Streets Is Watching {COMPLETED}

SIW - 11.

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Jay

I threw the car part down and stood up to wipe the sweat off my face. I was working extremely hard today, even did a little overtime that put me right at 16 hours for just this one day. I could continue, but my thoughts were getting the best of me and I was hungrier than a bitch.

I still couldn't believe what had happened last night. I was mad as fuck at Cameron, mad at Beyoncé for talking crazy, and mad at myself for even putting my hands on her. We were both upset, but I shouldn't have did her like that.

The last thing I wanted was for her to be afraid of me, but it's not like this the first time we had a little scuffle. She's done me worst, but I'm a man and putting my hands on her or anyone else is something I shouldn't do.

I checked the time on my phone seeing that it was nearing 4AM, which meant that my shift was ending and the next shift was coming in. Heading for the break room, I took a chair and sat down to get myself together. I was tired as fuck.

The break room door opened and in walked my Supervisor. He gave me a head nod before putting his food in the refrigerator, "I wasn't expecting to see you." He said to me.

"I know. I did a lil' overtime. This isn't my usual shift."

He chuckled, "I figured. How's the kids?"

I stood up and threw my water bottle in the trash, "They straight. My oldest son just started football so you know I'm excited 'bout that, and my girls are just girls. Spoiled as fuck."

We shared a laugh, "I feel you on that one. Them girls will break your pockets."

My supervisor knew all about my situation and my kids. I just felt it was important I let him know what I had goin' on, and surprisingly we could relate a lot so that made us even closer. Hopefully he'll give me a raise since we besties and shit.

"I'ma head outta here," I said to him, "I'll see you sometime later today." It was 4AM now, and I had to come right back to work at 2PM so I needed all the rest I could get.

I left out the break room with just my keys and my wallet. I was heading to the area where I clock out when I saw this bitch ass nigga Cameron.

He clocked in and looked over at me as I walked towards him. I know I said I would beat his ass again if I saw him, but I ain't in the right headspace right now. If I get ahold of him, I just might kill him.

After he was done clocking in, he set the device down and walked away. What pissed me off was that he intentionally bumped into me like a lil' bitch.

"Watch where the fuck you going." I said loud and clear for him to hear. I grabbed the device and began putting my numbers in when he walked back towards me.

"What you say?" He questioned. I looked at him and had to laugh. He was all muscles and shit, and don't know what to do with em. I'll beat his weak ass any day.

"You heard what I said. Ain' repeating myself for you dawg."

He smirked, "Scary ass. Beyoncé ain't here to save you."

I clocked out and couldn't help but to laugh in his face again. He calling me of all people scary. If I didn't have kids to look after, I would be back in jail dealing with him. I'm far from scary.

"Aight," I said with a shrug, "She ain't never had to save me. Bet that up. You want smoke or sum'?" I asked, "You talkin' like you wanna square up right now. That ain't never no problem with me."

We must've caught the others attention because they came over towards us tryna separate us but I was just talking to the man. I wasn't gonna hit em until he hit me first. This shit ain't worth losing my job over.