STRAIGHT OUTTA SOUTH CENTRAL (Eazy-E & N.W.A Story)

Chapter 7: What's Her Problem?

Eazy

Michel'le was really talented and really beautiful. I could see Dre had eyes for her too though. The more he talked to her the more she kept blushing and laughing. I knew Dre was working some playa shit on her even though he has a girlfriend and three kids. Like me, a girlfriend and three kids.

"Michel'le you did great today," I said.

"Oh thank you Eazy," she said in her high squeaky voice.

"Michel'le I guess I was a little rude earlier and I wanted to apologize," Dre said.

"Oh it's okay I was just going home."

"You not walking home are you?"

"Well yeah unless you offering a ride."

"Baby this fool ain't got no car," I said

"He does but the cops are holding it hostage," Yella said. All of us except Dre laughed.

"Michel'le you hungry?" She nodded. "Let's roll."

"Oh and thanks T I'll call you later," she said.

"No problem, bye," she said back to her. I stared at her, I never noticed how she dressed. Her style was boyish. She had on a black hoodie black jeans and black and white Nikes. She has a very beautiful face, but her style is what throws me off.

"Hello?" She said snapping her fingers in my face. "Earth to Eazy."

"Whatchu want?"

"Nigga what do you mean whachu want? Why you staring at me?"

"Ain't nobody staring at you."

"You think you funny." She shook her head and walked away.

I sighed. This damn girl. Cube came walking up to me.

"Sup E, what's up with you and T?" He asked.

"Nothing man, can I ask you something?" He nodded. "What's up with her?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like why is she like this? Why is she so..."

"Mean? A tomboy? Sarcastic?"

"Uh... yeah I guess." I wasn't really sure what to say to finish that sentence.

"You ain't got anything against girls being like that do you?"

"Nah I just never met a girl like her before."

"T doesn't know any better than to act the way she does because she ain't got a mother in her life it's just her and her four older brothers. They the ones who raised her and don't no four grown men know how to raise a little girl. And nearly all of her friends are guys. It's just the mentality she's used to and they way she grew up."

"What's up with her mom?"

"Look since you so curious about her, I'ma let you get to know her for yourself. It's gonna take time though since you pissed her off."

"Aight whatever."

I looked in T's direction and watched her talk with Ren and Yella. What Cube told me I knew had to be true. If there is something wrong I wanted to get to know her. I don't know why I was curious about her. Something just draws my attention to her.

"Hey T," I said. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"

"I guess," she said. She sat on the couch with me next to her. "So wassup with you?"

"Nothing I just wanted to apologize."

"Apologize? For what?"

"For how I was acting to you and for laughing at you rapping, you really good. I just never heard a girl flow before, ya know?"

"Mhm." She agreed with me. "Not to many girls spend they time writing, writing like how me and Cube do. I'm not shocked it surprised you."

"So you gon' forgive a nigga?"

"Yeah sure if it'll make you shut up."

I chuckled. "Smart ass."

"Ass kisser."

"Nah I don't kiss it I snack it."

"Boy what are you a player?"

"Something like that." I smirked as the thought of some good ass pussy came to mind. My pager started beeping and I instantly recognized the code. "Hold up I need to take this."

I got up and went outside to the paid phone. I dialed the number. After the third ring my nigga Cleo answered.

"E is this you?" He asked on the other line.

"Yeah bro it's me, what's up?" I asked.

"Time for you to make some cash bro. I got some crack heads gathered at that lot by that old Becky's Bar Barn in Compton. Perfect for you to get some more money in yo pockets and less of that powder out yo hands."

"Damn that's perfect I'll be there in a few. Bye nigga." I hung up. I turned around to find T standing outside. "What's up?"

"Nothing. I'm just bored."

"Look I got some business to handle you wanna roll with me real quick?"

"You seriously gon' ask me that?" I nodded at her. "What do ya do? Sell dope?"

"Yeah." We spoke in low voices.

"Yeah I figured. You ain't gotta be secret wit me about that, my brother slangs too."

"Is that right? So you gonna roll wit me or naw?"

"Yeah let's go."

I walked over to my mint green 64 Impala and unlocked the doors. I hopped in the front seat.

"This is your car?" T asked.

"Yeah, wanna ride?" I smirked.

"With a car like this, hell yeah." She grinned as she got in the passenger seat next to me. "So where are we going?"

"You'll see."

Another chapter for y'all and I hoped you like it. What do you think of T driving off with Eazy? Tell me your thoughts. And also check out my new book A Stalker In Compton. Comment and vote. Thanks.