Ghetto Love Birds™ {Princeton Fan-Fiction}

IV. Fight Night

Summer

When you're having a good time you forget about the real shit going on in the streets. You forget the fact that your from the hood and every other nigga around you is strapped. You forget that every time your friend leaves you have to tell them "safe up" because anything can happen out there.

As the bash was finally coming to the end the girls and I got ready to leave. Saying our goodbye's inside and a few out the door. As soon as we stepped foot outside reality hit me in the face. Literary. A bitch knocked me in the face.

My ass wasn't at no Manhattan party or at some high end club in Cali. I was uptown where guns were still banging and bitches were still jumping.

We had walked into a set up.

I looked up to see who had hit me but these bitches all had masks on and before I knew it we were brawling outside of the club.

There were only four of us and from what I could gather it must have been at least ten of them. Bitches were coming at us from every direction but that didn't stop us from beating these bitches ass.

Baby D was short in height but, always held her weight. It was the opposite for Chanel she was taller and on the skinny side but still had hands all the same. While Mula and I were the heaviest hitters. Mula and I were built alike both average height, thick and curvy with heavy boxing hands. These bitches were smart to bring friends 'cause they already knew they wouldn't be able to take us on one on one.

I was clocking this bitch in her nose just how Papa had shown me to do. I hit her with that left and killed it with the upper cut. I felt a bitch try to pull me down from the back, grabbing my ponytail, I held my ground while another bitch attacked me from the front. I tripped her and hit her with the right then the bitch behind me put me in some type of headlock. The stronger her grip got the more I realized..

This bitch is trying to kill me.

I couldn't even see Mula and 'em because everyone was crowded out trying to record every fucking thing. I quickly went under my shirt and pulled my switch blade from my bra, jamming the bitch in her arm. She screamed pulling her arms from around my neck. "GET HER SUMMER!" I heard Mula shout out from a distance and niggas chanting my name.

"Yeaaah BITCH!" I yelled feeling hyped up by the rush of fucking this bitch up. I jumped up and stomped her in the face. I pressed my foot on her neck and sliced her face through the mask, stomping on her neck I felt someone through the crowd grab me up as the person let a rang of gunshots fire into the air.

"OH SHIT HE GOT A GUN. RUN!" Everyone began running in different directions of the street. Sirens could be heard in the distance. All I could do was hang from the stranger shoulders and watch because the nigga had a gun, I was scared to even move. He started running with me over his shoulder, darting into alleyways and taking short cuts. He finally slowed down and unlocked the doors to a white Benz and threw me inside, slamming my door closed.

Fuck, who is this nigga?!

I held my blade close to my chest ready to strike him in his head. Once the person hopped into the light of the driver seat my heart began to melt.

"Chill Princess, it's June." He held his hands up staring at me. I slowly dropped my blade into my lap and fell back against his white fur seat in relief, closing my eyes for a moment.

I feel as if I'm ready to have a heart attack. Shit man. Why is June popping up so much tonight? He had my whole life to come and sweep me off my feet and he picks tonight of all nights to do it. Why? I can't even drool over him right now, my ass still trying to process what's exactly going on.

June started up the car and quickly pulled off. "OH! No! We can't leave my friends behind!" I jumped up. "My nigga's got 'em." I let out another deep breath of full out relief, closing my eyes forreal this time. My heart beat began slowing down.

"Where are they?" I questioned. He reached in his pocket and took out his phone, calling someone. "Yo, Triggs. Where you at?" June calmly asked through the phone, his thick Spanish accent flowing so smooth as he drove.

"...A'ight good. We're on the same route then. How about the others?" June made a sharp right turn making my body push up against the window. That's when I knew I needed to throw a seat belt on. "Good. We're fine. Just let him know, wassup for me. ... Thanks, Trig." June hung up.

"Your friends are fine, they're following us." June confirmed I nodded with a soft "Thank you June". June just nodded as he pulled on to the highway.

I didn't have the energy to ask anymore questions, I'm exhausted. Besides I lowkey love June as if he were already my nigga and I trusted him. So, if he were willing to drive I would always be down for the ride. I just wish we could be riding together at the moment under better circumstances...this shit is fucked up but a beggar can't ever be a chooser.