“Man, what’s up with you?”
“I’m good, why you say that?”
“You acting weird.”
“Nah, I’m acting accordingly. We good.”
“Who got you smiling?”
Farrah paused and looked at him with a smirk, “None of your business.”
Cam stared at her like she was crazy and she was, but not about him anymore and he was feeling it. That shit was all in his face, she was curving him in front of the niggas he used to play her in front of. Farrah never talked to him that way, ever.
“What’s his name?”
“Once again, that’s not your business. I was getting on your nerves, remember? Forcing some shit that you didn’t want. Go find you a bitch like I found me a nigga, Cam.”
“So just forget everything our families planned?”
Farrah looked at him uninterested, “I didn’t forget, I just don’t care.”
She walked off and left him standing right there and she couldn’t lie, the shit felt so good. Cam was so used to her running behind him like a puppy, that shit died the day Harlem made love to her and snatched her young soul. She had no plans on having sex with him, but he talked her right out of her panties and into her heart. She wholeheartedly understood why the Shika girl was crazy because he was something to be crazy over. Though she wanted no smoke with his girl, she was ready for whatever came her way when it came to Harlem. She wasn’t coming off of him, she smiled whenever he crossed her mind and that was every minute.
“Oh bitch, Harlem got you by the collar, huh?” Pooh said as soon as they got out of ears’ reach of Cam.
“I like him, Pooh, a lot.”
She shook her head and looked at Farrah, “You gotta let that nigga go before he gets you hurt, Farrah. I’m telling you, Shika isn’t wrapped tight; I saw her and her people gut a bitch like a fish. She died and no one would talk because they fear Shika and her family.”
“You must not know who my daddy is, them hoes will die.”
“This shit is going to get bad, I feel it, but I’m gon’ ride with you till the end against whoever.”
“Anybody?”
“Hell yeah, you know how I’m coming!”
“Go whoop that bitch right there,” Farrah said as Diamond walked toward the store they had just left from.
Diamond was by herself. When Farrah saw Cam follow her into the store, jealousy kicked in full throttle.
“Wait for her to come out the store and beat that bitch!”
“That’s her?” Pooh asked, pulling her hair into a ponytail.
Farrah knew that Diamond could fight, but Pooh had been dragging hoes through the hood for years. They waited near the corner and watched as Diamond walked out of the store chewing on a straw, minding her business.
Pooh had a mug plastered on her face when Diamond finally looked in their direction. Pooh was confident, she stood broad and ready for the girl her sister put a hit on. That was how her mother’s side got down, they handled business and that day, Diamond was the business. Though Farrah was far from a fighter, she stood ten toes down as her sister approached Diamond.
Pooh crossed the street heavy, trying to make her presence bigger than it was. Diamond saw her walking up and stopped,placing her back to the wall behind her. Pooh stepped right in front of her.
“What’s up? I heard you have a problem with my sister,” she said briefly, looking over at a smirking Farrah.
Diamond raised a brow as a crowd quickly formed and Cam came and stood front and center. That was where Farrah wanted him and everybody else in the hood so that they could see what Pooh was about to do to her.
“Girl, I don’t give a fuck about your sister and you either for that matter.” Diamond tried to let it go and even attempted to walk off, but a shove to the back made her turn around.
“Man, Farrah, get this bitch, y’all not about to touch her,” Cam demanded as Farrah’s head snapped in his direction. Was he really taking up for that bitch in her face?
