CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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I woke up feeling hungry as I went to brush my teeth and I walked back to my bed looking for Onika but she wasnt there like usual I stopped walking as I smelled weed and it was stronger than a mother fucka she lucky my moms ain home.
I thought as I walked down stairs and to the back patio outside.

"Onika what the hell are you doin?I live in a white ass neighberhood they will call the cops on you!"I said.
"You serious?"I nodded my head.
"Damn."She said annoyed as she put it out.

"Ohhh I like you better with black hair."I told her seeing that she put her hair back to her natural color.
"Thanks but you know we go to Trinidad this weekend right?"She told me.And I nodded my head.
"You excited?"
"Can you even go Chris?Cus you possibly gotta baby mama and your arm is fucked up."She told me.

I rolled my eyes.
"The doctor said it's sprained and im going to the doctors today to get it looked at."
"Fine do you but what you gonna do bout this possible baby mama."
"Her name is Nia and I don't even know its mine cus,I do remember hittin that shit raw when I was drunk."I said upset with myself.
"Damn what you gonna tell your moms?"She asked me.

"I dont know how im gonna tell them but I still don't have Nia's number either."I said to her and she nodded getting up.
"Where are your clothes,how the hell you sittin out here like that!"I yelled at her.
"Chris its not even that bad."She said rolling her eyes.
"No cus imagine if one of the niggas around here saw you with your ass hanging out?"

"I swear you act so possessive like were actually a couple."She said.
"Whatever we are but were not a couple."I said.
"What the hell does that mean?"She asked.
"It means w-."I heard the door bell ring.
"Who is it?!"I asked.
"Red and Tyrell!"I heard.
And I turned around.
"Go change they is not seeing your ass hanging out."I told her.
"I dont give a fuck Chris."She said as she was twerking on the counter.
"Is my ass still hangin ,out you big mad or lil mad?"She asked.
I turned away from her suckin my teeth as she still danced on the counter.

I opened the door as they walked in.
"Nice curls."Redd said and I thanked him as Tyrell walked in.
"Where my girl Nika at?"Tyrell asked.
"She ain your girl and she better be changing!"I yelled.
"Why?"Redd asked.
"Ah fucka you and ya grandma too."I heard Onika singing as she walked up the stairs holding up the middle finger.

"Whatever the hell that was,but you tryna go to the mall with us?"He asked.
"Yeah can Onika come."
"Yeah."
"Onika you wanna go to the mall!?"I yelled.
"Not unless your bitch ass gonna be there!If you gonna throw a hissy fit maybe I should walk around with my ass out!"She yelled back.
"You always gotta be such a smart ass!"
"Whatever crippled dick!"
"Ain nothing crippled but my arm!"
"Now is you goin or not?!"
"Yeah love you best friend!"She said.
"Love you too."I said turning away from the stair well and Tyrell had the most confused on his face.
"Man yall argue like a married couple talkin bout some love you,awww love you."
"As a friend I love her as a friend and family."I told them.

"You keep telling yourself that."Tyrell said as he drunk his kool-aid.
And he sniffed the air.
"Who was smokin that ganja?"Tyrell asked.
"Onika."
"Damn im suprised ain nobody call the cops yet."
"Right."I said to him.

"But let me get in the shower im smelling like a whole lotta Tryell right now."
"Damn than you must smell good as fuck!"Tyrell said as I went upstairs.







I decided to wear my balmain black jeans that had rips at the knees and my black and white pyramid shirt with my all white huaraches.
"Nika!"
"What?!"
"I need your help again!"
I heard her scoff as she popped her head in as she had her hair wrapped in a towel
And a towel wrapped around her.
"What do you need cus I was just about to put my clothes on."
"I need help with my shirt."
"Really?"
"Yes."I said and she sighed walking over to me.
"Thank you."I said hugging her.
"Fuck you."She said punching me in my good arm and I winced as I held my shoulder as she walked out.

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