Murdaville

3.

Genesis💥

Neither of us said a word as Khalil started the car and slowly pulled out of the tight parking spot. Occasionally I could see him looking at me from the corner of my eye but I remained silent for the simple fact that fighting words seemed to be the only thing that came out of my mouth and I needed this ride home.

Smoke from the blunt he had recently sparked wafted in the air and the thought of the strong scent of it lingering on me pissed me off. I could feel the anger building up inside of me as I clench my fists together tightly. I swore to God that I was gonna be on my best behavior, but this nigga was really testing me. It was only so much a person could take before they snap and with my short temper, I couldn't take much. My head instantly turns in his direction as I glare at him.

As soon as I open my mouth to insult him, he says, "Don't say shit to me bruh." While he's still focusing on the road. I look taken aback for a split second before reverting back to mean mugging him.

"If you don't want me to say something to you then put the shit out, the fuck? It's like you were doing that shit to annoy me." I spat.

"Bitch it's my car. If you got a problem I will gladly pull over and you can get the fuck out." He replied taking another toke out of the blunt and exhaling the smoke, temporarily fogging the car. Bitch nigga didn't even roll the window down so I had to do so myself. He's so disrespectful and I don't tolerate disrespect.

"Fuck you and ya car, Ian going nowhere nigga. You want me to leave? You gone have to make me." I challenge while making myself comfortable in the seat.

"Nah scratch that Ian gone make you get out, I forgot I was doing this for my bitch."

I raise a brow as I look at him. "Who, Judy?" Then I burst into a fit of laughter. "My nigga Judy don't want you. She don't fuck with broke niggas like you. You tried it though."

I could tell just from looking at his car and the way he dressed that he had money, I just wanted to get under his skin. Maybe the next time he hits my ass I can take that as my opportunity to sue him for everything he has and secure the bag. I'm just that petty.

"Broke and Khalil don't go together baby." I know he was just talking and didn't mean anything by it, but I was feeling some type of way when he called me baby. The way the words smoothly rolled off his tongue was so sex-what the the fuck am I saying? I'm supposed to be hating this nigga!

"We both know you broke. You ain't gotta lie Craig." I said snapping out of it and egged him on.

After he finished smoking, he rummages in his pocket with the right hand while he operates the steering wheel with the other. I watch his every move carefully while resting my hand on the door handle in case I needed to escape this bitch. I wasn't about to get shot the fuck up, not tonight.

"Stop playing runnin' ya mouth lil bitch I can buy you." Then he pulls out a fat ass wad of cash that wasn't secured with rubber bands and carelessly makes it rain on me like I was a stripper.

Shrugging, I proceed to pick some of the blue faced hundreds up off of me and stuff them into my MK bag and surprisingly, he lets me.

Even though he proved me wrong, that still wasn't going to stop me from shit talking.

"You probably sucked dick on Cleveland Ave. for this mon-" My words were cut short when his hand comes in contact with my face causing me to gasp out of shock. Before I know it, I quickly come out of my seatbelt throwing all types of punches at him, not giving a fuck that we were on the highway in a fleet of traffic. If I die, I was damn sure taking his ass with me.