His body gets closer to where I can feel him against me. The entire time this is happening, our eyes are still in contact. Suddenly, he brings his lips to my neck from behind, and they just stay there.
" Ronnie, stop!" I say, tur...
My mind is lost. I don't know what to do, what to say, and what to think. I sit in the chair outside of all the hospital rooms. Suddenly, the a nurse comes out, asking us who we're here to see.
" Mr. Ellis is doing way better from last night. His eyes are a little swole, but his arm where he was shot at is moving along fine."
"Can we see him?"
" Sure thing. You guys have about 15 minutes until the doctors put him to sleep."
Slim and I enter the room, seeing our wounded friend laying in the bed. He turns his head, and grins.
" How you doing J?"
" I-I-I'm doing okay. My arm hurts like a mothafucka tho".
"We just glad you alive man cause I needed those free tickets to them USC games" Slim jokes, and we laugh.
" I ain't tryna die man. Not yet at least" Jason says as he starts to go off in deep sleep.
I turn to Slim. " How the fuck did all this shit happen?"
"It was all cool, we were about to get a cab to Orlando's, but then these gang of niggas pull up, saying Q's orders. They starting shooting, and it was kinda like a battle when Orlando and B pulled they guns out." I shake my head, disbelieved in all I had heard.
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" You better be glad you wasn't there, that shit away chaos" Slim continues as he throws trash away.
" You think this got something to do with Troop? I mean he is over where most Q's clique hangs at..." I asked.
" Maybe. Orlando's in business with Troop too."
I nod and head out as my pager buzzes.
SAME DAY, NIGHTTIME ~ANAYSIA~
I go downstairs, preparing to tell my father where I wanna attend school. He's outside on the front porch, smoking a cigarette.
" Hey, dad."
" Hey, babygirl, what's on your mind?"
" I was thinking about where to go to school at, since Oak Hill is shut down now."
" Oh ok, so what are you thinking? I was looking into Seminole, David's Academy of Arts, Hamilton Hig—"
" I decided that I want to go to Crenshaw High."
My dad looks up, surprised at my answer.
" Oh really? What about your education?"
" I still get an education dad, and besides it's my last year of high school. I have applied to so many colleges, and they all won't decline me" I reassure him. I notice his face, which is telling me that is in a deep thinking process. I give him a pat on the back, trying to persuade him to say yes.
