LEVELS

Chapter Two

Marcus Reynolds (Marc)
Ya'll not stopping me. Can't none of you niggas hold me on the court, I boasted as I checked my phone while drinking some gatorade. I replied back to Kira's message about linking up tonight.

We had just finished playing a game of bball and my team had won, of course. "Ima cross ya ass up next game." Said this lame nigga Deon. "Yeah. Whatever. I'll believe it when it happens till then shut ya wanna be A1 player ass up." Nick, Jay, and Twon all laughed and clowned Dee off my clapback. Deon was your typical hating ass nigga. Our beef goes back to highschool. Smashing on the same hoes and all that bs.

My thing is why hate? If you can't beat em join em. Deon grabbed his gym bag leaving us to ourselves. The niggas that played on his team had been left with the quickness after losing.

"I'm saying, tho I really need a line up and fade." Twon stated making small talk. I zoned in n out of the conversation. The loud laughter pulled me back in. "Man, I'm talking gobble, gobble this bitch got that neck. Best top I eva had." Jay was saying. "Trinity's mouthpiece is the truth." "On big god nem ya ass gonna get some, fucking these nothing ass hoes." Nick said shaking his head laughing. "Just top only, shorty know wassup." The talk went on some more, before I got up putting my slides on and grabbing my bag. "Aye, Ima catch y'all later." "Yo, drop me off at the spot." Twon stated.

Emotionally Scarred by Lil Baby blasted through my truck as we headed down the highway. Twon and I rapped along to the song. "Damn that nigga snapped like that." Before I could say anything a call came on my Bluetooth. It was Jasmina. I hit decline and the music started back up. "Nigga I'm finna slide through McDonald's drive-thru right quick. As I was turning in Jasmina call popped up again. "Yoo, wassup whatcha need mane? Gettinn aggy." I said in a irritated voice. "Look. I told you I need some money if you expect me to make that kinda move Marcus." Jasmina's voice sounded whiny and needy asf. Letting out a sigh, "Man. Stop blowing up my line with that bs Jasmina that bitch ain mine. You been smashin every nigga you see. Call ya baby daddy cause it ain't me." With that I hung up the phone, but not before almost hitting this small frame chick. I swerved over just in time too. Twon tripping out at this point saying, "Damn foo wth you got goin on? "Man hope ain slip like that. Lol. " I looked up to the small frame chick call herself handling me.

So, they just giving away L's nie? Cause ain no way you got yours legit." The small framed chick says. I lick my lips over real quick and grin cause she's actually kinda of funny trynna handle me. Instead of apologizing I told her, "So, they letting legally blind folks roam free, ya ass seen this black suv. See ya ass got out the way." She gave me the bird finger then walked away. Twon and I just laughed at her ass.

We both placed our orders and when we made it to the window Twon and the cashier had a few words. I held my stomach dying laughing. This nigga asked her if she was the new Ronald McDonald with that loud as red in her head. She, then told him keep his broke ass mouth shut sitting on the passenger side. He told her to suck his dick as we pulled off with our food.

The hood was packed as usual. Hoes walking around wearing little to nothing to attract attention. Block boys trynna make plays. Everybody was out drinking, laughing, enjoying the loud music.

Soon everyone's attention turned to a group of girls fussing about to fight. I noticed one being Ashleigh, Jasmina's sister and the small frame chick from McDonald's.

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