A Perfect Storm

8

Neither of them had told their friends what happened in the bathroom of Structure & nobody questioned where they ran off to. They were glad because they had bigger things to worry about.

Storm didn't know whether or not she should text him & vice versa for him. Every time she thought about it, she remembered what he said & changed her mine. Every time he thought about it, he ended up deciding against it. They were both a mess.

Want to know who else is a mess?

D'Angelo.

He missed Storm like crazy, yet he didn't want to apologize. He was willing to let the 13 years he knew her go down the drain because of pride.

And because he refused to talk to her, he focused his attention somewhere else.

Weed & pussy.

His mother & grandmother were starting to worry about him, so they called Linda & Linda told Storm.

"Nana," Storm whined & she sat on Linda's couch.

"Look, I don't know what happened between yall but he could really use your help." Storm didn't know if she wanted to talk to somebody who called her out of her name, but she wouldn't tell Linda that. Storm sighed as she got up & headed towards the front door. "Thank you pooh." Storm rolled her eyes closing the door behind her.

Storm knocked on D'Angelo's door & sighed. What was she supposed to say to him? Stop smoking & fucking? That was what he did.

Storm heard movement behind the door & stiffened up as it swung open.

D'Angelo did the same. He couldn't believe it. After what happened, there she was.

"What are you-"

"I'm not here to make small talk, i'm doing a favor for your mother, your grandmother & my grandmother," Storm said as she walked into the apartment. D'Angelo shook his head.

Same attitude too. Some things never change.

"What favor?" D'Angelo asked with a sigh as he closed his door. He turned to face her & she had her arms folded.

"I don't know what you got going on but you need to get your shit together." He rolled his eyes before opening the door back up.

"You can get the fuck out with that shit."

"Aww, is the wittle baby not used to my attitude anymore?" Storm asked sarcastically as D'Angelo stared at her. "I don't care if you don't like what I gotta say, you gon listen."

"I ain't listening to shit," He said as he headed towards his bedroom. Storm followed "And you gotta bounce. I got some pussy on the way." Storm scoffed as he plopped down on his bed.

"Damn, what is it going to take for you to learn? A disease? A baby? Oh, wait, that already happened to you," Storm said with a sarcastic smile.

"Storm get the fuck out."

"Bro you think I wanna be here? Nah I don't. I could give less of a fuck about what happens to you after that shit you pulled. But you said im a bitch so imma show you a bitch. Like I said before, you need to get your shit together. This smoking, fucking random hoes & selling weed shit ain't it. Get off your ass, and leave this gang banging hood shit alone. Get a job, enroll into community college, do something. But if you keep doing what you do you gon either end up in jail or dead just like your daddy." D'Angelo's jaw clinched. "Where the fuck do you think selling drugs gon get you? Cause even if neither of those things happen, you gon end up broke as fuck when you older. Yeah you got money & shit now, but when you 40? You gon be struggling. Broke as a joke. These bitches you fucking with? Gone. Hell they probably end up crackheads. You probably be right with em. Homeless, crackhead living on the streets. So unless you want that to happen, i'd advise you to find something to do with your life. Cause the street life ain't it."