Troubled Life

Chapter 9: No I Gat A Poem

Jordan turned around curious as to who was calling him and when he saw who it was I swear I heard him groan in annoyance before walked over to the person.

"Hey John" Jordan greeted him stiffly as I got up and slowly made my way to them.

"Aw come on. You know for you its BoweBowe" the person who's name I now know is John replied.

"I'm not your friend John" Jordan gritted.

"Oh so now you ain't my friend but last time I saw you, you was my friend and was all down for some much more. Then you ran off to LA with yo mama like a little bitch. Just so you know you one hard little fucker to find. I just so happen to see you when I was driving by. The boss is gonna love this." He hummed the last part and Jordan got in his face. John wasn't that tall but he wasn't short. Jordan towered him by about 3 or 4 inches.

"I ain't no bitch" Jordan gritted out quietly. "Now get the fuck out of here you wanna be gangsta" Ooooookay well I definitely didn't see it and if I, the one person who wasn't close and had the best angle on earth didn't see it then Jordan sure as hell ain't see shit because John's fist and Jordan's face met, then they had a chat and I don't know if they planned for dinner afterwards.

Jordan stumbled back before rushing up on him and returning that punch. Before I knew it
Jordan was on top of him on the floor just punching and punching as John tried to block all of them but to no avail. Jordan still got a few punches in before I ran up to them and broke the fight up. Thank God I wasn't hit because the Lord himself knows there was gonna be a third party in this fight after that.

I got jordan off of him as John got off of the floor backing up. Jordan tried to charge at him again but I put my hands on his chest and looked up at him.

"Look at me" I said but he refused, wiping the blood from his lip. "Jordan looked at me!" He finally pried his eyes off of John onto me. "Don't. Jusy calm down alright he ain't worth it" I told him but he was hot hot, like fire hot, I mean bitch I would be to. He was huffing.

I sighed a sigh of relief when he made no attempt to move and I moved my hands from his chest and turned around to John. TO SEE HE HAD A GUN POINTED AT US!? I face palmed myself, groaning.

"Alright now seriously tho Jordan... WHAT THE FUCK! DID YOU DO TO HIM?! Sleep with his ex, his girlfriend, HIS MOTHER?!" I raised my hands up slightly as if surrendering and sighing.

"I did nothing!" He growled back.

"Yes the fuck you did! CLEARLY YOU FUCKING DID!! He wouldn't be pointing a gun at us for no motherfucking reason!!" I fought back.

"If you did just let me beat his ass!" He snarled as I glared at him, Jordan too had his hands up slightly, then John spoke.

"Ahhhh. This will always tame you Bradely." He said with excitement and venom. "Hey Bradley you still like poetry?" He sniffled with a wide smile on his face then wiped the blood that's pouring from his nose as Jordan rolled his eyes.

"So what if I did?" He gritted.

"Well then even if you don't I have a poem for your bitch ass. Roses are red violets are blue you a punk, a bitch and a pussy to? Didn't want take a chance to be a real G alright, this time I'll let you off easy. You only been back a few weeks and taking all the bitches but all you gatta do to stop the death wishes is keep yo mouth shut but one thing that's bothering me is if this is your main bitch or yo side slut" he pointed the gun in my face. He had already slowly made his way to us while saying his shitty ass poem. "That was a good one not gone lie" he praised himself but hold the fuck up! Someone tell me I'm tripping cuz this counterfeit gangsta ain't just call me a bitch slash slut. Noooo broooo I think I'm tripping for real for real.