Diaries of a Badass (A Princeton Mindless Behavior Love Story) [FINISHED]

Chapter 6

                                                             Janelle's POV

I put my hood over my head as I walked down the pathway. Older drug addicts were looking at me and nodded there heads towards me as they said what's up. I nodded back as I continued to make my journey to Hakeem's house.

Hakeem was the big shot drug dealer. He helped me a lot when I was going through some other stuff. Hakeem introduced me to smoking a drinking. I do have my regrets but hey, I gotta make a living somehow. This was the only way I could make money.

Finally I made it to his house. The guards knew who I was instantly so they let me in. You could say I was kind of like Hakeem's daughter in a sick, twisted way. The sad part it...he killed my mother. They used to date back in high school, but once my mom found out about him drug dealing it was over. She didn't want to be around that and to have know that I'm doing what Hakeem is doing, she would be highly disappointed in me.

"Hey baby girl!" Hakeem greeted me.

I quietly said hello.

"So, did you sell what I wanted you to sell?" he asked.

"Yes." I answered.

"Good girl, very good girl. Well listen I got some presents for you," He Said as he gave me a whole wad of money and a new IOF .32 Revolver gun.

I took it as I listened to what he had to say. "Now you be careful with this gun. Show no one. Only take it out when you're in danger. Also I have some stuff I want you to deliver by next week. And remember, do not disobey me 'cuz you already know what's gonna happen. It's even worse than what your step father does."

With that I left and put the stuff he gave me in my backpack. The gun was going straight into my prized possesions that were hiding in my room.

                                                      Princeton's POV

Being by this street is scary. I'm alone and I'm unprotected. Didn't Janelle have another weapon she could have lend me or something? I turned around a black Cadillac came my way. A big muscular guy jumped out and looked at me. My eyes began to widened as he made his way over to me.

"Why are you heare>" The guy asked.

"Ummmm...uh...m-my f-friend s-she in there. I-I stayed h-here a-and-"

"Shut the hell up!"

"Yes s-sir"

"You buying drugs from her or something. Are you buying a gun. If you're here for the prostitutes they come at midnight. But you look a little too young to be with a prostitute."

"n-no my friends Janelle i-is doing s-something-"

"What the problem? Oh hey Darnell." Janelle asked.

"Sup Janelle, why you here with this punk ass?" The guy asked.

"He's not a punk, he's just new around here. You know he doesn't know how the game works around here." She responded.

"Well you need to teach him 'cuz his ass gone get jumped one day if he come back around. And I be he ain't even had a gun on 'em."

"Jacob's one of the good guys. He doesn't kill anybody, he keeps his head in them books. I should be doing the same thing. Speaking of that, we gotta project to do. I'll holla at ya'll later.

"Iight then, just make sure you give him some prorection if he come around here again. You don;t want yo little friend to get shot." The guy told her.

Janelle shook her head and grabbed me by my forearm. We walked won my street and went inside my house.

"WHY WERE YOU TALKING TO HIM?" Janelle yelled.

"He came up to me!" I said in my defense.

"SO! You're just supposed to nod your head and say what's up and look away! You know he could have shot you! Darnell is one of the best gunners we've ever had. That nigga has PERFECT aim and knows all the weak spots in every humans body. If you say a single thing to piss him off, YOU"RE DEAD!" She explained.

"Well if I had a gun I would have been okay." I reasoned.

"No you wouldn't. For one you probably have bad aim. Two you're dealing with Darnell. Three I don't carry many guns unless I'm out selling. Before I met you I was just protecting only me and now I have you in the picture so now I have to watch out for the both of us."

"I don't know what to tell you. WOAH WAIT! You sell drugs?"

"SHHH! Yes I do, I'm trying to save up and move out. You think I'm gonna be living with my step dad forever?"

"You could stay with me."

"Woah, woah, woah, nigga I just met you. I don't know you like that. We just became friends and I'm not on that level where I can just trust you like that."

I sighed. "Well let's get going on this project then."

"Can we just make a volcano and call it a day?" Janelle questioned.

"I asked Mr. Clarkson that after school and he told me no. So we have to come up with something else."

"Look Jacob, I don't have the time. My step dad times me from when I leave home and from when I come back, I am NOT trying to have him on my ass...again about it."

"Give me your cell phone number."

"Why?"

"So we can discuss it over the phone."

"Alright call me at 1:30 pm. Usually he'll get drunk and fall asleep on the couch."

"Alright, your ass better be up."

"Shut up, I'll talk to you tonight."

"Alright."

With that she gave me her number and left the house. I finally got my crushes number, and I'm gonna be talking to her tonight. Things are better and better each day.

Peace and Mindless love! -Jazzii ♥