THE BLOCK

Hennessy & Ciroc 🍾🍻

Brandon's Point Of View.

7:01am.

I wake up with Lay beside me, the windows are open, Lay said it would prevent there being a 'sex smell' she's definitely more experienced than me. Lark and I only slept together three times and Lay, well she's kinda known by the guys at school for getting around. It doesn't bother me though, the more she knows the better so that way she can teach me a thing or two.

I hear my phone begin to vibrate somewhere in the bed. I search for it with my hands, answering the call before Lay wakes up. It's Ray.

"Yo" he greets as I yawn, stretching. "Yo" I reply back "Aye, we're all hanging at the shop today, come through" "Why are you up this early?" I question "I have to tidy up before the manager gets here after y'all recked the place" I chuckle as Lay begins to stir, resting her head on my chest. "Imma be there later then" "Cool" he agrees before locking off and throwing my phone to the side. I gently ease my way from underneath Lay, who then sits up as I climb out of the bed.

"You leaving?" She asks pushing the hair out of her face. "Ugh, yeah" I comment stepping into my clothes, wanting to leave as fast as possible. "Why?" "I just have shit I need to do" I lie, searching for my T-shirt and belt as my jeans sag lower than how I would usually have them. "Oh, I just thought that maybe we could, you know before everyone wakes up" She continues when I grab my belt and slide it through the lips, zipping my flies up when the door opens.

"Yo, who the fuck is this?" Lay's older brother, Ramell interrogates stepping into the room. I know Ramell but he doesn't know me, shit everyone knows about Lay's brothers Malik and Ramell. When Flaco was around he told me that even he feared them.

"That's my friend, Brandon" Lay answers as I stand there, trying not to make eye contact. "Then why the fuck ain't he got no T-shirt on?" He asks, making it fall into an awkward silence. "Look, I'm just trying to get home" Ramell kisses his teeth, before looking me up and down. I knew messing with Lay was a bad idea, but at the same time I didn't think we would ever get caught. "Get gone then" "I just need my top and..." "Go" he repeats, shutting me up and forcing me to step past him and leave.

"Fuck" I cuss, leaving in a pair of jeans and a pair of Jordan 1's. I forgot to even pick my phone up. I continue to stroll down the road, spotting Stacey sitting on the hood of his car, his back slightly towards me with a blunt between his fingers, I haven't seen him in weeks. I guess we only rolled together because of Flaco.

"Yo" I approach Stacey as he looks up. "Yo" he repeats extending his arm out to spud me. "Shit, what happened to your ass, you ain't got no clothes on" I huff "Man, some crazy shit with some girl I'm messing with" "Always you and some girl" I chuckle "What's up with you? You good after the whole Flaco situation" "I'm good, his funeral was a while ago, but his mom didn't want any of us around there" he explains. "That whole situation was fucked up, but it's too late now" I nod in agreement. "Look, I've got to go, but I'll see you around" "Nah, you won't" he replies before I step off.

Lark's Point Of View.

Later That Day.

"So how's shit with you and Dylan?" Lay questions as we make our way to the shop that Ray and Fuck Shit work at. "Ugh, we decided just to be friends, we're just so different... what about you, any niggas you feeling?" "Ugh. Nah, not really" she comments before opening the door.

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"What's up? What's up?" Fuck Shit greets up, creeping up behind us to put us both in a headlock. "Stop, you play too much" I tell him forcing my way out of his grip. "If I don't bully you, who else will?" He questions letting Lay go as well as I go over to Diggy and Jib sharing a short hug as Jamal enters the store followed by Brandon and automatically my mood changes. I don't have a problem with Brandon anymore, but shit is still awkward and probably would be for a long time.

"Oh Brandon, you left your phone" Lay shares, grabbing Brandon's phone from her back pocket. "What you doing with his phone?" Ray questions looking up from the small box TV that they used to have in the 80's. "Why does it matter?" "I'm just asking, why you getting all defensive huh Lay?" Ray continues to interrogate. "I..." "I dropped her home the other night remember? Guess I left it after we played a game of GTA" Brandon confesses forcing the others to back down.

"Whatever nigga, who's having a drink?" "Shit, me, the fuck" I respond going over to Ray.