Coldhearted & Crazy by Michel Moore Page B

sisters would pay good dough for a pack of weave this long!”
    London felt good for once about what she saw in the mirror thanks to Fatima. Starting now, she would try to have more confidence in herself. London knew that she needed to stand on her own without Kenya and be more assertive, and believing in herself would be the first step.
    When they finished unpacking and talking, it was almost close to daybreak. The freshman orientation started at 9:30 a.m. sharp, so the two girls decided to get some much-needed shuteye. They both wanted to be on time so Fatima set the alarm. For a change, since Gran’s death, London didn’t have to be the mother hen.

Chapter Seven
Kenya
    â€œDamn, I can’t take this. I gotta get some darker blinds in this bitch!” Kenya, peeking out from underneath her pillow, started her day mad. Always having a major attitude, she had the nerve to be pissed at the sun for shining so brightly into her private domain. Lifting her head all the way up, she looked over at the clock, which read 12:15 p.m. Overjoyed that her sister was not there waking her up early as usual, she found one reason to at least crack half of a smile. Eyes still partially shut, Kenya made her way into the kitchen, sliding her bare feet across the floor. “I need a cold glass of juice, maybe then I can wake up.”
    Sitting down on the couch, leaning her head backward, as funny as it seemed Kenya thought that she could hear the sound of quiet circulating throughout the entire house. But she was alone and lonely in that big, empty house, bored to death, and the truth of the matter was she knew it wasn’t going to get any better. All the frontin’ she did on a regular basis about wanting nothing more than for people in general to just leave her the fuck alone was catching up to her. “I gotta shake this bullshit,” Kenya hissed, listening to the eerie vibrations of her heart beating. Right then and there she decided it was most definitely time to get put on by her dude. Without any more hesitation or delays, she dialed Ty’s phone, who picked up on the first ring.
    â€œWhat up, doe Kenya?”
    â€œYou crazy, you.”
    â€œWhat’s the deal with you?”
    â€œJust chillin’ that’s all. I just woke my punk-ass up.”
    â€œOh yeah?” Ty had just started blazing his second blunt of the day. “Man, I started to call you last night and see if you wanted to hang, but fuck all that!”
    â€œHuh?” Kenya asked, confused.
    â€œShit, did you see that fucking ‘nigga, I’m gonna kill your ass’ death look your uncle gave me yesterday? I mean, I ain’t no sucker or no shit like that with mines but, well, you feel me.”
    Knowing that Ty was indeed a sucker with his in every sense of the word, Kenya decided to not call him out on being scared shitless of her uncle because she needed him to do her a solid. “Come on, guy,” she started to lie, gassing his ego up. “I know you ain’t intimidated by his old ass! Everybody knows my uncle is past tense with that gangsta bullshit he be running!” Kenya was laying it on thick knowing that, truth be told, on any given day of the year, her uncle could beat the dog shit outta Ty with one hand tied behind his back. “But hey, forget about that old nigga. I need to talk to you about some other shit. Remember what we talked about the other night?” Kenya whispered like someone else was in the room eavesdropping on their private conversation.
    â€œCome on, girl, we talk about a lot of shit, what’s the dealio? Be more specific.”
    â€œDamn, nigga, you know what the fuck I’m talking about! That Heads Up shit!” Kenya yelled at the top of her lungs, rolling her eyes.
    â€œOh yeah, hell yeah!” Ty was truly excited at this point. He then bossed up, practically taking over the entire conversation like he was an expert in stripperology 101. “Okay,