Addicted to you and there's nothin' I can do

Chapter 5

I was just finished with another day
of school and I was kinda glad I
didn't see Marcus there cause he
was suspended after the fight.

I was walking up to the porch to my house ready to lock up the door when I heard a lot of loud noise inside.

I knew it wasn't Brandon and some of his friends cause they were on a road trip and wasn't coming back in a couple of days, and Trippie couldn't be
making that much noise by himself.

I opened the door to see something that was surprising the fuck outta me.

Trippie was sitting there in the
living room smoking with a
hella lot of people dressed in red,
they had on everything from red bandanna's, red t-shirts and red pants.

and the most scariest thing,
they had guns in their hands.

"What the fuck"
I said under my breath

"Aye, Madison" Trippie said noticing me, and he said it like it was totally normal to have thirty guys in a living room that ain't even his, and with
motherfuckin' guns in their hands.

He walked towards me and took me a little away from the crowd of people.

"What the fuck is going on
Trippie" I asked scared as hell.

"Relax ma, I'm just
having a business meeting
with the bloods, it's nothin"
He said to me trying to
calm me down.

"Nothing? Trippie, they are holding guns, and they know where I fucking
live now" I said freaking out.

He started to chuckle.

What the fuck was so funny?

"You're fuckin' cute when you're worried, but you need to chill,
they ain't planning to kill you or
no shit like that, everyone I fuck with, they fuck with" He said with a smirk finding it incredible funny how
worried I was being.

"But still they are holding guns,
what if you say something that
they don't agree with or
some shit like that?" I said
being scared for him.

I didn't know why I was being
worried for Trippie, I didn't really care, or did I? The only thing
I knew was that I didn't want him
to get hurt or something worse.

"Look, I have a gun too, if they try
any shit, which they won't cause
they're my fuckin' gang, but
if they do I'ma be ready" He
said showing me the gun that
was hidden under his hoodie.

"Alright, if you say so"
I said softly still slightly anxious
as I looked down at my feet.

"Hey, look at me, just
trust me Shawty, nothing's
gonna happen" He said lifting
up my chin so I was looking
straight into his eyes.

"Yeah, ok" I nodded my head
deciding to trust him on it.

We started to move towards the living room again and as a reflex cause I was so anxious I intertwined Trippie's
hand and mine without thinking.

I noticed what I just did and started
to blush slightly, I looked over at Trippie to see him smirking as he looked down at our intertwined
hands before he lead me to the living
room where all the bloods where at.

All of a sudden everyone's
attention landed on us.

"Yooo, Trippie, this your girlfriend?"
One of the guys asked him with a grin.

My heart started to skip fast when he asked that for no reason, but I wasn't Trippie's girlfriend and I didn't think I ever was gonna be, I haven't even broken up with Marcus yet.

"Nah, but she's gonna be soon
enough through" he laughed out looking down at me.

I was gonna be? The fuck did he
mean by that? It was probably
just a joke through, he didn't
really mean anything by it.

Some of the bloods that looked like they were around my age started to look me up and down and it was making me kinda self conscious
and uncomfortable as I tried
to ignore their gaze.

Trippie noticed it and glared irritated over at his gang members making
them stop looking at me in that way.

He then sat himself down in the
couch our hands still intertwined as
he all of a sudden sat me carefully down on his lap with his other
hand holding onto my waist.

My heart started to beat fast as I
sat on his lap, our hands intertwined and almost all my anxiousness about all the gang shit and about all the bloods sitting in my living room
was gone, well almost.

Trippie and the rest of the bloods started to speak about some shit they were gonna deliver and about how
not the crips had to find out.

My brother was a crip but for some strange reason I knew I wasn't
gonna tell him anything about it.

I buried my head in Trippie's chest
not wanting to pay more attention to what the hell they were talking about.
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