Daniel wanted her, but she was the one trying to fuck him. We’d been rivals since middle school ever since this boy she liked named Quentin asked me to the sweetheart dance. She decided to fixate on fucking with me after that and losing another man that I loved was the result of it. Kamal had survived, but it was over between us. My rivalry with Brielle lived on because her nigga was locked up for killing my boyfriend. It was really screwed up being that it was all her fault. She was trying to get with Daniel and her dude saw that shit. When he confronted her she blamed it all on Daniel. A few days later Daniel was gunned down leaving a corner store while I waited in the car for him. I saw that nigga Marquis holding the smoking gun in his hand. That shit was like déjà vu’. All I could think about was how I had lost my mother. It felt like it was happening to me all over again.
The thing was I knew the code of the streets, so I wasn’t the one who snitched on that nigga. As a matter of fact, I was trying to get my pops to have somebody kill him for me. Before I could do that, the store owner picked Brielle’s nigga from a line up. After that they searched his home and found the murder weapon, which was a 22. He didn’t even go to trial and to avoid life in prison, he took a plea for twenty-five years. At the time he was seventeen, but he was charged as an adult.
When I started going with Kamal I felt like things were finally getting better. He seemed to love me genuinely and there seemed to be a light at the end of that dark tunnel that had become my life. Then when everything was revealed about him and Brielle it was like that light had gone out. I wasn’t really trying to forgive him that easily. He knew what I’d been through and to think that he’d hurt me was more than I could bear. Yeah, I still loved him with all of my heart, but I wasn’t going to let him take advantage of me. What if he was still fucking that bitch? I’d be damned if she was fighting over some dick that she hadn’t had in two years. Who would do some dumb shit like that?
“I have to go pick Jerry up. You only turn eighteen once Sasha, so go out and celebrate.” She smiled at me before leaving the room.
When my phone rang that time it was Jordan.
“Please tell me you ain’t still all depressed over Kamal and that bitch. It’s your birthday and we’re goin’ out, so you might as well get dressed.”
“I want something new to wear. How about you meet me at the mall.”
“You ain’t gotta tell me twice bitch. I’ll call Cherie.”
I smiled deviously. “A’ight.”
* * *
Me, Jordan and Cherie were in the VIP with fake IDs and the whole nine yards, because although I wasn’t a drinker, I was throwing back shots of Patron. Bells and Nadia were both out of town for the summer, but they’d called to wish me a happy birthday. It was the second club we’d hit that night and I was so fucked up that I couldn’t even remember the name of it. Some nigga and his boys were popping bottles at the bar and although we had got a bottle with VIP, we didn’t mind a little extra booze. They had some blunts in rotation too. I wasn’t one to be smoking with random niggas, so I had to call them out on it when the blunt came to me.
“First of all, I ain’t smokin’ shit that ya’ll already rolled up. I’on trust nah nigga. Fuck that. Ya’ll might be tryna get us all fucked up so ya’ll can fuck,” I spat with an attitude as I put my hands on my hips.
“I ain’t gotta do no shit like that to get pussy shawty.” He pursed his lips together as he poured some Ace of Spade in my glass.
“I bet you
The thing was I knew the code of the streets, so I wasn’t the one who snitched on that nigga. As a matter of fact, I was trying to get my pops to have somebody kill him for me. Before I could do that, the store owner picked Brielle’s nigga from a line up. After that they searched his home and found the murder weapon, which was a 22. He didn’t even go to trial and to avoid life in prison, he took a plea for twenty-five years. At the time he was seventeen, but he was charged as an adult.
When I started going with Kamal I felt like things were finally getting better. He seemed to love me genuinely and there seemed to be a light at the end of that dark tunnel that had become my life. Then when everything was revealed about him and Brielle it was like that light had gone out. I wasn’t really trying to forgive him that easily. He knew what I’d been through and to think that he’d hurt me was more than I could bear. Yeah, I still loved him with all of my heart, but I wasn’t going to let him take advantage of me. What if he was still fucking that bitch? I’d be damned if she was fighting over some dick that she hadn’t had in two years. Who would do some dumb shit like that?
“I have to go pick Jerry up. You only turn eighteen once Sasha, so go out and celebrate.” She smiled at me before leaving the room.
When my phone rang that time it was Jordan.
“Please tell me you ain’t still all depressed over Kamal and that bitch. It’s your birthday and we’re goin’ out, so you might as well get dressed.”
“I want something new to wear. How about you meet me at the mall.”
“You ain’t gotta tell me twice bitch. I’ll call Cherie.”
I smiled deviously. “A’ight.”
* * *
Me, Jordan and Cherie were in the VIP with fake IDs and the whole nine yards, because although I wasn’t a drinker, I was throwing back shots of Patron. Bells and Nadia were both out of town for the summer, but they’d called to wish me a happy birthday. It was the second club we’d hit that night and I was so fucked up that I couldn’t even remember the name of it. Some nigga and his boys were popping bottles at the bar and although we had got a bottle with VIP, we didn’t mind a little extra booze. They had some blunts in rotation too. I wasn’t one to be smoking with random niggas, so I had to call them out on it when the blunt came to me.
“First of all, I ain’t smokin’ shit that ya’ll already rolled up. I’on trust nah nigga. Fuck that. Ya’ll might be tryna get us all fucked up so ya’ll can fuck,” I spat with an attitude as I put my hands on my hips.
“I ain’t gotta do no shit like that to get pussy shawty.” He pursed his lips together as he poured some Ace of Spade in my glass.
“I bet you
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