The Overcoming Amendment: FAME

Chapter 13

Amber was chilling with some people from the neighborhood and doing rap battles with some other dude. On the other side of the block, Sheanne approached Jamar that was sitting on a truck, looking bad in her tail blue shirt, black and white stripe tights with blue flats. Her hair was tied in a messy bun with a silver set of earings and a chain.

"Hey. Member me?" Shanice said waving to Jamar.

"Yeah. I remember you." he smiled.

"I havnt seen you in a while. Did you go to the party yesterday?" she asked.

"Yeah. It was wild'n yo."

"I heard. My sister came back drunk talkin bout why Davante dont want her."

Jamar laughed. "Him and his girl back together." he said.

"Who? Shanti?" she said with a dirty look.

"Yeah. I guess she told her sister and her sister told me."

"Mmm." Sheanne rolled her eyes. "Where you from?"

"Virginia."

"What part?"

"Petersburg. You?"

"Well im not from America." they both giggled.

"You foreign?"

"Im from Dominican republic and raised in Queens, New York. Yes, ima citizen."

"I see so you a full Dominican?"

"Nah, Cuban. My mom Dominican, dad Cuban."

"Oh." he looked the other way.

"What? You tryna say im ugly because im Dominican-Cuban?" Sheanne shoved Jamar.

"Nah, you gucci."

"Hell. I know I can't be that tragic."

"What you mean tragic?" Jamar chuckled.

"I know yo be seeing them ratchet hoes. They be looking like TRAGEDYYY!!"

Jamar bust out laughing at Sheanne.

"Im not that funny." she laughed at Jamar laughing. "Am I that funny?"

"Nah. You just do some random weird ass faces when you talk." Jamar laughed harder when Sheanne went from smiling to a serious ass face when he said that.

"Like for real Mari. You gon do that to me?"

"Im messin with you lil mama." Jamar stopped laughing.

"How old are you any way?" Sheanne asked.

"Just turned 16."

"Oh. I'm turning 15 next month on the 20th." Sheanne said excitedly.

"Thats wassup."

Sheanne reached over to touch his hair. "I love your hair, Jamar."

"I like yours too." he said licking his lips.

"You got some nice ass muscles. Like damn, where your flaws at?"

"Im surprised you dont find any."

"Who's fault is that? It aint my fault you perfect."

"You tryna get with a nigga?" Jamar looked at her glistening eyes.

Sheanne pulled herself between Jamar legs and wrapped her arms around his neck. "What makes you say that?"

"Your moves."

All of a sudden, Sheanne felt a force come from her side. When she looked over, she saw Ashley ready to fight. Sheanne pushed her back. Ashley pushed her back even harder.

"Bitch! What the fuck you doing here with my man? What yo punk ass doing with this fast ass hoe, Jamar?" Ashley yelled.

"Bitch, who the fuck you think you raising yo tone with bitch?! Shut that shit down or ima shut it for you!" Sheanne yelled.

"Pussy-ass-hoe sit yo ragedy ass ratchet ass cant get a man for yo damn self ass DOWN! You ain't bout to do shit any way!" Ashley said fired up.

Jamar held her back. "Baby, it aint nothing like that."

"Jamar dont give me that petty ass shitty excuse!"

"Jamar get yo basic ass bitch out of here." Sheanne said shooing her away.

"Shekanna, or whatever the fuck yo name is. Yo dry dirty ass needa go suck a big dick and gag on dat bitch!" Ashley said trying to escape Jamar's hold.

"Dont worry. I'll be sucking Jamar's dick soon baby." Sheanne said sticking her tongue out.

"Try me, you basic wack ass piece of shit."

Sheanne ran up on Ashley but Jamar switched and held Sheanne back. Nayel, Jojo's crush held Ashley back.

"You must've forgot that ima Bad Bitch Uniter motha fucka! I tap that ass baby girl, make yo shit pop!" Sheanne yelled over Jamar.

"Bitch you dont know this dime piece right here baby. Ima motha fuckin Hustlin' Diva, in case yo dumb ass aint know! Try me motha fucka, try me! Watch me fuck around and pop that pussy bitch! Go back to where the fuck you came from. Bitch I run this shit, not you!"

Nayel lost grip of Ashley and she ran full speed to Sheanne and busted her one good ass time in the throat, then elbowed Jamar in his jaw, then grabbed Sheanne and popped her 3 hard times in the face before Jamar and Nayel pulled Ashley of Sheanne.

"I aint done! I ain't even start with you hoe." Ashley said.

"You a trippy hoe." Sheanne rubbed her throbbing face.

"Look at yo face bitch. Who the boss bitch now hoe. Talking all that shit but can't throw no fuckin hands! Weak ass bitch." Nayel escorted Ashley from the scene.

"Ashley chill out." Nayel said taking her to his house.

"Is that bitch crazy Nayel?" Ashley said shaking her head.

"I don't know but you can't be getting in all these fights."

"Then Jamar ass gon just sit there and let her ass feel on him. That's supposed to be my nigga."

"I know. He dead wrong for that."

Ashley switched the subject. "You know Jojo?"

"Yeah. I hear she like me or something."

"Well do you like her?"

"She alright. She just a big ass hoe. I see what she be doing."

"Well thats part of what th HD's do." They reached his house and walked inside.

"I know but she be doing some foal shit."

"Like?"

"I got some homies that fuck with her. She let 4 niggas gang bang and they only paid her 20 dollars each so thats 80 dollars for a gang bang."

"What the fuck?!"

"When somebody else could've got at least $300 or $500 each."

"She dirty and stupid. See right there she giving away the wrong impression for the HDs. We not suppose to work like that. Me and my sister, not even the rest of the HDs did some foul shit like that."

"She a true hoe cuz she let these niggas disrespect her body."

"So there wouldnt be a chance with y'all getting together?"

"Hell nah!"

"What about with me?" Ashley walked towards Nayel slowly and teasing.

"Ain't you with Jamar?"

"Really nigga? After what his ass just did to me?"

Nayel pulled her close and placed his manly organ against Ashley money spot. "How much you want?"

"Five." Ashley felt Nayel extend and a bulge formed in his pants.

"I'll give you six for half a hour."

"Done deal. $600 it is."