PRIYA | URBAN

VI. GAEL

Chapter Six.

I SPREAD THE weed evenly throughout the length of the blunt, rolling it as I licked the blunt into a shape in my mouth. I placed the blunt between my lips as I lit it. Inhaling letting the smoke burn my throat and exhaling it into the air.

"How does it feel to be a father?" Jalen asked, sipping his beer. "Did you tell your pops?"

"I mean, I'm pretty excited, but I don't really know," I answered. "And, my pops fucking tripping and shit, talking about I better go get a job and I better not ask him for anything. I don't need nothing from that nigga anyway."

"It's pretty exciting, I know when my son was born it was the best feeling in the world. Knowing that I got somebody looking up to me," Jalen said. "Shit gets tough sometimes, my mother doesn't even speak to me anymore and my pops deadass punched me in the face when I told him I got a girl pregnant. I ain't speak to him no more after that, it's just fucked up that your own family can't even support you but shit happens and you just gotta deal with it. All that matters right now is your child and you being able to provide for him or her."

I shook my head. "Real shit, I ain't worried about nobody anymore. For now on I'm only worried about the people that actually fuck with me and my child, everybody else could suck my dick."

"Yo, wassup!" Marcus came into the house yelling, dapping us up. "Cuz, I heard you're about to be a father, how does that feel lil homie?"

"I don't know how it feels, to be honest with you," I passed the blunt over towards Marcus, who was sitting across from me. "Whats hannin?"

"It's a good feeling," Marcus answered, inhaling the smoke. "But, I came to holla at y'all for a second."

"Wassup?" Jalen asked.

"So, I was talking about some shit with Dre," Marcus said. "And, he said that he had a job for us if y'all are up for it. I mean, it's easy money."

"Dre knows I don't fuck with him after he tried to steal my stash," Jalen shook his head. "The answer for me is hell to the fucking no, that nigga can do the job himself."

"So, you're going to turn down easy money?" Marcus asked, exhaling the smoke into the air. "Gael, you in?" Marcus turned around and looked at me before grabbing a beer from out of the fridge.

"I don't know," I shook my head. "I stopped getting my self-mixed up in that shit, you're going to have to let me think about that."

"Man, y'all some pussies," Marcus chugged his beer down. "Nigga, we ain't got all day to think about it. I gotta let Dre know what's up."

I just stared at him. "I'm good then, I'm not worried about that shit anymore. I guess I'm just a pussy then, fuck it."

"Man, whatever," Marcus said. "By the way, Bishop asked about you." Jalen lifted up from his seat. "Man, I ain't heard his name in forever. What's been up with that nigga?" Jalen asked.