Falling for a Hustler: A Benton Harbor Love Story by Jerniqua K. Page A
Authors: Jerniqua K.
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side? You’re holding up my line,” she said dismissively.
I wanted to whoop her ass, but I wasn't trying to have my ass in no nasty ass cell, so I bit my tongue and stormed off. Destiny was right on my heels and wasted no time with the questions.
“What the fuck are we supposed to do now? That nigga breaded up and we have no way to get at him! This shit is so fucked up man!”
“Destiny!” I yelled. “Get over it! He ain’t the only nigga out here with paper. You acting real thirsty right now.” I got into the car and slammed the door, hoping that would be the end of the conversation. When Destiny got in, slammed her door, and rolled her neck in my direction, I knew I was wrong.
“He might not be the only nigga with paper, but he the only nigga that I know of in Benton Harbor whose money is as long as I-94. I ain’t trying to make a profession out this shit and do it forever. I’m trying to get the fuck on!”
Instantly, I felt bad for snapping on my little sister. She was just trying to do the same thing I was; get out the hood. I wanted to apologize, but my stubbornness wouldn't allow it so instead of saying I was sorry, I put my sunglasses over my eyes and left the parking lot of the prison. I wasn't looking forward to this pointless three hour ride, and I was gon’ make sure Yandy’s stankin’ ass knew it!
“Bitch how the fuck did you miss the fact that this nigga got out a whole fuckin week ago?” I lit into her ass as soon as I walked into the door. She was sitting in the living room talking to Amia on the phone.
“Mia, I’m gon’ call you back...this lil bitch done lost ha damn mind!” she ended the call and got in my face. “What the fuck is wrong with you coming up in my shit talking crazy to me like that?”
Clearly, she thought somebody was scared of her. I loved my aunt to death, but I swear to God if she ran up on me, I was gon’ beat the dog shit out her ass!
“I done drove a total of six fuckin’ hours, and had to sit in a foul smelling ass prison and this nigga you claimed to been keeping tabs on been out since last fuckin week!”
“I just found out when I was on the phone with Mia,” she said as she walked off and sat down on the couch. “We can still get at him though. I just got to think of another way.”
“Are you crazy? Hittin him up when he was in prison is one thing, but this nigga is out, Yan. You said it yourself that he ain’t too much feeling you, so it’ll be nothing for him to kill our ass. I ain’t fuckin’ with it,” I rode with Yandy through a lot of shit, but I knew my limits. There wasn't enough money in the world to make me risk my life.
I didn't even give her a chance to question me. I wasn't feeling her at the moment and didn't want to be in her presence. When I got in my room, I sat down on the bed and saw that I had a text from Khalil. I debated back and forth on whether I wanted to talk to him or not. I started to delete his message, but then I thought about the new $1200 boots I wanted.
ME: Wat up Khalil?
Khalil: I’m trying to see you. Let me take you to dinner.
I didn't really want to chill with him, but I knew he wouldn't mind breaking bread if I did. My time was valuable; I didn't give that shit away for free. I called his phone, and he answered on the first ring. To say I had this man open was an understatement.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Wherever you wanna go, I’m cool with that.”
Being that the city was so small, there weren't too many good restaurants to eat at.
“We can do Applebee’s,” I said. I could have sprung for something extravagant, but that would more than likely mean jumping on the highway, and I was trying to spend as little time with Khalil as possible. Moreover, I didn't really feel like dressing up.
“A'ight that’s cool with me. I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“I’ll meet you there.”
He began to protest, but I ended the call. Pinning my hair up, I walked toward my closet and
I wanted to whoop her ass, but I wasn't trying to have my ass in no nasty ass cell, so I bit my tongue and stormed off. Destiny was right on my heels and wasted no time with the questions.
“What the fuck are we supposed to do now? That nigga breaded up and we have no way to get at him! This shit is so fucked up man!”
“Destiny!” I yelled. “Get over it! He ain’t the only nigga out here with paper. You acting real thirsty right now.” I got into the car and slammed the door, hoping that would be the end of the conversation. When Destiny got in, slammed her door, and rolled her neck in my direction, I knew I was wrong.
“He might not be the only nigga with paper, but he the only nigga that I know of in Benton Harbor whose money is as long as I-94. I ain’t trying to make a profession out this shit and do it forever. I’m trying to get the fuck on!”
Instantly, I felt bad for snapping on my little sister. She was just trying to do the same thing I was; get out the hood. I wanted to apologize, but my stubbornness wouldn't allow it so instead of saying I was sorry, I put my sunglasses over my eyes and left the parking lot of the prison. I wasn't looking forward to this pointless three hour ride, and I was gon’ make sure Yandy’s stankin’ ass knew it!
“Bitch how the fuck did you miss the fact that this nigga got out a whole fuckin week ago?” I lit into her ass as soon as I walked into the door. She was sitting in the living room talking to Amia on the phone.
“Mia, I’m gon’ call you back...this lil bitch done lost ha damn mind!” she ended the call and got in my face. “What the fuck is wrong with you coming up in my shit talking crazy to me like that?”
Clearly, she thought somebody was scared of her. I loved my aunt to death, but I swear to God if she ran up on me, I was gon’ beat the dog shit out her ass!
“I done drove a total of six fuckin’ hours, and had to sit in a foul smelling ass prison and this nigga you claimed to been keeping tabs on been out since last fuckin week!”
“I just found out when I was on the phone with Mia,” she said as she walked off and sat down on the couch. “We can still get at him though. I just got to think of another way.”
“Are you crazy? Hittin him up when he was in prison is one thing, but this nigga is out, Yan. You said it yourself that he ain’t too much feeling you, so it’ll be nothing for him to kill our ass. I ain’t fuckin’ with it,” I rode with Yandy through a lot of shit, but I knew my limits. There wasn't enough money in the world to make me risk my life.
I didn't even give her a chance to question me. I wasn't feeling her at the moment and didn't want to be in her presence. When I got in my room, I sat down on the bed and saw that I had a text from Khalil. I debated back and forth on whether I wanted to talk to him or not. I started to delete his message, but then I thought about the new $1200 boots I wanted.
ME: Wat up Khalil?
Khalil: I’m trying to see you. Let me take you to dinner.
I didn't really want to chill with him, but I knew he wouldn't mind breaking bread if I did. My time was valuable; I didn't give that shit away for free. I called his phone, and he answered on the first ring. To say I had this man open was an understatement.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Wherever you wanna go, I’m cool with that.”
Being that the city was so small, there weren't too many good restaurants to eat at.
“We can do Applebee’s,” I said. I could have sprung for something extravagant, but that would more than likely mean jumping on the highway, and I was trying to spend as little time with Khalil as possible. Moreover, I didn't really feel like dressing up.
“A'ight that’s cool with me. I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“I’ll meet you there.”
He began to protest, but I ended the call. Pinning my hair up, I walked toward my closet and
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