Stop Playin with Me

Part 3

We pulled up to the slums of the west side. "So how long you tryna say here? Ion want no crackheads tryna steal my car and shit." Paris asked pulling up to this half burnt torn down 2 story house. I looked down at my phone, 3:45pm, "shit I'm tryna go to the-", I stopped as somebody crackhead momma came knocking on the window.

"The fuck you want Laronda?" I snapped at her. "I- I - I need some stuff", she whispered looking at her surroundings and scratching her neck and arms. "I-I I got money...see look..." she mumbled throwing a $50 bill into the window. I picked it up frowning disgustedly, and put it up to the sun. "I-It's real dis time, see..see see I-I I got it from honest work...like a regular person. I went out and and and I I cleaned up people houses, and sold some of my items that I got to the pawnshop. I gots honest money now!" She slurred with her hands on her hips standing proudly. Both me and Paris burst out laughing at this bitch. "Honest money my ass bitch, it ain't honest if yo intent is to get high!" I laughed folding the bill and putting it in my white LV bag. "From them 'cleaning houses' jobs, how many actually allowed you to clean?", I asked her pulling out my scale. "Well....none but I did them folks a favor! They ain't have to clean nothing! And I took payment for myself as repayment! Then folks best be happy I ain't ask for money!" She said with a attitude, folding her arms. This bitch really slow slow... I thought, I shrugged my shoulders and weighed out her coke. "Tell yo friends Bianca out and about for the next 2 hours, tell em imma be at the courts ight?" I said staring straight and handing her the baggie.

We pulled up to the courts and got out. "Damnnn girl these men is fineeeeeee, lemme find out one of em single...hell they can be taken ion discriminate what God gave me." Paris said biting her bottom lip looking at all the well built sweaty men playing ball and standing around. "Hola Chica's!", KD yelled across the courts to us, as him and Krizzle waved us over.

KD and Krizzle we're brothers, same daddy different mom. KD was Mexican mixed with black while Krizzle was black and Jamaican. KD was about 6'2", very well built, he had hazel green eyes and long freshly twisted dreads braided back in two cornrows. While Krizzle was a milk chocolate 6'4" marine, aside from his brother,Krizzle had the typical fuckboy taper fade with a perfect goatee to match. Both of them were dressed in black and white Nike basketball shorts, black socks and white Nike slides.

"Wassup Bianca, why you back on my block?" Krizzle said dapping her and Paris up. "Why you living in the block with all the customers?" Paris snapped back crossing her arms and rolling her neck. Paris and Krizzle use to be FWB until Krizzle wanted to settle down...with another bitch. "Y'all just needa fuck again, y'all niggas argue to much." KD laughed putting his arm around me. "Y'all tryna make some money tonight?" I asked looking at Snapchat some . "Wassup?", "it's a party tonight at some white boy house, errybody tryna get coke and shit motha fuckas look like they don't even know prices and shit, easy shmoney." Paris explained. "Dats wassup, we down fo sho." Krizzle said rubbing his hands together.