Jasmine
"Fuck you mean she yo baby mama." I repeat his statement.
"I know you not deaf Jasmine. You heard exactly what the fuck I said." He said looking at the road.
"So that mean you the nigga that won't grow up." I said laughing in his face. "You ain't shit you know dat."
"Chill out cause you don't know the whole story and neither does she. So both of y'all can hop off my dick." He said.
"Whats the full story then monkey." I questioned just to see if he would open up to me.
"Mane ain't nobody tryna get in it to that. And I'm sober to. We goin have to smoke for me to talk about all that shit tonight."
"Ight den you got some on you?"
"Nah but I got some at the crib if you tryna ride?"
"I'm down come on."
We drove to his house he went inside to get the weed. So I was going to hop on my phone till he came back. But the moment I put my fingerprint in my phone went died. I was hoping he had a changer but I didn't see one.
He came back to the car and throw everything at me.
"Put them clothes on before I have to bend you over. And rolled the weed." He said while pulling out the driveway. I punched him in his arm.
"You didn't have to throw it at me punk."
"Shut yo crybaby ass up and do what I said. And if you hit me again imma fuck you up lil girl." He said nudging my head.
I put the clothes on. "A nigga that can't take care of his responsibility don't put no fear in my heart lil boy." I said being slick.
"Man if you would roll the damn weed you would know why but nah you still running yo damn mouth." He said.
"I'm rolling nigga calm down."
It took me a lil minute but not too long to roll the blunt cause I never really had to roll my own blunt.
I passed it to him to light while I started rolling the second blunt.
"Well this how it all started. My dad was always there for me and my mama when I was little. But then this muthafucka disappeared one day. I didn't see him or ask about him. I thought he was dead. So I grow up and was a good kid. Till I was old enough to understand what the word "EVICTION NOTICE" meant. Then I started to hardcore realize that my mama been struggling for years but always kept that type of shit away from me. Which made me feel like a lil bitch. Cuz I use to press her about shit not knowing how hard she was trying just keep a roof over my head. But at the time I had a girl. CeeCee.
And shiid she older than me and was fucking with me. I felt like the shit. Then within that time my dad popped up. And I guess he made shit right with my mama. And they was on good terms then he left again. But mama didn't trip about him till she realized he stole her money which left her broke. AGAIN. So then I made a change. I started to fuck with the group that I got now. But I had to do some shit that I would rather not talk about again a day in my life. To prove my trust to them. But I get paid for the shit I do now. I put money in the mail in a envelope and on the outside of the envelope I put my daddy name so it ties the money to him. But as for my child. I could die or go to jail for that shit I do. I don't want CeeCee or my child to be involved with that shit or me. So if I'm still a kid for tryna keep them safe then shiid I'm a big ass kid." He explained to me while we both passed the blunt back in forth.
I gave him my full attention. I didn't ask no questions because I didn't want to go too deep into this not really knowing how he really felt about the situation. Since he told me the story with no emotion at all.
"I'm sorry Bryan. I didn't know." I said out of remorse for him.
"It's Ight keep that same energy with me that you had before we had this conversation." He said looking at me with his low red eyes.
"You got some more sticks then stupid?" I said to change the topic.
"Yeah there some backwoods in them pants you wearing." I busted out laughing.
"Why didn't I feel these hoes in my pocket bro." I was high and everything was funny after that point. But at least I made him smile lightly the mood. But we smoked all that weed and we was stuffing them backwoods. And we had a blunt each. I turned on some song and let my seat all the way back. And he did the same.
"Why you copying me?" I said laughing. He sat his seat up fast as hell.
"You said cops ? Where the cops?!" He asked me.
"Nigga chill out with yo tweaking ass." We both laughed. And something told me to punch him. So I did. It was harder then a i thought cuz he punched me back. And we was fighting. For a good minute and this niggah was pulling my hair and shit.
"Tap out, tap out." He forced me to say.
"Okay Bryan." And he let me go.
And he finally took me home. After allat I was tired as hell and high as a kite. We didn't even notice the time. But he dropped me off. I walk to the door and and unlocked it. I walked inside with my face hanging low. Till I was tackled by CeeCee.
