Liyah's Reefer High

Chapter 3

Currently we are chilling at MamaCakes and this shit is bomb. The crew was present: Mason, Keith, Mack, Tj, and of course Ryan. Jaja couldn't make it. She was in a hurry and didn't give an explanation as to why she couldn't accompany us.

I know I look like a super hoe being the only girl at a table full of niggas but I don't care. I have really only had guy friends my whole life, girls never liked me. I can understand why though.

"Aye, Mack where Jaja at?"

"Probably with that fuck boy ass nigga Jason."

"Jason?"

"Yeah her ugly ass fuck boy of a boyfriend."

"Aye bruh why you going in so hard?" Ryan asked Mack while laughing.

"Yo Reef don't patronize me dog." Mack said while rolling his eyes.
Every one stated laughing.

It was clear that Mack had some feelings for JaJa and that to me was very intriguing because she has never shown him any interest or at least as long as I've been here.

"Ayo man, let her go. She don't want cho black field nigga lookin ass. " Keith exclaimed, making the table erupt in a roar.

These guys are a complete and total mess, but I like it.

As the guys continued to joke around, making fun of Mack and how his "bitch nigga senses are tingling" or so says Keith. Ryan, who was to my left, spoke to me for the first time today.

"These niggas are idiots" he said with a chuckle. "Walk with me."
"That sounded like a command." I stated with a straight face. I for one do not take commands.

Ever.

In fact when I am given a command it makes me more inclined to disobey it just because it is a command.

"It was." Ryan said, or Reef, as the boys call him.

"Well I don't take commands." I replied staring him straight in his eyes.

"Welp. It looks like you are trying something new today." He said while getting up and grabbing my hand.

I don't know who he thought he was but I was gonna let this slide because these niggas don't know who I am yet.

But trust, they will.

I got up and followed him out the diner's doors, the boys barely noticed us leaving.

We walked and walked past a park some houses about 2 or 3 corner stores.

Every time we pasted some place weather it be a basketball court or a gas station Ryan always dapped someone up or was greeted by some one. It was clear he was well known.

We walked and walked some more until me reached an apartment building. We walk up to a stair case and walked up it until we reached the 4 floor. We walked down a hall until we got to apartment 408.

Ryan pulled out a key and unlocked the door. We walked in.
"This is your place?" I asked.
"Nah this is where I handle my business."
"Business like?"

At this point we were sitting on his couch.

"Hustling business"

I smirked "And how did you know I hustled?"

"I have heard of you. My bro Spark, up in LA was telling me awhile ago about this dope ass girl that he had on his team that just up and disappeared. And you fit his description, so I kinda figured it was you."

"Wow. Spark..."

I was a little taken back. I hadn't spoken to or even seen Spark in at least 3 years.

I didn't just up and leave my trap fam. And yes I said trap fam. I was in a gang called Droga for about 2 years. Droga is dope in Italian.

I left because the family I was staying with, which was an aunt of mine and a couple cousins, caught wind of what I was into and send me away.

I didn't even get to let em know or give them a heads up.
I explained that to Ryan and he just nodded.

"Well that's understandable. You don't seem like the type to flake."
I smirked and chuckled a little.
"Well I guess that's good then."
He chuckled too and replied.

"It seems so, I let him know yesterday that I though it was you and he told me to take a picture of you to make sure. I sent it to him this morning and he let me know that it was for sure you and he told me to let you in on the Droga chapter around here. He said you were a great asset and very trust worthy and that he knew you most likely disappeared because of your situation. He said he misses having you on his team. And I hear your quiet the lil shoota." He says.

I giggled at that. I was good with guns no doubt but little was nothing that should be used to describe my skills with guns. I smirked and looked him in the eyes.

"You should let me show you my "lil" skills some time." I said putting emphasis on lil. He smiled slyly and nodded bitting his lip and eyeing me.

"That sounds like a plan Empress." He called me by my street name from back in LA.

I smirked and looked over at the table of
money in the corner and knew the ride was about to get crazy.

Just how I like it.