Rico was the cool one. He had all the girls and always was high.
Albert was the glue. He had a few girls, but he's usually in the studio (his closet.)
Brandon was different. He could've been the glue, but he wont step up to the plate.
Brandon was the, I guess you could say, observant one. He was more of a looker, not many people noticed him, well, except us.
Then there was me, I was the girl.
The only girl.
Albert and Rico's girls (mostly Rico's) always thought we all had something going on. Sicko's. Their not my type.
No one even thought about ole Brandon like that. He was more than a shadow to me. I saw things girls didn't even care to see about him and I wanted to keep it that way. Call me selfish if you want. How could you not? I don't see how people overlooked him.
Well, that's until he got those damn Jordan's. It was like everybody was on him. Nigga's we had never seen before even came.
And all hell broke loose, it all happened too quickly.
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For His Kicks
Teen FictionBeing the only girl in the gang was hard. Listening to all their problems and nastiness was the usual. She noticed him. She did even if he didn't feel like it. He didn't have to do all this, but she was his ride or die no matter what.
