-Maurice-
When I say I was nervous, I was as nervous as a hooker at church. I was meeting Jayla's parents today. I didn't get nervous alot, but if i do get nervous, that means it's really serious. When I had asked Tiffany about them, she made it worse. She said that if i got on their wrong side, I'd regret it.
"Both of them have their own shot gun." She had said the other day. "I remember one time this guy had did Jayla wrong so they took turns shooting him. Poor little nigga didn't even have a chance. Her dad is crazier though. He fed the niggas body to their dogs." I started sweating. She was laughing and even though she was just playing, I still couldn't help but be scared.
I just a few blocks away when my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and instantly got irritated. What kind of shit was this? I haven't heard from Trecie in a minute. I see her around school, but kept looking straight ahead and walked. "Hello?" I answered. I didn't want to, but I wanted to set her straight.
"Hey Money. How are you?" She was talking in the voice that use to get me all the time. I remember she use to say one damn word in that voice and the very next minute we was fucking.
"I'm good. What you want?"
"I just wanted to talk. See what you was up to. Maybe you could come over to talk to me. My mom isn't home. Maybe we could go back to those times when I use to suck your-"
"Aye listen. I'm going to tell you one more time. Don't call my phone with that shit. You know I fuck with Jayla now. I'm serious about her. I'm done with yo ass. Don't let me have to tell you this shit again."
"You know, you say that now, but don't forget who is still the baddest. It's only a matter of time before I get a hold to the little bitch."
"Watch the fuck out Trecie. Touch her I swear I'll fuck up. You think I'm playin'?" I said getting mad.
"What ever. Bye baby." She said and then I hung up. I threw my phone in the passenger seat and sat back. I was in the driveway of Jayla's house.
I shook my head. Maybe I wasn't ready for this shit. I mean that was a quit transition. I went from having a line of bitches to to having a girl that could make the hardest nigga out there, which was me, felling some type of way. She need a nigga that will treat her right and won't do her wrong. I mean it's hard to believe I just gave all that pussy up. Who's to know that I won't go fuck a bitch behind her back? A habit like that could come easily. Shit when you had bitches suckin' yo dick and giving you pussy anytime you wanted, that shit could definitely come back.
I shook that thought out my head. I couldn't give up Jayla. I'd be one dumb ass nigga to not at least try. Jayla was something else. She made me forget about everything. She made me forget about my past, my present. and even the thought of me not having a future and I think about that all the time. The thought of me dying especially because of this drug game was always in my head. She took that thought away.
With that I got out the car and slammed my door shut. I looked in my shiny car door at my appearence. Shit I looked good. I had on a simple outfit, but showed that I'm still a real nigga. I had on a black long sleeved button up, dark jeans, and my custom black and white jordans. I looked good especially with my platinum watch, platinum chain and diamond earrings.
I walked up to the door and took a deep breath. All I had to do was meet her parents. But I felt like I was going on trial. Shit I was. I was hoping the jury, her parents, would be okay with me being with their princess.
I knocked on the door and waited about a minute before the door opened. Jayla opened the door and stepped out closing the door before I could say anything. She didn't look happy to see me.
