Blast From the Past

STRIKE....

Angel's POV

After we left the game we made our way to the bowling alley. I really wanted to bowl, but everybody wasn't having it. "I want to boooowlllll," I complained. "Somebody get this girl some bowling shoes so she can bowl please!" A fed up Will said. "Noooo, y'all have to bowl with meeeee," I whined. "I'll bowl with you," Paul said a little to excitedly. "Paul you have shoe money?" I asked teasing him. "Yeah I do. You know I always got you Angel." He replied. "Now Paul. You know damn well your nigger ass doesn't have the amount of funds to be getting shoes and to rent a lane. Shit I'll fucking bowl. Javier buy Angelique her shoes alright." Will demands. "Hold on now. How you just volunteer me to buy her stuff? I paid for her meal earlier. Will you buy her shoes." Javier retorts. "Paul, Angel a little bit too expensive for you to be just volunteering to buy her stuff man. We know you crushing and all but chill out." Zack points out."Look, why are yall talking about me. I'm not expensive excuse me. I didn't ask anyone to buy my stuff. I got my own money okay. Zack don't get your ass beat," I exclaimed. "Damn Zack. She came for your balls." Javier input. "Javi, you shut up too. Just because you bought my food earlier don't mean anything. You act like you didn't eat up the whole restaurant. Miss me with that," I retorted. He cut me a look. I cut him one right back. "Problem?" I asked him. "Well. What size do you wear because I don't have time for the bickering. We going to bowl or not?" Will interjected."Will don't make me go off on you too. Don't rush me," I said as I laughed. "5," I told him. "Paul you heard her, size five. Here get everyone some shoes. You know my card number." Will says as he hands Paul his black card. "You give Paul the card number. Oh! You might as well gave me the card number," I told him. "You want it?" He asked me seriously."You want your card maxed out?" I asked him just as seriously. "Not really. It takes time to fill it back up, and a nigga don't like carrying around cash." Will remarked."Whats wrong with walking around with.... Wait did you just call yourself a nigga?" I questioned while me and everyone else cut him a look. "Yea, why can't I call myself a nigga? I mean I won't do it again if you guys don't like it. I respect you all. You guys are my favorite people next to myself." He replied seriously. "How would you feel if I smacked you Will? I just want to know." I stated. "I would feel betrayed. Honestly. Then again I probably deserve to be smacked. I've been a dick lately. Especially to Paul. I'm sorry guy." He said. "Can I bowl now. Dang talking too damn much. Shut up." I said as I began putting on my shoes. "Thank God someone finally said it. Paul been back with the shoes for ten minutes now and that damn cracker still running his trap." Javier states laughing. 

"Fuck you! How the fuck do you keep getting strikes bitch? What the is this fuckery? I hate you Adrian." Paul exclaims in defeat after the third match that Adrian has won. "I just have a good arm I guess." He replied nonchalantly. "I wanna win. Adrian teach me how to make a strike,"I begged. "Well. I guess I can do that for you," Adrian said while laughing.

Orlando's POV

Me and my crew decided we don't want to go back to the crib so we head to the only spot worth hanging at after 10. The bowling alley. When we pull up I notice that most of the cars here were from the rich motherfucka crew so I assumed they didn't feel like heading back to their respected area of the city. When I walk in there I'm not surprised to see Angelique in the midst of all them little rich niggas. She must like Javier or some shit. I don't like that though, I hate Javier. I wish that little bitch would die. "What's good all?" I asked them when I got in close enough range where I knew they would hear me. They all cut me a look as to say, 'Nigga who the fuck are you speaking to out of turn?' Will being the head master I assume told them not to associate with the likes of me. "Will, you told your slaves not to speak to me?" I pondered. "I don't own any slaves bitch nigga. That is below me. Everyone deserves their freedom. Except maybe you. I could use you in my  grape vines picking grapes. I need a strong hand like you. My beaners quit after one got whipped by my grandfather." Will told me seriously. I was astonished. "Wiiiiillllllll. You are a racist!" Angelique exclaimed like she just learned something new. "Bitch you act like you didn't know this already." I told her before a strong arm came out of nowhere and punched me in the mouth. It was Adrian. "If I hear anymore disrespect coming from your mouth towards my friend I will beat your black ass worse than what I did the first time." Adrian growled at me. "Why does everything have to be about race?" Angelique queried. Everyone cut her a look. "It's always about race sugar." Javier bitch ass says to her. Ignoring Angel's question Adrian says to me, "Now get up and leave, you have five minutes to be out of this parking lot before I kick your asses out of it myself." And we do just that. No one takes a threat from this crazy nigga lightly.