Tysheem decided not to go where everyone else was going to celebrate he was going to, Dallas. He knew they watched and he knew they would turn up the proper way. Grabbing the black bag he popped the trunk and put it in there. He leaned against the hood of his car, waiting for Hadiya to come out. Tysheem wanted to take her where he grew up so she could also have a good time.
Hadiya walked out the door with a royal blue nike sweatsuit that she topped off with her air forces. A gold chain that said Hadiya rested around her neck. Opening his arms Tysheem smiled when she went into his embrace. They both inhaled each other's scent, wanting to stay in that same spot forever but they had to go.
"You ready" he opened the door for her and she nodded her head before getting in the car. Starting up the car he plugged in his aux and played future- up the river. They made conversation as they drove to Dallas. It was only an eighteen minute drive but Tysheem would get there in ten considering the speed limit.
"You ever been to Dallas" he asked Hadiya who sat comfortably.
"No, my mom wants me no where near there" she chuckled.
"Why" Tysheem looked in the mirror to see if anyone was coming before he went into the right lane.
"She said it's bad over there" shrugging her shoulders Hadiya looked at the song, remembering it so she could add it to her sound cloud list.
"It's bad everywhere you just have to make the best out of it" getting on his exit he sat back in the seat taking a glance at her. Smiling to himself Tysheem shook his head.
"What" she questioned feeling weird about herself boys didn't really smile at her, whenever Tysheem did it, it made her a bit uncomfortable. Putting her hands between her legs she squeezed them together and looked out the window.
"Your beautiful as fuck that boy real dumb for letting you go" Tysheem said referring to Terrell. Hadiya was perfect and anybody that didn't see that needed professional help, quick. Hadiya put her head down and smirked every time she was with Tysheem he would boost her confidence up, he always made her feel beautiful and it was making her fall for him.
The car stopped making her look up out the window seeing a big crowd of people gathered by the store. Tysheem opened her door and helped her out the car, looking to her left Hadiya looked at the dirt bikes and four wheelers that were being pushed by men and kids around her age. Grabbing her hand he directed her in front of him with his hands to her waist as he walked behind her.
She felt secure in his grasp they walked to where everyone was. A man that stood by the ice machine tapped someone beside him, whispering something in his ear. The man he tapped looked back at the pair removing his shades. Hadiya gasped when she noticed a long scar by his left eye that was clearly missing.
"That's roscoe" Tysheem said in her ear. "He's well known around here when you speak to him look him directly in his eyes if you don't he'll feel disrespected" she went by Tysheem's side as he brought her closer to him by her waist.
"Wassup lil nigga" they dapped each other off going into their own conversation before Roscoe put his attention on Hadiya. "se tout ou neve" Roscoe asked Tysheem who looked down at Hadiya, licking his lips. Hadiya didn't know what was being said but she knew he was speaking creole and by the way he looked at her she knew it had to be something interesting.
"yeah Se konsa, si nenpòt youn nan sa yo niggas gade l 'li yo pral yon pwoblèm" she watched as Roscoe's demeanor changed. Tysheem gripped her waist harder making her look up at him. She felt a little uneasy by how they looked at each other as if they were about to start ripping peoples heads off.
"pa menm enkyete sou sa younging nou atache" Roscoe lifted up his shirt revealing his gun that was ready to be used. He rubbed his tongue over his top teeth coming closer to Tysheem. Hadiya began to get frightened she thought Roscoe was threatening Tysheem but the conversation was simply about her. Tysheem stated that if anyone of the boys out here looked at her it would be a problem and Roscoe showed the gun basically saying they would get popped if it came down to it.
"Tanya, come take Tysheem's friend and show her around" Roscoe said looking at Hadiya she gave him eye contact not wanting to know what would happen if she didn't.
"Don't worry about it they family" He assured Hadiya who looked at him with a worried look. She hesitantly took Tanya's hand before they walked away toward a group of people.
"I see y'all won they game" Roscoe sparked up a blunt. "But I'm trying to figure out why I didn't see my number one player" Tysheem sucked his teeth.
"I put a nigga on his ass" Roscoe wasn't even surprised Tysheem had a tendency of doing dumb shit it was like a habit, which he needed to get out of.
"How ya mommy reacted" Tysheem took the blunt and inhaled letting it fill his lungs before blowing it through his nostrils.
"Shit you know she cursed my ass out and slapped me silly" sharing a laugh Roscoe couldn't help but shake his head. After all this time his sister in law still hadn't changed.
"I already know but let's talk on some other shit" Tysheem nodded his head and looked at Hadiya who was starting to warm up to the crowd making him smile. "You started that"
"Yeah, them kids be off they ass"
"Good, good I got some more shit coming in soon I need you to put that out there"
"You know I got you, unc" Tysheem squinted his eyes when he seen a dude stepping behind Hadiya as she danced causing her to stop. Lifting up his pants he started to walk over to them but Roscoe stopped him.
"See how she handles it" tugging at his lips Tysheem watched as she pushed the boy and pointed her finger in his face. They boy laughed and grabbed her forearm not caring for her act Tanya gave Roscoe a look and that's all he needed.
"Yo, killer go handle that" killer, which is Roscoe's hit man walked over to them grabbing the boy by his shirt. The boy knew he messed up when he looked behind him and seen Roscoe smiling. Instantly he began apologizing and pleading but it was too late. Tysheem was family and from Roscoe's understanding Hadiya was The First Lady so buddy had to be handled for disrespecting her. Hadiya watched in confusion as he was pulled away and dragged to a black truck that was tinted.
"You okay" he asked Hadiya who watched the truck pull away, grabbing her face Tysheem made her look at him. "Don't worry about that" he said as she stared up at him. Hadiya didn't want to know what was about to happen she knew it was going to bad from how scared the boy looked.
"When were you going to tell me you were Haitian" changing the subject Hadiya slapped his chest making him grunt her little hit had some power.
"Damn, papi dezole"
