In which Stokeley and Michael get in an alteration because of Stokeley's massive road rage.
MICHAEL WHITE.
"Bruh, come the fuck on!" Stokeley snaps slamming down on his brakes causing me to jerk forward quickly and drop my phone on the floor of the car as it slipped out my hands. "Bitch you should've been turned your signal on!"
"Stokeley." I said eyeing him while leaning down to pick up my phone. He ignores me going around the car sticking his middle finger up.
"If you don't know how to fuckin' drive don't get on the road, ahh what the fuck?!" He shouts again blowing his horn as I fastened my seatbelt on me. "Look at this dumb bitch!"
"You need to calm the fuck down." I tell him wiping the dust and dirt off my phone. He wanted to snap on people when he needed to clean this dirty ass car, shit looked like a trash dump.
"Don't tell me what to do Michael." He glanced over at me. "Are you the one driving?"
"No, don't talk to me like that, fuck is wrong with you?" I utter frowning my face up. "You must've forgot who you talkin' to Stokeley."
"Man shut up." He mumbles blowing his horn again and stopping on the breaks. I shook my head looking down to pray to satan that I make it out of this car alive. "What you lookin' down for bae?"
"I'm talking to my father, please don't interrupt us." I say with my eyes closed as the car went to the side briskly. "So it's just fuck my life, huh?"
"Where and the fuck did this dummy get his license from?!" Stokeley slaps the steering wheel pissed off. "Aye I'm about to beat his ass, nigga can't drive worth shit!"
Stokeley rolls down his window as I tried to roll it back up from my side because I was not about to help him fight again due to his road rage. I don't know why he got so pissed when in reality he was the one who couldn't really drive.
"Stokeley stop it!" I slap him on the back of his head trying to roll my window up but he only lets it back down proceeding to yell at the car beside us as cars honked waiting for us to move up.
"I'll beat yo' ass nigga, you the one that can't fuckin' drive!" The man with hella face tattoos yells from his car. "We got a baby on board in this bitch!"
"Fuck that lil ugly ass baby!" Stokeley snaps. "Look like it got the benjamin button disease!"
"Don't talk about my baby!" Another man rolls down his window glaring at Stokeley. "When you riding around with human sized chucky dolls!"
"Excuse you?" I leaned up taking my seatbelt off to get a good look at the man who said that. He eyes me before flicking me off with his long green nails.
"Did I fart bitch?" He mugs me as a few cars went around and Stokeley took off his seatbelt and I took mine off as well, it looks like after all we were going to fight.
"Bitch?" I nodded before licking over my lips opening the car door to get out, it was one thing I hated being called more than anything was a bitch. I walked over to their car snatching the door open to pull him out but he lifts his leg kicking me in my leg, but it didn't stop shit as I grabbed the top of his matted hair dragging him out the car and throwing him down on the ground.
"Daddy!" I heard.
"I got yo' bitch." I utter straddling his chest throwing blows to his face as he tried to hit back but didn't get far. I'm not even going to lie he did get me in my lip real good but that was it. All my hits were connecting while he just punched wildly.
