Hood Chemistry

1.

Kordell sped down the dark highway with Pop Smoke's Foreigner blasting through the speakers of his BMW X5. It was an expensive car but the milage was great and it was paid off by his uncle Lou, so he didn't care too much about the rate he was going.

Kordell's phone began to ring, causing the music to stop. He sighed but then answered.

"Yo where you at? Shit getting crazy over here!"  Kordell laughed at his over-dramatic cousin.

"I'm on my way. About to get off the highway. Imma hit you back when I get there." He responded as he exited off the highway, onto the street area in Harlem. "Ight bet." His cousin said before hanging up, allowing the music to cut back on.

Within ten minutes, Kordell was parking his car on the left side of the street. Across the street was a two story house where his cousin stayed. He was throwing his annual get together for Louis, since that was his uncle as well.

There were a bunch of people outside, either sitting on the porch, or casually talking and drinking or smoking. Trap music was playing loudly in the background. Kordell stepped out of his car, making sure he locked it twice, before heading towards the crowd.

He noticed a couple of familiars and nodded at them before walking inside of the semi-packed house and making his way to the kitchen, where he spotted his cousin trying to spit game at some short Latina. "Yo Raul?" Kordell got his cousin's attention. Raul looked Kordell's way before smiling brightly, showing his pearly whites. "Wassup nigga?!" He replied before dapping Kordell up.

Raul was five years older than Kordell but Kordell had him with the height. Only being 5'10, Raul was a bit thick for his height but it worked on his behalf. With his light sun kissed skin and loose curly coils that he kept in braids or a man bun with his edges trimmed; he had the ladies going crazy over him. Tattoos decorated most of his upper body, besides his face and neck. He was dressed in a white and red Vlone T-shirt, dark blue jeans and his white and red Jordan 12's. So as you can see, he dressed like a typical 'hood nigga'.

"Shit, chillin. You got the whole hood in this bitch." Kordell said before laughing. Raul smiled and shrugged. "What can I say, niggas heard it was gonna be a party, so they popped out." He replied. "But go get you a bitch, or two, have some fun. You know that's what Uncle Lou would want." Raul exclaimed while patting Kordell on the back. Kordell nodded and shook his head in amusement, Louis was the life of the party when he was alive.

After pouring a cup of Dussé, Kordell mingled with a few of the guys at the party, since he knew them, and sparked up his pre-rolled blunt. The guys were on the patio in the backyard, basically having a 'Cyph'.

"It's mad bitches in here tonight." Issac, the caramel guy with semi-long dreads announced before passing the blunt to the guy next to him. Everybody nodded in agreement. "Ain't you still fucking wit' Janiah? The broad from Evergreen Pzz?" Toby, a short brown skin guy with a dark ceaser cut, exclaimed. The guys looked over at Issac in amusement.

"Yeah but what she gotta do with this? Old peanut head ass nigga always talking shit." Issac responded. Everybody started laughing as Toby got his ass cut. "But Kordell, how you holdin' up? Its been three whole years, I know it still hurts tho." Deon, the tallest of the group, asked Kordell.

Deon was like an older brother to Kordell. He was always looking out for Kordell, ever since Kordell was a playing in the sandbox. Deon was Raul's age, the color of a Hershey's chocolate bar and was about 6'5. He played basketball for a while but once he injured himself he had to step off the court, but became a coach at the high school Kordell went to. He is now the coolest, youngest coach at the school, who also kicks it with Raul.