Bad.

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Marcell's POV.

"Take a hit of this for me bruh." Antonio told Davion, passing the paper to him.

"Hell nah." I smacked the blunt right out of Day's hand. "My little brother ain't bouta be smoking that shit. Forget that."

"Don't tell me what to do nigga I'm just as grown as you." He said picking it back up and passing it to his friend.

I know he's already high. He usually has enough sense not to talk to me like that with his short, scrawny ass.

I can and will step on him.

"Oh, but who's closer to being legal? And who's saving you from getting killed by mom. What would dad expect you to do?"

"Why do you always bring him up." He got quieter and leaned back.

"Cause it teaches you not to do wrong."

"I'ma just go.." Antonio got up, showing himself the door.

"Good. We don't want your black ass here anyway."

He laughed when he walked out.

Ha. Does he think I'm playing? Me and him used to be cool. Key word: USED. Back when I was 15. He started pissing me off and started dragging Davion down the wrong paths. I might do wrong sometimes but I have to set an example for my brother and show him right. I don't want him around screw ups and drop outs. He's too smart for that.

I can be a .. sweet .. brother.

..let me not say that again.

"I talked to bestfriend."

"I thought Charcoal was your bestfriend?" Charcoal became my nickname for Antonio 'cause he's so darkskinned.

"Nah he irritates me. My girl bestfriend though."

"Oh bae? Was she talking 'bout me?"

"Yeah. She said "Tell Cell whatever we had ain't shit and I'm leaving him for you so we can have 9 sexy ass kids." He closed his hazy eyes and smirked.

I punched him in the arm.

"Ow what's that for? Mad I'm speaking facts?"

"Nah. That's for being high." I punched him again. "And that's for lying about my baby."

"Learned to smoke from your whipped on Enfinity ass."

"But I stopped didn't I?"

He laid down and stretched out on the couch. "I dunno. I'm sleepy leave me alone."

Sighing I opened the windows and sprayed some Febreeze and Lysol trying to get the stale smoke smell out before mom gets home and kills the both of us.

I went outside and sat on the porch watching the kids kn the block play in the street.

Perve mode.

Ha no..

Pulling out my phone I texted the only person I can deal with.

-- Can't deal with your bestfriend.

FinityBaby -- Cam irking you too?

-- Camilla? Nah Day

FinityBaby -- Aw what he do?

-- Getting high in the house with his ghetto ass friend knowing mama gon' kill him then ME

FinityBaby -- R.I.P. I'll be at your funeral