Brittany Hills Chronicles: Act 3

Kofi 77

This lockdown shyt wasn't for me, I was the type of dude who thrived in social settings.... I needed to be around people, I needed to be able to walk down the street in my greys and have people staring at my print.... I needed attention. Not to say that I'm vain, but I was; I blamed O'Shea and Wes for my current situation, why couldn't them bitch ass niggas just follow the fuckin rules? See I could be over at House Three flirting with Ronnie and Antwan, letting them feel on my dick, rubbing on their asses... smoking and letting them know all the freaky shyt I was planning on doing to them..... but two fuck niggas had to fuck it up for everybody. You know what? I'm about to go punch this nigga Wes dead in his shyt, just because.... plus he's been giving me looks like he was going to beat my ass or something and I had to show his ass that just because my face was perfect, hands unblemished, and I had a playful demeanor, didn't mean shyt because I'll knock a nigga out in a heartbeat. I started down the hall and was about to reach the top of the stairs when Fat Daddy grabbed me and pulled me into his bedroom.... this was my bro, but his ol' Captain Save A Hoe ass was about to get hurt.

"Chill out.... look I need your help." Fat Daddy whispered quietly. "You know me, I try to be respectful and follow the rule of the house but I...... I can't do it anymore." He said looking around like we were being watched or something.

"Okay, I'm trying to figure out how I'm supposed to help you." I said looking at him like he was crazy.

"I'm about to sneak out, if I don't see Romeraux within the next hour I'm going to start swinging on everybody.... it's been days since I've been able to...... It doesn't matter so are you going to cover for me or not?" Fat Daddy asked and I was slightly torn, on one hand, this was my boy and I know if I asked him to do it for me, he'd do it no questions asked.... but on the other hand if he got caught I knew Spencer would probably extend our lockdown and like Fat Daddy, I was tryin to get outta here.

"Why can't you just sneak that nigga in here? It can't be that damn difficult." I said, I knew this because I've been walking around memorizing every inch of this place, mainly so I could sneak in a couple of bottoms I've been chatting with.

"Romeraux tends to get a little loud... it's partially my fault, I can't control myself when we're...... look are you going to help me or not? All you have to do is keep Spencer from noticing I'm gone, I gotta go... Romeraux is waiting for me around the corner." Fat Daddy said before walking over to his window, I watched as he climbed down the side of the house, race through the backyard, and hop the fence without even touching it.

"What are you doing in Fat Daddy's room?" O'Shea asked when I stepped into the hallway, why the fuck was this nigga even talking to me? He knew I really didn't fuck with him or Wes like that so him trying to be all buddy-buddy with me instantly set off my internal alarm.

"That's my bro... we talk.... anything else?" I asked flexing a little bit because I knew he was soft as fuck and would back down if he felt like he was being threatened.

"I umm.... I needed to talk to him about something, so do you mind if I......." O'Shea said trying to scoot around me but I continued to block his path. "I'm not trying to start any fights, I just wanna talk to him and apologize again for what happened.... it was all one big misunderstanding."

"Yeah well..... O'Shea isn't trying to see you right now and you being alone with him isn't good for your health, especially since he's on the phone with Romeraux.... he still gets murderous whenever he thinks about that shyt.... Best you let him cool off for a few more years." I said patting him on the shoulder and walking down the hall. I'll give O'Shea this much, he was either extremely stupid to believe that bullshyt or he was smart because he knew there was a small chance I was telling the truth... either way, he walked back downstairs and left it alone for now.