Unfortunate Promises (Lauryn Hill X Tupac Shakur)

Scene Two

Tupac

U.C.L.A

8:25 AM

"Shit!" I yelled out in frustration as I looked for my pager.

"Kadafi have you seen my pager?"

"Nah I ain't seen your pager nigga I'm tryin sleep." Kadafi mumbled from under the covers

"Yo you are straight buggin right now first you party all night drinkin and shit expecting me cover you when you are late like I don't have anything goin on in my life I'm sick of ya shit already." I yelled.

"Its to early to be yellin like dat you actin like you're his daddy or sum shit." Devante butted in.

I looked at him and laughed loudly.

"Nigga who the Fuck was talkin to you? I suggest you mind ya business this is between me & my brother. Just because you've been kickin it wit him for a week doesn't mean we cool bruh."
I spat harshly.

Devante walked up on me when we first got here and showed Kadafi around campus the second night we were here Kadafi had already got into three fights he almost got kicked out of the dorm because he was pass curfew and extremely drunk & high if wasn't for me talkin to the punk ass campus police He wouldn't even be here since I had first saw Devante I felt that there was something off about him so kept my distance.

"Damn it's like dat?"
Devante smirked.

"It's been like dat."

Kadafi reached under his bed and grabbed his jeans pulling out my pager from his pocket.

"Yo Pac just chill here's ya pager I catch up wit you later Aight?" Kadafi says getting out of bed.

I remained silent as I snatched my pager from him.

My jaw ticked in anger but me being already five minutes late from looking for my pager & dealing with Kadafi's Bullshit I let it slide.

As I walked down the stairway I heard my name being called.

"Aye Tupac!"

"What up my nigga?"
I say as I dap my homie Tyrin.

"Shid Nothing bout to go to class where Kadafi at don't he got the same class as us?"
He asked with a confused look.

"Man dat nigga straight buggin hangin out with dat bitch ass nigga Devante." I replied shaking my head at the thought.

"Dat nigga ain't nothing but bad news ya brother better watch His back dat nigga a straight snake." Tyrin replied.

Tyrin & I had been cool since the fourth grade but when he had moved from Baltimore to South Central in the middle of seventh grade we had lost contact until now.

"I tried to tell him but you know his hard headed ass ain't listening."

"He's just gonna have to learn the hard way." He patted me on my shoulder and shook his head.

"So how's ya grandma & grandad doing?"
I asked trying to change the subject.

"They've been good I'm going to see them next weekend . . . . But what about your moms she still strict?" He asked

"Hell yeah a nigga can't do shit around the crib." I replied laughing.

"I feel you man like one time I was tryna get some right? I snuck the bitch in my room I thought my grandma was at church and shit in the middle of me gettin it in she came out of nowhere and hit me & her with the broom naked fucked my shit all the way up."

"Damn grandma came in with da broom." I said loudly laughing.

"Dat shit ain't funny man she fucked me up."
Tyrin said with a smirk.

As I was about to say something a girl stepped in front of me.

"Hey you're Tupac right?" She asked biting her lip.

"Yeah. . . who wanna know?"
I replied slightly annoyed.

"Well I just wanna know if you wanted to study at study hall later on."
She asked with a light smile.

"Um nah I'll be busy later."

Her smile turned into a frown.

"Oh. . . . Okay well see you around." She replied walking away awkwardly.

"Yeah you too."

"What the Fuck is wrong with you why you diss her fine ass? you know Damn well you ain't got shit goin on." Says Tyrin.

"First of all Nigga you don't know what i got goin on and two she's not my type so instead of you all in my business how about you smoke one and get some pussy Aight?" I said spoke .

Before he could say anything I walked into class.

Thank you for reading!