Have you ever done something that you know is wrong but did it anyway? What about doing something just in spite what someone else said? Have you ever heard a voice in your head warning/ reminding you about the consequences of what your about to do, but yet you still do and end up regretting it later?
Well the same thing happened to me during my senior year. I had never done anything wrong my whole highschool career but all that changed... and for a boy at that. All my scholarships, and opportunities slowly faded away when I decided it was time to "live a little". It's funny how my life changed over a course of a few months...for this sick, twisted, game called "love".
Just in case you didn't know, I'm Tieonne (Tee-on) Marie Banks, but my friends call me TeeTee for short. I'm 5'9", which is kinda tall if you ask me. I have long, naturally curly black hair that stops in the middle of my back. My caramel skin tone, thick hips and plump breast has dudes all over New Orleans falling at my feet tryna spit game..but ya girl ain't finna have allat. So just as they come I send them back just as fast.. ya heard me!?
But everything changed when the most popular boy at Warren Easton, Rakim Mayers, started hanging out with me all of a sudden.
You're prolly saying how can one boy 'change your whole life'? Well maybe it would help if I start at the beginning.
***3 months earlier***
Rakim POV
Waz hatt'n everybody. My name is Rakim for those who don't know. Last name? Nah its not important. Now that you know my name...forget it because I'd be damned if anybody call me by my government, my name Rocky to y'all. Point. Blank. Period. Now that's done I can tell you what I look like. I am bright skin nigga with my curly hair cut in a fresh Temp fade. I'm a tall ass nigga 6'4" to be exact, with swag out of this world.
I'm currently sitting on the front steps of the school with my brothers. Fuck having friends I have family, and all these my day 1 niggas who been down since diaper days. Ion trust a lot of people so I just hang with the same people all day everyday, and thats my nigga Will, my bestfriend Tarell and his twin brother Tyrell.
" Yo Rocky bust a freestyle" Will said passing the J to Tyrell. I laughed before responding.
" Give me a beat" I responded. See rapping is what I go best. Its like my first love, my hobby. Basically I rap to escape my problems. Most people got art, drama, boxing, drugs, or even having sex, I got music...rapping to be exact.
Tarell and Will started beating on their backpacks and books, while Tyrell passed me the J. I took a couple of drags before I started to rap.
" She said baby come through...
that's why my balls never blue...weed kills my brain...but I'm bout to graduate from school
...money on my mind...shit I'm bout to grind...these lame ass niggas be waisting my fuckin time every time I rhyme
...ya boy rhyme like busta....if she give good head then you know I don't trust ha...she want a singing nigga like usher...who always tryna fuck ha... ain't never said he loved ha...but he always get a nut in
....aye look at her coming... she gotta nigga wanting... to stick his thumb in...I forgot her name damn it...all she wear is trukfit....lil mama gotta body like Nicki looking like she be smoking on that icky...yeah I'm very picky...
she gotta face like Kim....but dawg she fucks with all of them...thick hips, small waist that's why I call her Slim....now let's look at them...they smell like they just took a swim...
these bitches dirty so ion fuck with none of them...but here come lil mama...the woman of my dreams...she fine and allat but I wanna hear her scream....she pop lock and drop it man...taking shit too extreme...but then I woke up saying ' damn it was just a dream' " I rap with the blunt still to my lips.
