Bite Size Trouble (Urban)

Let's roll

I was beyond furious and I so wanted to beat anybody's ass at this point. I kept walking in the direction I was going despite McCutie trying to get my attention.

I mean I had an appointment to give someone an ass whipping and I'm never late.

I did want to stop and hear what McCutie, sorry, Trouble, like that name sounded any better, wanted. I was contemplating it but then the anger and feeling of my friends' betrayal kicked in my head and my feet started walking again.

I never felt so alone. I mean my two closest friends wasn't walking beside me and that had me feeling a certain way.

I didn't mean to attack Cass but her backing out as well as Lucky made me beyond outraged. I would do anything for those bitches. I would go against the U.S. Army and Navy if Lucky said we got beef and we could take them.

Unadulterated loyalty was all I gave and all I ever wanted in return. If you couldn't give me that then we minds well be enemies then. Because if I can't trust you to have my back, I'm going to assume you're going to put a knife in it.

I heard honking and it was coming closer. Damn, this fool don't quit.

I stopped as a black Escalade stopped beside me. McCutie was in the passenger seat and got out. I looked at him coming around the huge vehicle to come talk to me. That nigga be called Trouble, but his swagger and looks made him my McCutie. I decided from then on I was sticking with that name. At least in my head.

"Damn, Shorty, what you off into a rush for?" McCutie asked finally stepping in front of me.

I had to look up. The nigga was tall, He had to be over 6 feet. I almost got a crank in my neck looking up at him,

"What you want?" I asked. "I told you before I got a hoe to beat down."

"Boo, you are too cute to be out fighting bitches for petty shit," McCutie said. "And wasn't that the same friend I saw you with this morning when you was about to fight those other girls?"

"Yeah, was, meaning past tense," I remarked and folded my arms.

Cute or not, he was holding me up. Why was everybody trying to stop me from beating a bitch's face in? It was like a conspiracy to keep me away from this hoe Jasmine. Must be divine intervention. God must know what I'm going to do to this bitch once I lay my hands on her.

"Look, ma, I think you can find better things to do then go around fucking up bitches for no reason," McCutie was trying to rationalize me and I wasn't going for it.

"I have reasons," I replied. "My reasons are simple. Keep my name out of your mouth and my fist won't have to come in contact with it. I don't got time for bitches to play silly games on the phone but once you threaten me, that's it?"

"Word, someone threatened you?" McCutie seemed taken aback by the revelation.

"Yeah, the hoe I'm about to meet and beat down," I said. "Now excuse me."

"Baby, I can't in good conscience have you out here beating hoes up and getting in trouble," McCutie said and I snickered. "What's funny?"

"That's funny coming from you," I said.

"Why?" McCutie asked then I realized that he never told me his name so I couldn't speculate why that was funny.

"Because you're out and I know you're not out here passing out bean pies and spiritual blessings," I said.