That night we sat and argued for hours. I vented and told him how I felt. He told me how he felt. He promised to do better. I didn’t really believe him, although it sounded good.
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“Walk up, girl.”
I rolled my eyes. “Shell, it's hot as hell out here. I'm finna go in the house.”
She sucked her teeth. “Man, don't do that. You said that you was gonna kick it wit me.”
I sighed as we both traveled down the street. It was a pretty hot and muggy day. Shell had practically dragged me out of the house. I was content watching TV, but she insisted that I go for a walk with her.
I'd left Junior with Red, so for the moment I was baby free, but I didn't want to kick it on the cut that day. For whatever reason I was feeling drained, and just wanted to get some sleep. And all the dumb dudes passing by, honking their horns was working my last nerve. I was really regretting wearing the little hot pink shorts I was rocking, accompanied with a small halter that barely covered my breasts, and left my stomach completely exposed. The outfit was cute, but didn't compliment the whole walking down the street thing. Niggas was obviously getting the wrong message.
A smile eased across Shell's face as we stepped onto the block. Both Ray-Ray and Jahrein hung there, which meant that I steered clear of it most times. There were several dudes hanging around, posted up on various porches. Every illegal activity imaginable was going down right there.
The poignant odor of weed assaulted my nostrils. I had been smoking weed here and there, so I was searching around for a familiar face to smoke with. Then I spotted Jared.
“Let me hit that.” I demanded as I stepped to Jared and few other boys. Shell was now all in some guy's face, while his hand rested directly on her butt.
“What's up, girl?” Jared chuckled as he passed me the blunt.
A tall, high yellow, slender dude elbowed Jared. “Who is that, nigga?” he questioned as he stared me down.
Jared was high, and half listening. He just gave the dude a nod. I wasn't trying to hide the fact that I was smoking all his weed, and hadn't attempted to pass it.
In the distance I heard a screen-door slam, but I continued to get my smoke on. Then there were a few chuckles behind me, so I turned to see what was so funny.
I spotted Jahrein stepping off Jared's porch. The moment he laid eyes on my he frowned. I shrugged him off.
He swaggered right over to us, shirtless, wearing long basketball shorts, Jordans, and Ralph Lauren boxers that were showing due to sagging. Undoubtedly, he was probably entertaining some broad around there.
He stood right next to me. “Who's shit you're smokin'?” he snatched the blunt clean out of my hands.
I sucked my teeth. “Buzz killing ass.”
“Ay, who this shit belong to?” he asked his boys, ignoring me.
Jared tried to grab his blunt. “That's mine.”
Jahrein dropped the blunt, letting it hit the ground. He then stomped it out.
“Say, my nigga...why you do my shit like that?” Jared frowned.
“The fuck you give it to her for? You must didn't want the shit.”
Jared waved him off. “There you go wit that shit, man. I was just letting her hit it. Aint nobody trying to push up on ya gal, main. We better than that.”
Jah smirked. “Yeah, okay, my nigga.” he turned to me. “Say, you need to go home.”
I scrunchedd. “For what?”
“The fuck you need to be hanging up here for? Aint shit up here for you.”
I backed up a little. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
He stepped up to me, leaning his weight on me. “What the fuck did I say?”
I just took a giant step back again. “You aint my damn daddy.”
