My lips curled up as my eyes lowered on him.Who the fuck do hethink he talking to?Now I was fully regretting my decision because the thought of some random-ass niggas talking to me like I was his child wasn’t going to fly. My eyes didn’t move as the guy and I stared at each other until the shadow of someone walking up caught my attention. It was Beans. He came closer to the nigga who looked like he wanted to square up. Beans looked at me with a neutral stare. I could see he didn’t want me to fuck this up, but shit, I wasn’t some punk. I decided to set my pride aside and look east.
“Now, Slimes, you all can look at me. I’m only going to say this one time. It’s up to all of you to remember.” He pointed to the guy on the far end of him. “That’s Freaky Zekey, Stay Fly, Spitta, and Black Educated-Ass Nigga with aSfor a little razzle fucking dazzle, and I’m Dean God’s Gift.” He paused. “You will refer to all of us as Big Brother, then our name. Every time you see us, I’d better hear greetings before any of that shit,” he finished as he glared at me.
For a moment, I felt like he was directing all his energy toward me. That nigga wasn’t a God. He was a light-skinned nigga saying corny shit.
Big Brother Freaky Zekey came forward. “Chain One. I want you all to lock arms backward. Chain Two, you lock arms side by side. Shoulder to shoulder. No one, and I mean no one, should break y’all’s chain. You stay locked in with your brother always. The bond shouldn’t be easily broken.”
We stood there looking at each other. “Chain One!” he snapped.
That was when I felt the guy to my left grab my arm and turn me like a bitch backward, while the person to my right turned, and I locked my arms with him. His body weight leaned on me for support.
“Man, this is some bullshit,” I mumbled.
Dean Thick Neck bellowed a laugh. “Lean that shit back some more.”
Our bodies fell back more, causing me to now rest slightly on theguy behind me. I could feel his arms shaking, and I knew if this nigga made me fall, I was going to lose it.
The sound of Beans’ voice got loud. “Now greet us in the same order you were told!”
I cut my eyes at him because who was he yelling at? I let out a sharp breath and started. “Greetings, Big Brother Freaky Zekey!”
We were not in sync, and that feeling alone let me know they were about to be on some crazy shit. However, we kept going.
“Greetings, Big Brother Stay Fly. Greetings, Big Brother Spitta. Greetings, Big Brother Black Educated-Ass Nigga. Gr—”
“Aht, aht! Don’t forget the S,” Big Brother Freaky Zekey said.
“My legs are giving out,” one of the guys in the line whined.
“I don’t hear y’all!” Beans shouted, ignoring the guy on the line.
My head turned to look at him. This nigga had to be out of his fucking mind. He knew damn well nobody wanted to recite a speech just to say his stupid-ass name. He shook his head because he knew I was about to say something. The guy in front of me started the greeting before I could move my mouth. “Greetings, Big Brother Black Educated—”
Beans came near me. My eyes slowly eased his way as he smirked at me. “We don’t take shortcuts. You Slimes are gonna learn today! Repeat that shitagain!”
I shook my head. We finally got it right as we said it in unison. “Greetings, Big Brother Black Educated-Ass Nigga with aSfor a little razzle fucking dazzle!” we roared so loud, the echo floated through the woods.
“Chain Two!” Big Brother Stay Fly called out.
A bit of relief hit me as we switched up, now looking at all five of our big brothers. “Greetings, Big Brother Dean,” I didn’t finish, but moved my mouth like I was saying it. There was no way I was calling that nigga God’s Gift.
Once we were done greeting them, I was waiting for rules andsome other form of introduction, but there was none. Dean Thick Neck came forward.
“I know someone who hasn’t been feeling well. She needs something to cheer her up, so I want you, Slimes, to take her flowers. I will text one of you the address. Oh, and I don’t want her to have store-bought flowers. No fucking excuse!” he shouted then smirked.
With that, they walked off, leaving us standing there. “What type of fraternity is this?” one of the guys on the line said.
I ran my hand down my face. “I don’t know, but it seems like bullshit to me,” I started. “What’s y’all names?” I asked.
“Jeremiah.”
“Quan.”
“I’m Brian.”
“Joshua.”
“Chris.”
