Sierre Gonzalez
"I never said that girl wasn't cute, it's just that her personality all fucked up. Ion care how cute a bitch is, if she a lame then issa no." This nigga Isaiah said and I nodded my head, agreeing with what he was saying as I popped a fry dipped in ketchup into my mouth.
"Watch that bitch word tho nigga." I said, picking up my burger and biting into it before popping a few more fries into my mouth and then drinking my Pepsi.
"Most of these girls is bitches tho." He shrugged causing me to mug him. "Calling a female out her name only gon lower her confidence at the end of the day." I stated, slouching back in the booth while Mari nodded in agreement.
"Why this nigga nodding like he even communicate with bitches." Isaiah said, pointing to Mari with a scowl on his face while his gaze remained on me and I simply shrugged.
What Mari or any other nigga does on his free time is his business. At the end of the day his sexuality don't got shit to do with me and I always felt like it wasn't even my place to speak on it.
"My nigga look at yo ugly ass. Tell me who would even wanna communicate with you?" Mari says dryly and I laughed because that nigga really was ugly. He was fly tho so I guess that's why bitches always flocked towards him.
"Ugly or not, I gets pussy nigga what the fuck. I'll be damned if I ever take some dick." Isaiah says with a look of disgust. "How you even hang around this gay ass nigga?" He asks me and I said nothing.
I was comfortable with my sexuality. A nigga being gay ain't have shit to do with me nor have I ever been uncomfortable around a gay nigga. I looked at Mari as my brother, his preference ain't never mattered.
"My nigga I can fight, so wassup wit it?" Mari says, getting serious as he stood up and I instinctively did the same gently pushing him out the booth and to the side. "Chill yo." I say as his chest heaved up and down while he eyed Isaiah like he wanted to kill him.
"Let his ass go." Isaiah said trynna flex for some girls that were walking by. That nigga couldn't fight for shit. He was a shooter.
"Shut yo soft ass up. You the type to try and shoot a nigga after you get yo ass beat, ole 'my pride won't let me take a L' ass nigga." I said as I mugged the fuck out him.
The girls laughed and I paid them no mind as I went ahead and retook my seat while Mari did the same. "Yeah ight." Was all that he could say and I chuckled before eating some more fries before they got cold.
"Come over here." Isaiah said to the group of girls and the one that gave off hoe vibes was the first one over while her girls were slow to approach us. Isaiah got up and allowed them to slide in the booth and my eyes stayed focused onto one of the girls who looked familiar to me until it finally clicked. It was the girl from the picture.
Her hair was no longer black, but blonde. She was even prettier in person and it took everything in me to look away. I picked up my drink and took a large gulp before setting it down. She sat there on her phone the whole time, not saying a word at all. I wondered if she even noticed a nigga, or if she would even wanna be in the same room as me once she found out I offed her nigga.
"Why you so quiet all a sudden?" One of the girls asked causing me to look at her. I stared at her for a lil minute before shrugging my shoulders, "What's yo name?" I ask.
