Something dropped down on my stomach. "Daddy"
I woke up immediately and sighed. "You let me fall asleep on the floor?"
I got up and watched him walk like he was drunk before picking him up and taking him back to Ella.
"Hey, pooh" She said to him.
"Hi mommy"
I sat on the bed with him, and Ella quickly turned around. "Nuh uh. Don't be sitting in my bed after you been fucking other bitches, Rakim. You not about to be laid up with me"
So I went to go take a shower and I had to shower with the door open cause her son was too damn nosy and cried when it was closed.
When I got back into the room, I got in bed with her. "Who did I fuck exactly?"
"Oh shut up, the whole damn neighborhood know you fucking that Dianna girl"
"I'm not fucking her, Ella. We are just friends. She just pissed me off so I had to whisk her away for a second. She's not even my type"
"Your type is any kind of bad bitch, Rakim, shut up"
"But you my type though. You the type I put a baby in. And as far as I know, you the only one in that category"
"Baby?" Ella's son asked.
"Well you don't know much" She replied.
"You talk a lot of shit for someone who sent their son to go get me, instead of doing it themselves" I said.
Ella put the baby back to sleep, and it took her almost an hour because he fought her so much.
That made me proud.
"We go through this everyday, pooh" She kissed him, and laid him down in his crib.
I made Ella get up on top of me and fixed her body to how I wanted her.
"I think Pooh needs a bed soon. Did you look into party planning?" She asked me.
"No. Why don't we do another block party?"
"My son's second birthday party is not for the whole neighborhood. There will not be beer and old cats showing up. You're not reliable, Rakim"
"I'm googling places now, Ella. Damn" I rested my phone on her back, and started scrolling. "Alright, so now I know where to get a bouncy house thing from or whatever. Do you even know any other kids? Does he have friends?"
My phone rang, and I accepted before putting it to my ear. "Hello?"
"What are we going to do about the Travis situation?" Dexter asked me.
Ella started to suck on my neck.
"Ain't no situation with Travis. I don't trust him, and that's that. I don't fuck with him, I'm not going to kick it with him, or anything. That nigga digging his own grave anyways"
"Alright, bye"
I hung up, and tossed my phone. "You starting stuff?"
"No" She removed her teeth from off of my skin. "Sometimes I just can't help myself around you"
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"I'm sorry for-" Dianna turned the card because the words wrapped around. "-saying that you were apart of a rival gang of niggas"
"Yep" I nodded my head. "Sounds about right"
"And that's what you're sorry for, Rakim?"
"So you're not accepting it?" I asked. "You been tripping lately, baby. You don't want to be friends anymore?"
Dexter slapped me on the back of my head and sat down at the table with me along with Miles and the rest of them. "Flacko with the hickies all up his neck"
"How you doing, Dianne?" One of them rowdy niggas called out.
"Watch your fucking mouth before I beat your fucking ass" I spat.
Ella walked up to me, and I grabbed her butt
She handed me my phone charger and I put it on the lunch table.
A bunch of unknown ass niggas walked over this way.
"Go" I nudged Dianna and turned Ella all the way around.
They both walked off, and went their separate ways.
"Can we help you?" Miles asked.
"Just checking to see who to look out for" His eyes circled our whole group.
I stood up, and sat on the table cause I didn't want another nigga looking down on me. "It don't matter, you aren't going to see me anyhow. I'ma make sure of that"
"You must be Travis cousin. That nigga trying to look like you"
"Don't worry about who I am"
"I should because Travis said something about avenging your wack ass dad-"
I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him down into the lunch table before hopping up and punching him in the head a couple times.
I saw Miles' shoes leap up and then everyone else that was sitting down's were too.
Somebody snatched me by the back of my shirt, but I pulled it off and ol' boy I was hitting on was able to get up.
I saw Dex getting smushed down to the ground and I started hitting niggas in the back of the head and yanking them back.
Somebody punched me in my teeth, and then dropped.
I looked down and he was getting tased.
"Mayers!"
Two more quick hits, and I stepped back, managing to pull Miles out.
"What?" I responded, blood seeping through my mostly closed mouth.
It began to pool at my feet.
Student resource officers, administrators, and gym teachers helped with crowd control.
"You annoying" I said, breathing heavy and leaning forward.
"I leave you alone for a couple days, and when I come to check on you again, you're fighting?" My P.O. asked. "That guy I tased was about to elbow you in the back of your neck to paralyze you"
"I'ma go get a good look at him then" I turned around and glanced at his face.
I pulled my grill off and collected my broken tooth.
I probably shouldn't have done that cause the air made the nerves hurt worse.
I got napkins off a tray and bit down on them.
"Fake arrest me" I told my P.O.
She laughed and tossed me on the table. "What makes you think that you aren't getting arrested forreal? I know you threw the first hit"
"Wuh ay no nigga gone bish me" I said through the napkins.
Fuck that.
"What?" She asked.
I spat the napkins out. "I said 'Well ain't no nigga gonna bitch me"
"I need a better reason than that, Mayers" We walked out the cafeteria, and she was being rough on my right shoulder.
"Well I gotta pick my son up from where ever he at and my babymama cannot change her plans. You really gonna leave my son alone like that? He just a baby" I said. "And I gotta set up a dentist appointment for a new tooth, and I might even have to get a new grill cause niggas want to fuck shit up. So that's why I refuse to go to jail"
"I'm taking you home, Mayers"
"Thank you, that's all I ask" I let my blood drip on the floor.
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