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Chapter 5: Confide

Vea's POV

           "Damn Kentrell you live kinda deep." I said, passing a blunt to Dajon that was in rotation. I looked out the window as we were dropping Isla and Kentrell off to his house.

"Yeah I know this my hood, baby." Kentrell said proudly, looking out the window. "Aye there go that fraud ass nigga that owe me my money."

"What you tryna do?" Dajon looked through the rear view mirror at the backseat.

"Man I'm all with the fuck shit but not with the girls in the car." He sucked his teeth and pulled Isla closer to him. "I'll catch him lacking, don't need our shorties getting in the loop."

Isla sucked her teeth and looked at Kentrell. "Boy I was born and raised in the hood, this shit don't phase me. Vea who they think we is?"

I turned to look at her and laughed, nodding my head. "Deadass. Y'all got a weird image of us."

"Oh so you a hood bitch?" Dajon turned to look at me as he stopped at a red light. He reached behind his seat to pass the clip to Isla.

I made a face at the term. I definitely wasn't no hood bitch, far from it, but I was street smart. I mean you kinda had to be when the hood was the place you grew up in. "Nah, I ain't a hood bitch. I just know about it and shit. Hood don't love you, know that."

"Oh I know that for sure." Kentrell butted in.

Dajon shrugged and nodded. "I like that. I dealt with a couple hood bitches before but them bitches too wild. I mean they matched my gangsta but I need a lil calm shorty. Maybe a good girl I could turn out." He smirked, looking at me from the corner of his eye.

I rolled my eyes and looked at Dajon. "You ain't turning shit."

Isla looked between the both of us and grinned, laughing. "Man can y'all just date already?"

"Deadass like y'all playing." Kentrell put his two cents in.

"Nigga you stop playing, you all hugged up on shorty that ain't even yours." Dajon snorted.

"Ain't even mine? I'm Isla daddy, fuck you chattin' bout nigga?" He looked at Isla and licked his lips. "Ain't that right?"

"Si, papi." Isla purred and passed the clip back to Kentrell.

I laughed and shook my head. "I aint dating this nigga, he a hoe. But our double dates would be lit as fuck I know that."

"No funny shit." Isla sighed happily.

I laughed with the rest of them and just looked out the window. Me and Dajon, Kentrell and Isla, that sounded fun as hell. But then again it sounded kinda dangerous, me and Isla were dealing with real hood niggas. Smoking and drinking, getting money, supporting them during they shoot-outs and drive-bys, it all sounded lit. Though what could I do? Isla was eighteen, Kentrell was nineteen, and Dajon was twenty one. I was only seventeen, I was still a lil ass girl compared to those three. I didn't need them as my baby sitter since sooner or later Dajon would be my lil daddy. It was only a matter of time before I was feeling the kid and he was feeling me, but time was coming much quicker than I thought.

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When we dropped Isla and Kentrell off there was a silence that fell between us in the car. I looked over at Dajon to see him focused on the road. He even looked good when he was driving, straight hood nigga forreal. He was driving with one hand while the other was in the middle of us on that arm rest or whatever that shit was called. His seat was all the way back with his sunroof open. I also happened to look at his phone and seen Thotelina requesting a call.