Jaila Smith is a normal sixteen year old girl, Sort of. She hasn't exactly had the easiest life, But like everybody, She has a story. And that story is the reason she is the way she is, It's also what brings her to Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
"But obviously you'on feel the same way, So i'ma fall back"-
"No!"I exclaimed. "I mean, I don't know. I guess I am kinda feelin' you. I just didn't know if you felt the same"-
"I jus' told you I did"- I stood there quietly. "So what you want me t'do 'bout it?"He asked, Closing the space between us. His hands gripped my waist, Pulling me close. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He led me backward into an empty hallway. My back hit the wall. I looked up at him, Waiting for the next move. He slowly leaned in, Connecting our lips. I was surprised, But I didn't pull away. I knew it was wrong, But it felt so right.
*
"Aye! Youngboy!" A voice interrupted our session. He slightly backed up from me as one of his friends approached. "A.K wants you t'spit sum f'the party, He wants you t'perform"- Youngboy glanced between me and the dude.
"It's cool"I assured him. I didn't want him to miss an opportunity like that for me. He looked at me unsure. " It's Gucci"I smiled up at him, Laying my hand on his chest.
" 'Aight"He nodded. He took my hand and led me toward the "stage". It wasn't an actual stage ( obviously ) Mo greeted me, Cheesing hard.
"Don't even say it!"-
"Aww, Juicy got'a lil' smoochie smooch" She cooed anyway.
"Where's he goin'?" She asked.
"He's gonna perform" I replied. We both looked to where he and a few other dudes had gathered, Conversing.
"You think he's nervous?"-
"Of course, But he's good. They all are"-
"So they're like a group?"-
"Nah, NBA is a family. Never broke again, They gettin' it out the mud f'all'a us"She spoke. I could see from the way she spoke that it was a lot deeper than people thought.
"What are they waitin' for? Here ( she handed me a drink ) I'll be right back" She spoke before walking off. Leaving me alone, Again.
"Jaila" A familiar voice spoke. I turned to see Manny.
"Hey! Manny!" I smiled at him. "What are you doin' here?"-As I spoke, I realized that if he was here, Camillo was too. And if Camillo was here, Talia would be here as well. This is going to be a fun night...
"Camillo went t'do a drop, So I'm here" He shrugged. I was really surprised that Manny was alone here.
"Jaila?" Monet's voice caused me to turn. She glanced between Manny and me. She looked angry.
"Monet, This is Man"-
"I know who that is Jaila, That's Camillo's brother. What you doin' here ese?" She asked.
"Mo, It's okay, Camillo's not here"-
"Who ain't here?"-I turned to see Camillo, Two other dudes and Talia... "Ion think I like the way you jus' spoke t'my lil' brother shawty"-
"Camillo, It's nothin', She good"-
"No she ain't, You deserve an apology"-
"He ain't s'pose t'be here, None'a y'all are!"-
"You gon' make us leave?" He challenged, Stepping toward Monet.
"Nah, But we will"-KD made himself known. Three, Ben and youngboy came up too.
Youngboy gripped my waist securely. With the other hand, He lifted his shirt, Revealing his gun. Kd and the others did the same.
"Y'all gotta problem?" Youngboy spoke up. Silence covered us all. Manny looked plain, Like he was used to this..
"Nah" Camillo finally spoke up.
" 'Aight then"Ben spoke, Letting his shirt fall back over his gun, Covering it. Camillo, Manny, The two dudes and Talia all filed out as they were not only outnumbered, But outgunned.
"Y'all 'Aight?" Youngboy glanced between Monet and I. I nodded yes as did Mo. She didn't speak a word to me for the rest of the time we were at the party.
It was almost eleven o'clock when we finally decided to go home.
"Jaila, C'mere" Monet's voice startled me. She took me over to a separate area, More private. She lifted up her shirt, Throwing me off guard. "You see that?" She asked. I could see something, A tattoo, It was a name, But I couldn't make it out.
"Yeah"-
"Javan"She spoke. Getting her phone out, She unlocked it and showed me a picture.
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"I got pregnant when I was fifteen, He would be two this year"She spoke, Her voice just above a whisper. Oh my God...
"He got hit in a drive-by shooting. Thirteen months old. Dead. There was a bunch'a rumors as to who did it, But I know who it was. And I know who the bullet was intended for. Don't mess wit' these guys Jaila. We ain't good, But they bad for real" She said, On the brink of tears. I couldn't believe it. I didn't know if I was going to faint or puke.
"I'm sorry"I apologized.
"It's straight"-It was like she flipped a switch..."I'ma have Youngboy and Ben take you home" She informed. I nodded in acceptance. I wanted to know more, But I wasn't going to press it.
*
Youngboy and Ben walked me home.
-
"What? You jus' gon' leave like'at?" He smirked.
I pushed my lips to the side as I gave into him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled me close to him. We shared a hug.
"So, Can I get y'number?"-
"No"-
"No? How am I s'pose t'talk t'you?"-
"You know where I live. Pull up, Come through" I smiled before going into the house.
I traveled down the hallway of the empty house. I knew everyone would be asleep, I should be too though, I had a long day ahead of me tomorrow. I entered my bedroom. Almost nothing was set up, Except my bed. Just as I sat down, I got a call. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that I wouldn't want to see his name across my screen.
