“My daddy says I can’t let anyone drive my car.”
Felicia rolled her eyes deep into her head, “She’s not anyone, she’s your sister, and she has her license so to hell with Ace.”
Farrah hated when anyone spoke against her father, he was her soft spot for real.
“His rules not mine, he’s the boss.”
“He still sniffin’ up Stone’s ass?That’sthe boss. And where is that bird brain bitch Stacy?”
Felicia had a vendetta for anyone affiliated with her father, she hated him because she couldn’t have him. Ace wouldn’t even take a parent’s photo at Farrah’s graduation; he hated Felicia with his whole heart.
“Ok, let’s go,” Farrah replied, heading to the door before she ended up cussing her mother out.
“You she don’t mean no harm, Momma’s ass is bitter,” Pooh joked as they walked to the car.
“I know. Where we going?”
“To the hood to chill with some real niggas. Can I drive pleaseeeee? I want them to see me flexing,” Pooh begged until Farrah gave in.
She sat in the passenger seat, sending Cam messages back-to-back.
“Girl, whoever you calling and texting does not want to be bothered.”
Clearly, Pooh was right.
“You know what, you right, fuck that nigga!”
“Okayyyyy! You about to be around some fine ass niggas anyway!”
Farrah turned the radio up and caught her a vibe as her sister handled the wheel. The block they pulled up on reminded her of out west, it was lit, she couldn’t front. Though she was a little nervous because those southside muthafuckas didn’t care.
“You can talk to any nigga out here except forthatone,” Pooh pointed to a guy leaning on a Mercedes.
The crazy part was, he was the only nigga that caught her eye. She was accustomed to money, and he seemed to be the only one that looked like he had it.
“Oh, that’s you?”
“I wish, but nah, his bitch named Shika and she’s fuckin’ nuts. Don’t even look at that nigga, she’ll jump out of a fuckin’ tree like a spider-monkey on your ass.”
Farrah bussed out laughing at her sister, but she noted the warning and did as she was told. They walked into the crowd where the guy and his boys were laughing and talking while the music played from the Mercedes. Farrah kept her eyes to herself, but the one time she stole a glance of him, he was staring at her.
“You cool? You look scared,” he said to Farrah as she quickly nodded and looked away.
She was in no mood to get her ass beat about another bitch’s man.
“What, you can’t talk?”
“Yeah, I’m good, thanks.”
Farrah’s heart was beating fast as hell and hadn’t shit happened, but Pooh’s words lingered in her head. He wouldn’t let up, so she moved to the other end of the car she was leaning on and somehow he ended up at the same end.
“You keep trying to get away from me. I like you.”
“You don’t know me and I don’t want no problems.”
He chuckled at her words, his cologne made her close her eyes, he smelled like her father and his friends, expensive. She checked his drip and he passed with flying colors. She could tell he was older than her, he looked to be about twenty-one. She kept her head on a swivel for the spider-monkey.
“Your friend must’ve told you about my girl?”
