Shootout

(13) Deep In These Streets

"Can we talk?" Bryson asked as he watches me get dressed for the day so we can jug together since I don't have school today.

"Sure." I said while jumping and wiggling to get my jeans over my ass.

He chuckled at me struggling to get my jeans on. Once I finally got them on, I squirted my signature perfume all over my body. "Wanna talk in the car?" I asked.

"Nah I gotta tell you now."

I sat down beside him on my bed. "What's up?" I asked, confused on what he's about to tell me and why he couldn't just tell me in the car on the way to jug.

He places his hand on my thigh and I rest my head on his shoulder before he begins speaking.

"Now that you my girl now, ion want you doin' this drug dealin' shit no mo."

"Huh?" I asked in shock. "Why not? And since when did I become your girl."

He sucked his teeth. "You my girl now. Like it or not."

I blushed. "Really?" I poked my lip out in awe.

"Yeah. You my shawty."

Without saying anything, I placed a kiss on his cheek. I'm so glad that I can officially call him mine. I never thought we would actually be together because of the way we met was so weird. But I'm glad I'm his girl.

"Why don't you want me to do it anymore?" I asked. "You're the one who suggested me to do this."

"This too dangerous for yo fine ass. I just don't want no nigga takin' advantage of my babygirl."

"Bryson. This made me big money. I never made this much money before. Ever."

"I understand that ma. But you needa focus on school and shit. Didn't you say you wanted to be a teacher? What's gon happen when yo ass get caught and get sent to jail? You ain't finna get hired as no teacher if yo ass been to jail."

"I'm not gonna get caugh-"

"Youn know that penelope!" He got loud. "You ain't built like me ma, Youn know how to- you know what. Ion even know why I'm explainin' myself to yo ass." He stood up. "You ain't doin' it no mo. End of discussion."

"But Bryson-"

"But Bryson nothing!" He cut me off. "You ain't doin it."

     "You can't tell me what to do." I spat. "You're not my fucking daddy."

     "That's not what you was sayin' last night." He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes hard and pushed him playfully, but still having an attitude that he thinks he has a say in how I make my money.

     "Why would you even suggest me doing this if you were just gonna turn right back around and tell me you don't want me doing it anymore."

     "I ain't never plan for you to be my girl. That's why."

     "What's me being your girl have to do with why you don't-"

     "Nigga I just explained why." He spat.

     "Fine." I huffed and gave in. "But Imma keep doing it until I find a real job."

     "Hell nah, Nelly."

     "I can't just not work while waiting around to find another job. Bills need to get paid around here. Once I find a legit job then I'll stop jugging." I assured him.

     "I'll get you whateva you need until you find a job."

     "No offense, I know you my nigga now and all, but I ain't finna depend on yo ass for money."