The Life We Live

Zay

Zay's P.O.V.

"You a bitch!" Kyree yells as I kick up on him in 2k19. If he loses again It'll be 6-4. We been playing sense Ryan dropped us off.

"You ass" I chuckle antagonizing him as I make a 3 point with curry for the 100th time.

"You always playing with golden state, you the one that's ass ,on my grandfathers grave, if you pick another team I'll bust yo ass." He bets me. I laugh cause he's really tight.

"It's just a game my naga , calm down." I laugh looking at the score board. I got 10 points up on him and it's the 2nd quarter.

"You wasn't saying that when you was losing." He angrily answers.

"Well I ain losing now!" I shout as I dunk on him.

"Suck my-"

"Bruh." I interupt him looking away from the game towards him. "You know I don't play that shit." I say to him seriously. My dad would beat both of us the fuck up if he heard that foul shit. "Never invite another man to your dick." My father words play in my head. "Unless you tryna end him." I hear him say.

"My bad , but you blowing my shit." Kyree defends just as he steals the ball. "Yeahhhh!!" He hypely says as he shoots a 3 point with Kyrie Irving.

"You would win more if you stopped picking that booty ass team." I tease. "Just cause y'all got the same name."

"Fuck up." Kyree says dunking on me in return with alley-oop. "Fuck you talking bout!" He screams tying my current score as the half time comes on.

"You gone lose anyway, bitch" I claim as we continue the game.

"Whatever my nigga, what's up with that little Star bitch?" He asks.

"She keeping eyes for me."

"She keeping eyes on you." He chuckles.

"Whatev- FUCKKKK!" I yell as the ball slips from my hands and Kyree steals it. "Stop fucking talking me, you trying to distract me."

"You can't multi-task? I thought you was like that" he eggs me on after scoring another 3 pointer. It's 4th quarter and he has 10 points more than me.

"Fuck outta here." I say focusing as he continues to make conversation.

"Nah my nigga really be careful with that bitch. I heard Keisha and them grape bitches jumped her cause she set up they homie." He informs me. I think back to when Star was ghost for a while and when she did finally come out ,she wore makeup... Too much makeup , and she not even a makeup wearing bitch, you could tell.

"FUCKKKKKK!!!" I yell as Kyree scores a 3 pointer as the timer of the game goes off causing him to win and our overall score to be tied 5-5

"YEAHHHHH!" He hollers with a big smile on his face beginning to dance. "GIVE ME MY 10-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" Nae calls from the room next door.

Kyree bust out laughing, "who the fuck she talking to?" He asks me.

"Obviously you naga." I tell him.

"You was yelling too, bitch." He tells me. I shrug thinking back to what he said about Star.

"Nah but back to that bitch Star, if she try it ima end her, or get Nae to beat her tf up."

"Why you gone bring ya sister into some shit that coulda been avoided?" He questions.

"Nae been wanted to fight that bitch, fuck you mean?"

"For her cause not yours." He defends.

"That's my sister , fuck You talking bout that's her job, plus Star ain gone never give Nae a reason to fuck her up." I point out.

"Why it's not like she can fight." He jokes.

"Man my sister got them hands." I confirm looking at Kyree serious. "No matter the shape, size, sex, she hold her own."

"She too pretty for that shit." Kyree admits. I side eye him

"Nigga dont be looking at my sister, I know you be fucking sophomores." I jell off him.

"Neverrrr," he feeds into it. "I am gone fuck Sharee though." He admits "that shit tooo heavy and she be on my dick." He tells me. I shake my head,

"I don't even fuck sophomores and I'm younger than you."

"Older bitches getting boring , they think you post to buy them shit, for one you ain't my bitch. Then the pussy don't even be worth it." He shrugs , I shake my head once again.

"You bugging old Pussy where it's at, these young bitches can't take dick, you gotta make love in they shit." I scuff. "I ain't tryna fuck they life up and have them chasing after me. I needa bitch with her own crib so I can fuck when I want and a car to take me where I need." I coach him.

"Man get that shit yaself." He disagrees. "You could put that shit in ya dukes name or something, that's what I'm finna do for a crib, and whip get out the shop in two days." He brags.

"See fucking with them young bitches, they probably put sugar in your tank or some shit." I accuse. He laughs and shrugs ,

"You might be right," his dimples appear on each side of his cheeks copying mine. "But I like my young bitches, 2 age year difference , maybe even 3. Long as they ain't childish or scared of the dick.  Sharee the youngest I have went and she might be the last."

"Mhmmm, stay away from my sister naga." I tell him again.

"Nae not even like that, you wouldn't have to worry about her, she ain't easy enough for me." He says causing me to scowl at him. "Sike Nah you know I don't look at her like that." He mumbles.

"Whatever, I'd kill you off the rip." I let him know.

"Man get ya bitch ass outta here." He laughs.

"I'm serious." I look him in his eyes as silence takes over the room. He shakes his head before a smile breaks thru his face.

"You should rather her be with one of the homies, not that I want her,but at least you kno the homies would take care of her." He tries to convince me.

"Naga you heard what I said?" I question him as I raise my voice yet the base keeps it deep. "I ain't putting y'all on hoes if y'all claiming Lil sis , I'd knock one of y'all shits off if she cry over ya."

"Obvious-" he stops hisself thankfully and just nod in agreement. "You right." He surrenders.

"I know I'm right Im about to ban y'all niggas from being around her soon." I shake my head as he chuckled. Nae was beginning to look more like my dukes, shape and all. Nagas was too scared of my father to say anything too wild to my mother. Now that Nae was getting older though, niggas was on her ass. Nae resembled my mother except for her hazel green eyes and bronzer skin, Nae's eyes weren't as slanted as my mother's but more round like our father's. She had full pink lips and long curly hair , her cheeks were more round yet the same high cheeks bones as our mother. She was absolutely beautiful , not a flaw except her attitude.

Ryan looked just like our father only his eyes missing the green specks. I looked like the both of our parents, I had gray eyes like our mother,  but tanner skin than my father, yet still lighter than my mother and Nae. Ryan was light like our father. We all had curly hair , me and Ryan had chinky looking eyes like our mother, which did him well back when he got high. I would always get caught up , back when I smoked,my eyes were already type small me being high had my shits shut. My father didn't approve of us smoking weed, he didn't like the effect and said it dumbs you down. We couldn't be lacking in these streets at all. He proved himself right one time by setting Ryan up, back when he was younger. Ryan ain't squeal but he was scared to death. They had guns pointed at him asking him where did our father live and where was the money and drugs. He stayed silent only shedding a few tears when he believed it would be his last time ever being able to do so. Until my uncles and everyone took of their masks and laughed at him. I think that day alone changed Ryan, besides him not smoking weed anymore, it made him more fearless.

"Nigga you plotting murders?" Kyree asks bringing me back from my thoughts. "Let's play black ops." He said already taking the 2k disc out placing it into its case and putting "Call Of Duty" in. We played that for another couple hours before I felt myself dozing off. I laid back on my bed watching as Kyree played solo then I went to sleep.