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

Chapter 30: I'd Rather Be With You

Tamera

I fired one bullet then fired a second one, they both hit the target in the head. I'm with the boys at a shooting range today. Just little something to do while we take a break from working on Efil4zaggin (Niggaz4life). I fired my third shot hitting the target in the middle of it's stomach. I looked over to my right and Yella shots went passed the target or on the edge of it. I looked on my left and Eric got a perfect hit here and there. I haven't missed a damn thing, so far.

I fired two more hitting target in the neck.

I noticed Eric saying something to me out the corner of my eye.

"What was that?" I asked taking my headphones off.

"I said you're really good at this shit," he said.

"Eh, I guess."

"How though?" Yella asked.

"I've been learning to shoot a gun since I was 9. As soon as I learn to talk and walk my brothers wanted to put a gun in my hand." I reloaded the gun.

"Girl your family is dangerous," Ren said.

"I know." I said casually as I fired a bullet hitting it in the center of it's stomach. "I don't fucking play."

"I mean who would?" Eric questioned. "Nobody should, pretty eyes."

I fired a bullet at the target's head landing directly in the middle. "Shut up Eric."

"Do it with one hand."

I looked at him. "Aight nigga."

I held the gun in my right hand and pointed at the target. I fired it. The bullet hit the center of the head.

"Do it with your eyes closed."

I stared at the target for a second then closed my eyes. I sighed. BANG! I opened my eyes.

"Where'd it go?"

"In the center of the neck," they all said in unison staring at it in shock.

"Well aren't I the Devil's little angel?" I cheered sweetly.

I walked in front to the store and grabbed a new gun, of course Eric followed me. I'm mad this stupid mini crush hasn't passed over me yet. Every time he touches me my heart starts to pound in my chest or whenever he gives me a compliment my ears turns red.

"I wanna challenge," he stated.

"A challenge?" I questioned. "For what?"

"See who's the best shooter."

"You wanna challenge for that? Okay. How about I aim for your balls and see if they fall off?"

He chuckled. "Come on I'm being for real. You think you got so much game in this."

"Yeah nigga. And when I win, you gotta let me drive the impala wherever and whenever I want."

"Fine with me. But if I win..." he leaned in close to my ear. "You gotta spend the night with me at my house and do what I say and what I want."

My eyebrows shot up. "W-what?"

"We gotta deal?"

I smirked. "Yeah we gotta deal."

"See you at my place then. See in my kitchen, my bedroom, the pool... and the shower... together... stripped."

"In your dreams. Besides nobody wants to look at your butt."

"What's wrong with my butt?"

"I didn't say anything was wrong. You got a cute butt though." I slapped his ass then walking away.