THE BLOCK

Square Up Then 🥊💉

Lark's Point Of View.

I scroll through Instagram, stopping at a video of Brandon at the club. It's him getting twerked on by some girl who's whole booty is hanging out of her clothes. The caption reads 'Mood For The Rest Of The Year:Done with broke bitches 🍑💸💸'

"You okay?" Chloe asks looking up from her I Pad.

"Yeah, there's something I need to do though" I go over to my wardrobe and pull out all of Brandon's hoodies and jumpers that he allowed me to wear when it was too cold outside. "Grab that photo" I tell Chloe who picks up the picture of Brandon and I. I then grab the bear he gave me last Valentines day.

"You wanna drive?"

"Wait where are we going?"

"Just about to put some nigga in his place"

She giggles grabbing her keys and the photo to follow me out of the house.

Brandon's Point Of View.

"Brandon wake the fuck up!" I hear my mom cuss pushing the curtains apart letting the sun into my room. I scrunch my eyes up although they were already closed, my whole head is banging and I feel sick.

"Mom, get out" I complain, putting the pillow over my face.

"You got company" she tells me making me roll my eyes, shooting out of the bed, the room is spinning and my throat is dry as fuck.

I limp past her, but she grabs my arm, pulling me back.

"Where the fuck was you last night?"

"With Fu... Courtney, Ray and them" I lie.

"You better not be playing with me Brandon... you smell like alcohol and you didn't come home until two"

"We was chilling, damn" I take my hand from her grip before heading downstairs and into the kitchen to see Flaco sitting around the table.

"What's up?" I dap him.

"What's up Mike Tyson?" He jokes as I sit down.

"Ah, shit last night was crazy man"

"I know, why you not dressed?" He questions looking at my outfit.

"Cause I just woke up, why? Where we going?"

"Oakland, I thought that I might as well come with you, show you how it's done"

I chuckle nodding.

"Yeah, ayt then"

I hear a knock at the door. "Man, who the fuck at my door?" I ask causing Flaco to chuckle to himself going on his phone. I look out of the window to see a car I haven't seen before. I go over to the door and open it to see Lark standing there with a whole bunch of shit in her hands with a white girl behind her, who I guess is the exchange student.

"Broke? Nigga I used to help your ass out" Lark barks.

"What?" I ask all confused as fuck.

"The post of you and that hoe in the club you put on Instagram"

"Oh, you mad about that? Your not even my girl no more, remember?"

"Take your shit then" she hands me all the clothes and basically everything that I've gifted her. Ungrateful ass.

"Don't let her talk to you like that" Flaco chimes in, pulling up a couple seats to get a better look.

"Your really about to act like this Lark after all that shit I've done for you"

"And your about to be taking advice from niggas that have never had a girl in their lives"

Flaco laughs.

"Their helping me out"

"Their not helping you, but your too much of a dumb nigga to realise that"

"Ohh, she roasting yo ass" Flaco adds, smoking his blunt when I put all the shit down.

"I hope you have fun with all them dusty bitches at the club, make sure you get checked out though"

"It's not like I was getting shit from you"

"Got 'em" Flaco continues to buss up, hyping up the situation.

"Nigga you must be on some shit, your tiny ass baby weener couldn't do shit for me neither"

The girl behind her giggles as does Flaco making me look real dumb.

"Get the fuck outta my face hoe"

"Who's a hoe?"

"You"

She lifts her hand up and slaps me across the face, her acrylics scraping me after. I knew she was strong from all the times that we've play fought with each other. I go to retaliate but Flaco stands between us.

"Square up then"

"Aye bruh you tryna catch a case? You better calm your ass down" Flaco tells me pushing me inside. I touch my cheek where she had hit me to see a tiny bit of blood leak onto my hand.

"Ayo, y'all need to go" Flaco tells them.

"K, tell your nigga Imma see him real soon"

Flaco sniggers, closing the door on them. He turns around to me while I go over to the mirror to see the small scratch on my face, it's deep so it would probably leave a scar.

"Yoooo, she got your ass"

"I know" I look at my face one last time before turning around.

"Don't she know not to run up on niggas? Her ass is crazy"

"Man, I don't know" I sigh, regretting everything I said to Lark instantly. I can't believe I even raised my hand to her.

"Man let's go, Oaklands waiting on us"

"Yeah" I stand up going towards the door.

"Bro, get changed first"

"Oh yeah, my bad" I head upstairs to find something to wear, my cheek still leaking.