SouthSide

VIII

Washaun in the mm

"So wassuh witchu and Isriel." Troit asked glancin at Jashaun. Jashaun held a blunt between his lips as he lit up. "Not shit, shorty buggin, got me blocked on everything." Troit looked at him. Jashaun ain't had no clue that his shorty had a new nigga and that was why he wasn't gettin ha attention.

"So how shit went down when y'all argued, you be puttin yo foot down, be havin ha in check?" "Nah, you know Isri, can't nobody put ha ass in check, you may get the last word but at the end of the day you ain't right." He said. "Nah yo ass a bitch, you gotta put yo shorty in ha place bruh ain't no female eva above a nigga. If she ain't yo moma she ain't shit but a piece.

Gotta grab shorty by her throat or some and shut ha up. She already knew you was a bitch nigga, that's why she bitched you out and left fo anotha." "I ain't a bitch nigga, I just luh ha." Troit shook his his head. "You can't show that man." "Whatchu mean for anotha? Isri ain't got no new nigga."

"Yo sho? Last time I seen ha she was rollin round wit Smoke bitch ass." Troit said. Jashaun shook his head. That wasn't even like Isriel. She wouldn't even fuck wit a GDK nigga afta what happened wit ha pops. She took the rivalry shit deep. At least that's what he thought.

"Musta been someone else, last thing she'd eva do is fuck what a GDK nigga afta what happened to ha pops." "Nigga I know what I saw, you needa check yo shorty befo he play ha and y'all asses out."

>~•~<

Isriel was sitting on the couch counting money as Nate smoked a blunt beside her. It was four something on a Saturday evenin and they were counting profits while makin conversation. "So how yo grades lookin?" He asked. "They straight." She said as as she tied a band.

He nodded his head. "So how much money you need fo prom? You want a limo?" He asked. "You wanna rent me a limo?" She asked lookin at him with her eyebrows raised. "Unless you want me to buy you a car, you finna graduate you need a car." He said. She nodded her head. "I want a car, to be specific I want your grey Dodge Charger that you never use." She said.

He looked at her like she was stupid. "You ain't touchin that. I'll buy you one." He said. "But first I wanna meet that nigga you be textin." "Never mind I'll just buy my own." She said shakin her head. "Isriel, I ain't playin witchu, gotta make sho he treatin my baby girl right." He said.

"We straight. He ain't on none." She said. "Y'all tryna be lowkey or some?" He asked curiously. "No we be out in public, I just don't want you to meet him til I figure out if we serious." She said shruggin. "Just a dinner aight, so I can tell if he serious fo you." Isriel mugged him. "Ima nigga I know when a nigga dead ass or not."

Isriel looked at him knowin he had a point. "Aight fine but don't be on that ova protective bullshit fam." She said. "Ima be coo. Bring him ova tonight, round eight." "He can't do tonight, he busy." She said. "Aight than Sunday dinner." He said. She nodded her head. "Aight." Nate said standin up.

"The boys on the way to pick up some products and to bring by my money, I'on know if Jay finna be hea or not." He said. She rolled her eyes as she heard him mentions Jashaun. "If Jay involves I'on wantchu given shit to them." She said truthfully. "What?" He asked shocked. "Jay said some real disrespectful shit, he called my dad a bitch but he up hea tryna boost my family product?

Nah fuck that bullshit he ain't profitin off shit from us so no." She said. "Just as she said that Lamontae and Washaun walked in. "Yo!" Washaun said. Isriel looked back at them with no form of emotion on her face. "Wassuh milkdud." Lamontae said smilin at her as he shook up wit Nate.