Chapter 1.2: Meeting Diani

253 11 2
                                    

B.o.B POV

My after school routine: round up my niggas and go to the trap house, work and then go home. I'd do my homework when I got home if I didn't pass out after dinner, which was almost never cause after dinner I'd knock the fuck out. My days were always hectic. Going to school, selling dope, arguing with customers, fighting other gangs and running errands for the boss it was exhausting. I'd have to go through this shit again today. When the final school bell rang, I took up my bag and rushed out of class. I met up with my clique at our usual spot which was the oak tree in the center of the front schoolyard. When all of us were there, we walked to the trap house. We went into Skull's office. He's our boss. He gave us our assignments and we all went our separate ways. My job was to collect Skull's money from people who owed him. I fucking hated it. I argued with half of them. One nigga got me so heated I wanted to pop a cap in his fucking head but I had to keep cool. If I had shot him, I wouldn't have gotten Skull's money and he would've popped a cap in my ass. I continued to yell at the dude, but he didn't budge. Probably because he could see I was a yungin'.

"I ain't giving you the money young boy. And ya can't do shit bout it" He said.

"Oh really?!!" I yelled.

I pulled my glock outta my back pocket and held it at his chest. The bullet hole aligning with what I supposed was his heart. His facial expression changed from a smirk to terror.

"Don't judge a book by its cover fucker!!!" I poked him with the gun.

He went into his pocket and handed me the money.

I smiled.

"Nice doin business witcha" I said.

I finished going around collecting the money and then went back to the trap house into Skull's office. I handed him the money and he counted it.

"Good job. Wait here. I gotta tell you and your group something."

The rest of my boys came in the office. When we were all present, Skull stepped out of the office and returned about 2 minutes later with a teen girl. She looked around my age. 

"Boys. This is my niece Diani and she will be supervising your group."

We all nodded. 

I tried to take discrete glances at her. Didn't want Skull to know I was checking out his niece. She was a fine dime. Nice brown skin, wide hips, and a pretty round face. She looked too sweet to be involved with this typa shit. 

"I'm going out. See y'all tomorrow." Skull said.

As soon as she left, my friends circled her introducing themselves and tryin to mack on her. One of them grabbed her ass. She quickly grabbed his arm and twisted it. 

"Fuck!!" He yelled in pain. 

"None of y'all motherfuckers try that with me again!!" She said bluntly. 

I laughed. 

"What's your name?" She said as she walked over to me.

"Call me BR." I answered.

"Ok." She said. Me and my boys walked out the office and outside. She followed.

I waved to her before we walked off. I turned around and saw her smoking a blunt. 

"She fits right in here" I thought to myself.

We stood under a tree close by my house and rolled up. The sky was soon filled with our cannabis smoke. 

'Why the fuck is she babysitting us?" Lloyd said. 

He was the one who got his arm twisted. 

We all sat there in silence wondering why skull did this to us. An idea came to my head.

"Probably has to do with Trey's incident 2 weeks ago." I said breaking the silence.

2 weeks ago, Trey was on his corner selling dope and a group of guys jumped him and took Skull's dope and money. Instead of fessing up to skull, he hid for a week cause he didn't want Skull to think he was a pussy. But he looked like a pussy either way. Skull almost killed him, we had to jump in to tell Skull the real story to spare his life.

Everyone nodded in agreement. 

"Plus, Skull's trap business is growing. So he gon need to keep his shit in tact and runnin smooth and shit." Makye said. 

We nodded in agreement again. 

We rolled up again. 

"Don't mind her babysitting me doe.  She fine as fuck!!" Miles said.

We replied with "yea", "you know it", "preach nigga" and "mhmmm"s. 

Her being there is gonna make work entertaining. 

Memories Back Then: A T.I. , B.o.B and Kendrick Lamar storyWhere stories live. Discover now