Bullied By B5

Anthony's Problem

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Anthony's P.O.V

October 10th

10:39 AM

Yesterday Diamond caught me hugging up on this girl. I just know she felt some type of way. She had to. I can tell by the way she looked at me.

Besides all of that, I didn't go to school today. I have to handle some business at home with my boys. My boy A'mo Santos, well his real name is Javier, but we just call him A'mo, he called me up saying he had some bad news for me. Shit, I hope it ain't that bad.

As I waited for the boys to come over, I occupied myself by watching The First 48. A show where detectives have 48 hours to catch the criminal or find out the truth of a murder. Twenty minutes later, loud ass knocks appeared at my door, startling me, making me think it's the cops.

I saunter quickly to the door and peered through the peep hole. It was the boys. " Yo! Que coño te pasa! You scared the shit outta me thinking it was the cops. Y'all know we have all these fucking drugs here." I yelled when I opened the door.

"Damn Anthony, chill man." One of my boys, well actually my cousin, Joseph said to me while entering my house.

"My bad, but just don't be banging so hard on my door like that."

Three of my boys came. A'mo, of course he's one. He came from Guatamala five years ago. He has short, curly hair, he's tall, wide in the body, tan as hell, and has a scar beside his eye when he was in a fight and the person pulled out a knife. My cousin, Joseph Vazquez, is from Puerto Rico like me. He has short, black hair, a muscular body, and tan-ish type skin. The last of my boys that came is Ja'Quan Litman. He's type short, kinda like Kevin Hart, but maybe taller. He's dark skin, has a short buzz cut, and has a buff body.

The boys came in and sat on my couch. Ja'Quan had a black duffel bag with him. It must be the drugs. "So, about this bad news." I brought up.

"Oh yeah. Bro, you gotta watch ya back." A'mo warned.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What you mean by that?"

"Lemme finish. My boy Ricardo told me that he heard that Macho Rosario is looking for you."

When those words escaped A'mo's mouth, my heart raced. I used to sell for Macho. And when I found his stash of money, I couldn't resist. I took about half of it and fled Puerto Rico. If this man finds me...I'm dead.

"Ricardo said that one of Macho's boys snitched. He said that when he noticed the money was gone, you were nowhere to be found. So they know it was you." A'mo continued. "And to make it worse...Macho's in Atlanta right now."

I can't believe this. I ain't no bitch, but when it comes to this, I'm petrified. This is a problem I can't ignore. I faced the floor and wiped my hands down my face. "Aw man."

"Yo you good, Anthony?" Joseph asked me.

I sat up. "Do it look like I'm good?! Yo, Macho is here looking for me! If he finds me he's gonna kill my ass!" I yelled.

"Yo calm down bro." A'mo spoke. I rubbed my face in frustration once more. "We still gotta fill these baggies and sell. I know a guy that's tryna give me five hundred for two full Ziploc bags of weed. He wants it today, so lets get to work." A'mo said in a serious tone. I calmed down and cleared the coffee table. Ja'Quan grabbed the duffel bag and emptied out all of the drugs he had inside.

There was weed, cocaine, ecstasy, and some others. Ja'Quan grabbed the baggies and we got to work. "Yo Anthony, if Macho ever finds you, we ya bros man, you know we gon have ya back." A'mo stated.

"I know, but what if he catch me when y'all not around, we don't go to the same school." I replied. A'mo graduated last year, it's just Ja'Quan, Joseph, and my final year in high school.

"Just always have the glock on you then. You'd be good...maybe." They laughed.

"So, y'all think that's funny?" I said in a serious tone, they always making jokes when it's time to be serious.

"My bad Anthony." Ja'Quan apologized.

"Man whatever."