How I Got Good

Chapter 8

"You a Ride or Die Chick. You with this Shit or Nah?" -Ty Dollar $ign

Tony's P.O.V.

Court Day

All I heard was

"Tony Hardey you have been pleaded guilty for the charge of Jamal Moore's murder. But since you were trying to protect your little cousin, and I like you for that...I'll only give you 24 months in prison."

I guess I'm thankful that I only get two years. Anybody else would have died in prison. "Judge, can I just ask a favor." He lifted his eyebrow, signaling me to proceed with what I had to say. "Let me hug my girlfriend...Please? Her and my little cousin are all I have." I look behind me and see Yhana's big brown eyes in pain and disappointment. "Please, your honor." He gave me his blessing and the security removed my cuffs. I walked over to her, grabbed her, and pressed my forehead against hers.

"You listen to me..." she nodded, "...use that wisely. It's only for you." she interrupts, "I'm pregnant," she whispers. I almost faint. "you serious?" she nods again. I kiss her forehead. "I love you. Stay with me on this. As soon as I get out, I'm coming home to you." She smiled while tears came down her cheeks. "I love you too." I kiss her lips and lean down to kiss her stomach. "Us against the World." The security cuffed my hands back and I was led out to the back of the court room.

"Miss...?" I could hear the judge talking through the wall.

"Did I overhear you say that you were pregnant?"

"Well I know Tony is a nice person. He can be out even sooner for good behavior." She leaves and I hear the court room doors shut.

Jazz's P.O.V.

I got a call the other day from Myles and today is our lunch date. He's taking me to this new Sea Food/Island restaurant around town. I just don't know what to wear. I'm so excited and nervous. I look in my closet. He told me it was kind of classy, so I didn't want to roll up in a pair of jeans.

I decided to wear a short, white dress, a little above my knees. It's form fitting at the top and has a small opening to see my belly ring. I curled my hair and put my makeup on. I finished the outfit off with a pair of gold stilettos with gold jewelry. I looked in the mirror, satisfied. I was fierce.

Myles P.O.V.

Today is my lunch date with Jazz and I'm ecstatic! Since the place is classy I'm going to try to work something out without overwhelming her.

I decide to wear black jeans, a black button down, collared shirt. White alligator dress shoes and finished it with a white bow tie and silver screws and a watch.

Jazz: Hello?

Me: Hey. How are you?

Jazz: Fine. How about you?

Me: Good, Good. Are you ready, I'm about to head out.

Jazz: Yes!

Me: Okay! I'll be at your house in a bit.

We hung up and I couldn't be more excited.

Yvette's P.O.V.

My phone is jumping. Calls and texts about Imani, Tony, and Jermaine, Jamal and Tony, Tony in jail. What the hell happened when I was gone?

My boyfriend, Mike, and I had been in New Orleans for the past week.

Jazz told me about the argument between Carnisha and Imani and how she's been messed up ever since. Now everybody is upset at Carnisha.

I invite Carnisha over because I don't take sides. She knocks at my door. I go to open it and greet her. She's been real down lately.

"I just don't think I can be friends with her if she acts like this." I roll my eyes because I know she loves Imani, so I don't know why this was even said coming from her. "I think you need to straighten this out."

Mike comes through the door. "Wassup y'all," he greets Carnisha and gave me a kiss. Carnisha stood up, understanding her cue. "I'll see y'all later." She gets up to leave.

Carnisha's P.O.V.

I walk to my car and drive off. I get around the corner and out of Yvette's Sub Division and my car was slowing down. What the fuck? First me and Imani, now my car?

I try to call Yvette with no luck. I have no idea about fixing cars, so I sit here looking dumb.

Someone knocks on my window and says, "Can I help you?" with a smile.