//SCENE: On Dodd Avenue.. a crowded street in the hood, covered with pine trees, teens and young adults, with a parade of cars cruisin' up and down it on Saturday night.//
School fenna start Monday, so everybody out tonight. I'm leanin' up against my ride wit Pop, and Trent gets all up on me and hugs me tight around my waist, and I feel the electricity. Dodd Street lit up tonight, wit everybody motorcadin' up and down it, as slow as they can go, tryin' to shine and showin' off after the Back-To-School Migos concert. Pinky house, Boris Lakes, and the Clover Street niggas is over here, so this street be crunk. And everybody know me, and know not to fuck wit me, and the bitches we got beef wit got locked down, so me and Pop good out here tonight.
"You smellin' all good and shit, what's up Aisha? Who you belong to?" Trent asks me in my ear, and butterflies tickle my stomach. He smell like some good ass weed. I giggle and shrug and glance at Pop. She starts laughing at me. Manifest Phillips aka Pop knows exactly how I am. She's my best friend in the whole wide world.
"I'm still wit Bo," I tell Trent. He backs up and smacks his lips, wavin' me off. I see how he checkin' my gear- his eyes land on the purple and white diamond chain Delontae gave me.
"Roll wit me. Dat nigga stuck in da house on some punishment shit, I got wheels," Trent lets me know, still tryin' to get next to me.
"You stole em," I say back.
"So, hell," he tells me back, and me and Pop laugh.
"Nigga Pacman gone fuck you up, what him and Taye tell yo ass?" Pop asks Trent.
"Shut da fuck up Pop. What's up Aisha?" he comes back at me again. I shrug.
"We good, move Trent, or fye it up," Pop tells him when Jerrell walks up. Trent fyes the blunt in his hand up, lookin' back.
"It's after midnight, almost 1, let's go round the street to Flossy shit. Dat's where errbody goin'," Jerrell suggests when we wave at Roger and his crew when they drive by.
"My daddy said I gotta stay on this street wit my car," I let Jerrell know.
"Tell him you spent the night over Miss Angela house like you did last Friday," Pop suggests.
"Delontae got on my ass for that shit, he found out I spent the night over Bo house," I let her know. Delontae was so mad, and he told me don't cross him again. It's like Delontae got eyes everywhere when it comes to what I be doin'.
"You spent the night wit that nigga Bo? In his daddy house?" Trent stares back at me.
"Yep," I say and suck my lollipop.
"You ain't do shit, young ass," he tells me. Damn right, I'm still a virgin.
"Right," I say and nod. He waves me off again. He jealous.
"I wanna go to Flossy party it's right round the street," Pop say and stand up to start walkin' wit Jerrell.
"You know what's up, stay right on dis street!" Makina look over here and tell me, smokin' her cigarette. Dayumm! Makina is 22 years old and swear she my mama. Trent laughs at me.
"You wanna party go right in there in Pinky house," Makina adds, tellin' me.
"Woo shit, we stayin' here den, they gone let us up in there?" Pop asks me, gettin' excited.
"I guess so, Makina say go in we can go in," I tell Pop. Pinky be havin' strippers and all the drugs and shit, and saying you gotta be grown to come up in her house parties. She be throwin' her kids and the rest of us outside. It be lit out here tho, but all the young folks goin' to Flossy birthday party.
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RomanceBased on a true story. She's been the object of his O.L.D. (Obsessive Love Disorder) since her birth. And now he's the object of hers. WARNING: Delontae aka Tae is VERY EXTREMELY dark and don't give a f**k about nothing or anyone but Aisha until he...
