Asante's POV
I walked into the living room and had to turn right back around.
“Wait!” A bunch of them started laughing.
“The fuck this nigga got on his face?”
I turned back to them. I had a scrub on mah face that I use twice a week to cleanse it. Kell and I went to Walmart a couple weeks ago and got some face cleansing shit. Is not like I just started anyway, so ain shit they can say to embarrass me.
Why these niggas always gotta be here? Ima needa have a serious talk with Calvin.
“This nigga gay as shit.” Tyreek said, laughing.
I made a stank face. I know this crusty ass nigga not tryna play me.
“See, where y'all homeless mafuckas got me fucked up,” I started, “Is the part where you think am doin this fah you.” I walked into the room and sat down on the couch, “I can sit aroun and let myself look crusty as shit like y'all niggas but I got ambition. And I gotta woman. So don't fuckin play yaself,” I eyed them, “Bitch.”
“Damn nigga, go in.” Kyle said.
“I plan to,” I replied, smirking, “These niggas can't try to play me.”
“I think it's cute,” some random broad said.
“If y'all think it's gay jus cause am takin care a mah shit, then you needa get ya priorities straight,” I looked over at Calvin, “And why the fuck they always here?”
He shrugged, “Honestly, ion even know.”
“This basically a frat house.”
“Nah nigga, this a trap house,” I corrected, “And y'all gon limit the amount times ya here a week, cause am ti'ed a seein y'all to be honest.”
“Wow,” some nigga said. I really stopped askin for names a long time ago when new people kept comin in every week, “That how you feel?”
“That's what I said ain it?” I retorted.
“Man eva since you gotta bitch you-”
“Ever since I got a what?” I leaned forward, cutting him off. He ain say none so I got up, “Nah, what was that? Don't stop na,” I said, taking a step forward.
Everyone was outta they seat after that. A bunch a them gettin loud, but my attention was on the dumbass nigga standin in a corna now. Everybody was standing between the of two us. Honestly, I even forgot this nigga name and he wanna talk big in mah fuckin house then stand in a corna? His ass gon own up to that shit and take whateva comin to him.
“One a y'all niggas touch me, all a you gettin ya shit busted bruh,” I warned them.
There was just this ragin feelin in me. It's been there for a long time actually, I jus been pushin it back and ain do nothin bout it.
“C'mon man, calm down. He ain mean it like dat,” Kyle said, holdin his hands up.
“I am calm, you hear me shoutin?” I retorted, “I just wan him ta be a man bout what he jus said and accept what gon happen next.” I told them calmly.
A hand rested on my shoulder and I knew it was Calvin without lookin cause none a these niggas ain crazy enough to touch me.
“It ain worth it, man,” Cal said, patting my shoulder.
“Aight look, we gon leave. That good?”
I let out a breath, reaching up to run a hand down my face, but stopped when I remember I got the shit on and took a step back.
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