Natalie & King

Ch.2

Kohle

Tay handed me a pistol and took one last pull on the backwood we shared while we waited for the sun to set. His dreads were tied up in a bun but even if they weren't, the black hoody, baggy jeans and black Timbs made it hard to recognize him. When he slipped the mask over his face, I did the same.

"Pop that nigga if you got to," Tay nodded his head toward the young boy on the corner of the street. He looked young, younger than us and unfamiliar with his surroundings. I didn't like these kinda jobs with Tay. I preferred robbin' stores cause there was a less likely chance of us gettin' shot at. With robbin' on the street, it got tricky and a little dangerous. Tay liked the danger though so by default, I tagged along with him.

"Aight fam, let's go run that lil' nigga pockets and dip,"

Tay led the way, I followed him up the dark alley with my head hanging low. The closer we got, the harder and faster adrenaline pumped thru my body. The boy had his back turned to us while he counted money and talked with his phone propped between his neck and shoulder, mistake number one and two. Tay knocked the phone to the ground and pointed the gun in the middle of the boy's forehead.

"Run them pockets," Tay held the gun without shaking once. This was his lifestyle. Robbin' people was what he did to get by and pass time but it felt wrong to me. I could barely look at the boy shaking in his pants with fear. He literally emptied his pockets out, put his hands in the air and then tried to convince Tay not to do this. He stopped talking when I aimed my gun at his chest.

"Nigga you out here on the streets, you better get with the shits or you gon' keep losin' profit. Strap up next time, blood," Tay took the money, snatched the gold chain from the boy's neck and then turned around like nothing happened. I did the same.

Tay and I split the money down the middle, took a smoke break and then headed over to his girls' house. It was just outside of town but far enough to sit and think about what the fuck I was actually doin' with my life. Nothin'. I wasn't doin' a damn thing besides wasting it. I thought gettin' into a community college would get both my mom and dad off my back but that only made things worse. Now they bitched about how much time I spent doin' everything except studyin'.

"Man, when you gon' stop fuckin' with Bay? That lil' bitch prey on light bright niggas like you and ya'll just blind," Tay didn't like Bay'Zell. He thought she was extra, ratchet and had too much mouth. I never once complained about her mouth. We vibed together cause she knew I wasn't lookin' for nothin' other than a nut and she was fine with that. Honestly she wasn't even single. Tay didn't like her for more than just her mouth and bad attitude though. He didn't like her cause she broke his brother's heart and drove him to shoot himself.

"Iono bruh. She ain't preyin' on nobody. I'm just trynna fuck,"

"Yeah okay. Wassup with shorty from her job though? If I wasn't with Mariah, nigga I'd be trynna smash that bitch." Tay laughed but we both knew he would never step out on Mariah. I'm still not sure what it is about her that had him so wrapped around her finger but he treated her like a diamond and didn't have a problem layin' out any nigga or bitch that disrespected her. He even told me he wanted to marry her.

"I ain't seen her since last week. She was bad as fuck." I rubbed my chin at the memory of that girl, Natalie. The only reason I remembered her name was cause I haven't been able to get her out of my mind since I saw her. As bad as Bay'Zell was, she had nothin' on Natalie's small but thick frame or her sexy, curly blonde hair. Her eyes were even a dark blue, light grey color.