Unfortunate Promises (Lauryn Hill X Tupac Shakur)

Scene Three ( Filtered)

3 Days later

Jordan

Bitch Fuck you it's not my fault you musty old booty breath bitch! Fuck you and the bloods"
Eric yelled at the bus driver as I dragged him off.

"If you ever come on this bus again I will Fuck you up! You luck cause if I didn't need this job I'll come off this bus and beat yo ass I don't know how y'all do it in New York but in L.A. we don't play dat shit! The bus driver yelled punching the steering wheel.

I swear I can't take Eric's ghetto ass anywhere as we were get off of the bus Eric bumped into a guy and didn't say sorry the guy just so happened to be the bus driver's cousin. Eric got into a slight argument with the guy and found out He was a blood Eric said "Fuck bloods." Which almost end it in Eric getting jumped & shot.

"Im so sorry sir! I yelled out to the guy as I covered Eric's mouth.

"You good shorty but that pussy ass nigga ain't if  I catch that fruity blonde bitch it's on!"
The man replied slamming the bus door closed.

I let the bus ride away until we couldn't see it anymore and I took my hand off of his mouth.

"What the Fuck is wrong with you Eric?!" I yelled slapping him in the back of the head.

"That bitch ass nigga & that fat walrus lookin bitch disrespected me!" Eric screamed out.

"All you had to do was say sorry! Eric this not New York you can't go around getting into fights & arguments with people like they won't blow your brains out on the fuckin pavement you are my best friend and I don't wanna lose you especially not like that!
We haven't even been in L.A. three fuckin hours yet and you already starting shit is it that hard to keep your fuckin mouth shut for once?!"
I replied.

Eric's facial expression soften up and remained quiet but at this point I don't even give a Fuck.
I threw his bags to the side in anger.

"You better find yourself a ride cause you're not riding with me." I said sternly as I picked up my bags walking to a nearby cab.

"Oh come on Jordan are you fuckin serious
I'm sorry don't leave me!"
Eric replied picking up his bags walking after me.

"You got money nigga get your own fuckin cab." I spat. As I put my bags in cab.

"I said sorry Jordan what more do you want?" Asked Eric.

"It's not about you saying sorry Eric It's about how you could have cost us our lives for some Bullshit."
I replied as I slammed the car door.

Eric's eyes were filled with anger & sadness as the cab drove away.

"Ya boyfriend seem very sad. Pretty Gal. "
The cab driver with the thick Jamaican accent spoke up.

He's not my boyfriend."
I replied looking out of the window.

"Well mi apologize pretty gal." He says sincerely.

It's okay you didn't know."
I reply playing with my fingers.

"Mi shouldn't assume tings . . . Where off to pretty gal?" He says laughing.

"U.C.L.A."
I replied with a big smile on my face.

"Ah yes... pretty college gal." He says.

I gave a small chuckle and looked out of the window staring into the beautiful white clouds & blue sky I can't believe I'm in California away from all the Bullshit & heartache in New York I no longer felt the need to look over my shoulder every ten seconds to see if he's watching me After Three long hard years of pain & depression I finally felt at peace.