I. Tamara

Chapter 23: Downtown

Rashad lifted off of me then pulled up his pants leg and grabbed an all black pistol out of his sock.

"Rashad, what the hell," I semi-yelled.

"Shhh. Michael warned me about this type of shit, but Ian think it would happen at no fucking graduation party," He huffed.

"What do you mean," I asked in confusion.

"What do you think I mean? Legacy don't like us nor do I like him. Did you see a bitch with him?" He asked.

"There was a few girls and a woman, but I didn't get good looks at their faces,"

"Call Quan to see where he at. All of these gangs are about to clash and we need to make sure he safe," He demanded while I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed Quan's number. It rung twice before he answered.

"Hello," He sung into the phone. How is he so damn calm?

"Quan, where are you," I asked in a frenzy.

"I'm at home....why? Are you okay," He asked as I heard some shuffling in the background. "Are those gunshots,"

"Legacy and some of his gang or whatever are shooting up the party," I ducked down as a bullet came through the wall.

"Shit. I'm on my way," He hung up the phone as I looked at Rashad who was still covering my body.

"I should've stayed home," I whined.

"Just calm down. Ima make sure you good. Ok?" He looked at me through his shades as I reached up and snatched them off.

"Okaaaay," I sighed.

"Now can I have my shades back,"

"No,"

"Tamara, now is not the time to play," He grumbled.

"I don't care," I smirked.

He sighed. "Ok. Fine, but look, you stay here. If I'm not back in about 5 to 10 minutes, call the police, aiight," He kissed my forehead as I nodded.

"Okay. Be safe," I half smiled.

"Don't worry, baby g,"

He stood up then walked toward the door and left. I re-locked it then sat back in the corner. I pulled out my phone and decided to check my text message from Zoey.

"Have fun at that graduation party tonight because Legacy, myself and some friends sure will get the party jumpin :)"

I growled. Zoey is behind this.

Rashad's POV

I stepped out into the emptiness of the home then I looked up and niggas start shooting at me. I ducked down and covered my head while running toward the kitchen. Ian wanna shoot back since I wouldn't have a good enough angle. I pulled the clip out to make sure it was full. Luckily, it was. I cocked it back then some light skinned nigga with a gay ass bucket hat approached me.

"Yo, you need some help," He asked me.

Ion trust niggas in bucket hats so guess what? "Nah, man. I'm good,"

"This party got a little crazy right," He chuckled then sat down beside me on the floor.

Either he just friendly, tryna set me up or he gay. "Ok. One, I don't know you. Two, who the fuck are you. And three, why are you talking to me," I asked bluntly.

He chuckled then Legacy walked in as he stood up. I looked between them then shook my head.

"Yall some punk ass bitches for setting me up. And for what? Ion even know you with ya gay ass bucket hat," I rolled my eyes.