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"Hi."
I cleared my throat & sat up straight. Is he talking to me? No, it can't be but he walked towards my direction. And he said "hi". Should I be talking to him? I mean he is a drug dealer. He's dangerous.
"What's your name" he put his hands in his pocket.
"S-s-solange."
Wait, why am I stuttering? I never stutter. This man is making me nervous all over.
He pulled out a blunt & lighter. He put the blunt between his lips & lit it up. He took a puff & gave me a glint look "angel of the sun."
"Excuse me?"
"That's the meaning behind your name baby."
I blushed "well, its a beautiful thing."
He sat down beside me & leaned back in the seat "you like jewelry?"
"I don't really wear it but I think its pretty."
"What about designer clothes?"
"Nice but very expensive."
He smirked & licked his lips "you seem different from other woman I meet everyday."
"Are you implying that your a womanizer?"
He raised an eyebrow at me & gave me a mean look. I think I just insulted him. I gulped & looked down.
"I wouldn't say womanizer more like a gentleman that likes to play games."
"Yeah, that could work too."
"What's your major?"
"Cosmetology."
He chuckled "ah, an hairstylist."
"Yeah, I always wanted to be a beautician & have my own salon. Its my biggest dream."
He took another puff from his blunt "I can make that dream come true."
I looked at him surprised "what?"
He sat up "I said I can make that dream come true."
"I-i-i don't understand."
He put out his blunt "i'll pay for everything. You don't have to worry about nothing."
My eyes widen "a-are you serious?"
He gave me a straight look "im always serious."
"I-i can't accept that."
"Its already done angel."
He got up & walked back to his car. He drove out of the parking lot while playing james brown. I sat there with my mouth wide open. Did he just give me a hair salon? Let along refused to take it back.
"Your in danger girly."
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I turned around in confusion "what are you talking about mama red?"
She came out from her apartment & sat down beside me "that boy. He's going to get you in all types of trouble."
"What do you mean?"
"Beverly already told you he's a drug dealer. I heard her hoe ass from my doorstep. But she didn't tell you that he's a gangsta."
"A gangsta?"
"Yeah, a thug. He's been in & out jail ever since he was fifteen years old. He started selling drugs at eighteen. He worked for Old Poppa down there in the white folks neighborhood. When the police put Poppa in prison, he started making his own drugs. Nobody knows where he makes it at but the police was trying to lock up him. Until this day, the police are still trying to lock his ass up. That's why you gotta stay away from him."
"But he just- well I think he gave me a hair salon."
She frowned at me & grabbed my arm tightly "listen to me solange, whatever you do don't accept a motherfucking thing from that nigga. You understand me?"
I shook my head yes nervously " I understand."
She let go of me "now, when your mama died she told me to watch over you & that's exactly what I'm doing. I refuse to see you get hurt in any type of way."
"I know mama red."
She sighed "baby, promise me you won't get involved with that boy."
I sallowed my nervousness "I promise."
She smiled "thank you". She got up "come inside dinner is ready."
"Okay."
I can't be involved with any trouble especially with that boy. My mother wouldn't approve it. Before she died, I promise her I would be the best daughter I ever could be. Therefore, I stay away from anything that looks suspicious or cryptic. Mama red is right, I don't need to be involved with that boy.
