Keisha
"About what ?" Rashad asked looking over at me. "Us like what are we doing ?" I asked. I'm confused on where me and Rashad stand. Everything is just moving so fast and it has me confused. "What you mean ? We vibing." He replied. Vibing, typical nigga. "Vibing ?" I asked scooting away from him. "Not like that Keisha don't start. I like you I ain't denying that I'm saying we working on things, taking it slow." He explained. That made me feel a little better about this whole thing but I'm definitely keeping my guard up. "I'm yours and you mine but I rather keep us a secret." He said. I ain't nobody secret tf. "Uh why ?" I asked. "Our age difference Keisha you know mfs gon have something to say." He replied. "I don't care what people say if I'm yours and your mine then I want people to know." I said. "Why you care if they know ? I know and you know, that's all that matters." He said pulling me on his lap. It's crazy how comfortable you get around somebody you haven't known that long, being around Rashad made it feel like I've known him for years. "If that's what you want then that's fine I guess." I replied. "Good. I'll be back later I gotta go handle some business." He said standing up kissing my cheek. "What kinda business ?" I asked curious. "Just some business." He laughed grabbing his car keys. "Whatever." I replied rolling my eyes. "Don't be like that. I'll be back soon. Here keep yo self busy." He said handing me his credit card and kissing me before walking out the door. Fashion Nova here I comeee.
Rashad
"Please tell me y'all did not go and rob these niggas." I said to Que and Mark as I picked the familiar chains up off the table in the trap. "Okay we didn't rob them if that's what you wanna hear." Mark shrugged. "We kindly asked them to remove their jewelry and let us have it." Que smiled tryna be a smart ass. "Y'all niggas needa think before y'all just do shit and most importantly y'all needa come talk to me." I said. These niggas went and robbed our rivals now I'm not saying I'm mad about it I'm just mad they did it sloppy. When I do shit like this I like it to be organized, being sloppy is how you get caught. "Ight man we don't need the lecture we'll talk to you next tine." Mark replied. "Did y'all go pick up that money like I asked ?" I asked. "Counted it and everything." Que said giving me a black duffel bag. "Did y'all take y'all cut out already ?" I asked opening the bag. Anytime I had them pick up money for me I let them take out they part because they the only 2 niggas I can trust, I know they wouldn't steal from me. "Yep." Mark answered. "Nigga sit down, smoke a blunt with us or something you always so serious." Que said giving me the blunt. I sat next to mark on the couch inhaling the smoke. I passed the blunt laying my head back. We smoked a few more blunts and talked about business shit as time flew. I looked down at my phone seeing it was already almost 10. "Ight I'm finna dip." I said standing up. "Keisha must be waiting for you." Que joked making Mark laugh. "Whatever. I'll see y'all niggas tomorrow." I laughed walking out to my car. I pulled into my driveway walking in. I went upstairs to my room seeing Keisha laying in my bed. "Hey." She mumbled. "What's wrong ?" I asked laying next to her. "Nothing." She replied quickly wiping her eyes like she been crying. "If it was nothing you wouldn't be in here crying. What happened ?" I asked rubbing her back as she cried some more. "It's my dad." She said. I sighed just think about what could have happened, after what she told me about the nigga I expect nothing but the worse when she bring him up.
