HeartBreaks & Promises

Chapter Eight

Brandon (pictured)

I inhaled the blunt slowly , pulled it out of my mouth and stared at it. I exhaled the smoke, some coming out of my nostrils as well.

"Damn Trev where this nigga at?" I asked, taking another drag of kush.

Trevor is my right hand man. A couple years ago me, Trev, and Zach ran Orlando. We were the top sellers in Orange County. Shit is different now. We still runnin shit but Zach is locked up, so now it's just me and Trev holdin it down until he get out.

We were waiting on some lil nigga. He wanted to sell for us, but so does every other nigga in high school who want some new Jordans. He was about to be late, and if he was, that's strike one.

Just as I began to grow impatient there was a knock on the door. Trev left to go answer it and came back with a dude behind him. He had braids, a chain, and some Js on. I let out a light chuckle. Either this guy was a lame who wanted to look like he was down, or he sold in the past. That's exactly how I looked when I first started. With that baby ass chain.

I stood up and walked towards the middle of the dark room. I took one puff of the dro and stared at him. He stared back, he wasn't backing down, that alone let me know he sold before. I already peeped game.

"Who you sold for?" I asked. Me and Trev circled around him slowly.

"Some niggas in my home state." he said. He kept his eyes on the wall ahead.

"Are they gon' make problems for us?" Trev questioned.

"Nah." He spoke.

I sat down on the desk. "So, what's your name?" I asked. He started to answer me but I raised my hand,instructing him to stop. "It's not important, really." I'll find out soon enough.

"What shoul we call him Trev?"

"Umm.. Blue." He shrugged.

"Why?" Me and 'Blue' said in unison. I glared at him to let him know to NEVER speak without being spoken to.

"Shit iono. It fits though."

For a few hours we ran little tests on him, stuff like bagging, exchanging, simple shit. He passed them all.

Welcome to the team, Blue.

Trey

I got the job I wanted. The bosses scared me a little. But I stood my ground. I been through that intimidation routine before, it wasn't shit. I would officially start working tomorrow.

I walked into my house and my mom was cooking. I stood in the doorway of the kitched watching her dance to old school slow jams and laughed at her. She turned around signing into a wooden sppon. Her eyes widened and she clutched her heart with her left hand and gripped onto the countertop with the left.

"Tremaine Aldon Neverson! You scared the hell outta me boy, What the hell is wrong with you." I laughed and walked towards the fride.

"My bad Mumma." I apoligized.

I went inside the fridge and grabbed a 2-liter of Coca-Cola. I looked back at her to see if she was paying any attention to me. I unscrewed the bottle cap and drunk from the bottle. Mumma slapped me in the back of my head, causing me to spit out the soda.

"Get a damn cup boy. And clean that mess up!" I groaned and took severeal paper towels to wipe down the fridge.

"Where you been at Trey?" she asked.

"Just out, chillin." I lied. I didn't want her to know I was getting a job. She would just tell me I needed to focus on my education and that we didn't need the help, that she could do it on her own. I know that wasn't true. We were barely getting by with her working two jobs.