“Hell yeah, I dropped some knowledge on her. You’ll see her breaking her neck fa’ the kid. Mark my words. Yo ass needs to pull up. I know yo ass knows that girl ain’t built fa’ yah ass. Don’t fuck her.” I advised.
He smirked.
“I gots to fuck’er. I’mma behave, I promise,” he stated, smirking.
“Yo fucked up rules won’t work wit her ass. You fuck’er, yo ass gonna have to kill’er. Mark my fucking words. She looks like the type that wants that bad boy shit, but can’t handle it. Then goes fucking crazy when ya cut her loose,” I let him know.
“Shidd, them the best kind. Aiight, I’mma let her ass be,” he lied.
“Do you. Hit me later,” was all I said, opening my truck door.
Slapping hands, he pulled me into a quick bro hug. Releasing me, he swaggered back in the dealership. Bethany’s eyes been on his ass the whole damn five minutes. Climbing in my truck, turning it on, I backed out. Just as I threw it in gear, my eyes caught Kimmy’s. She made it out her office and was standing in the lobby. Seems like she been tracking yah boy. Interesting, I thought.
Reading her eyes, she’s hating she underestimated me, as my pearl colored 2020 Lincoln Navigator gleamed as the sun hit the fresh wax job. My money’s real long now in her eyes.
“She gonna be mine. Running up on ah King of the Hood gonna fuck her whole world up. She don’t know shit bout the level of insanity she bout to go through to achieve the crown. She ain’t even ready,” I spoke out loud, chuckling.
Ocean
‘Lewis Scott Court Projects’
**July 1st Nine O’clock at night**
“Mmmhmm, shit.” I moaned, trying to get into what this rhythm less nigga was doing.
“Damn, girl, throw that shit. Pussy the shit.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Harder, nigga! Pound my shit!” I demanded.
Muthafucka dick too big fa’ his ass not to know what to do with it. People always holler bout size don’t matter. That may be true, but knowing how to work yo shit does.
“Fuck, I got yo ass,” he growled, spreading my ass cheeks.
Reaching under myself, my fingers found my clit easily. Shit, this the only way I’mma bust, I thought.
“Yess! Fuck! My spot!” I semi yelled.
BANG! BANG! BANG! The headboard knocked against the wall.
“I’m bout to bust. Fuck! Where yo ass want it?” He grunted.
“My ass,” I moaned, cummin’ hard.
“Fuuccckkk!” He growled, pulling out my sweet shit.
Feeling his warm nut hitting my ass, caused me to roll my eyes. I won’t be fuckin’ his ass again.
“Damn, girl, that’s what the fuck is up. My fuckin’ night bout to fly by. I gotta hit the back. You good?” He asked.
Ignoring his ass, I walked to the bathroom with just my crop top on. All my ass and pussy hanging out like my ass is home alone. Wetting a towel while adding some soap, I cleaned myself real quick, before rinsing it out, rewetting and soaping it for his ass. Walking back to my room, I handed it to his ass. He was standing wit his jeans round his ankles and his shirt pulled over his head. Niggas I fuck wit never get completely naked, unless I’m staying the night at the hotel wit’em.
He’s cute, not sexy, he got some gwap. He’s free wit the dollars and weed. That’s the only reason I let him in my gushy.
“Thanks. Fuck you doing fa’ the rest of the night?” He questioned, cleaning his dick off.
“Chillin’, Seaqual here while Neesha’s at work,” I murmured, while pulling on some booty shorts.
“Tight work. Enjoy. Hit me later, aiight?” He stated, dropping two bands, along wit a bag of loud on my bed.
“No doubt, I’ll walk yah ass out. Be safe, and thank you,” I cooed a little.
Sliding on my Nike slides, I opened my bedroom door.
SMACK!
“Ooouu, stop,” I giggled, rubbing my ass.
“That bitch so fuckin’ fat. My ass’ll be back. Believe that shit. Pussy like yours ain’t no hit once and leave alone,” he gloated, chuckling.
Twerking a little in response. My verbal would be real nasty at this point. Opening the front door, he stepped out. I followed him down the sidewalk to his car. L.S.C. is on fire tah-night, which ain’t unusual. Summertime is the best time.
“Damn, who y’all got on patrol tah-night?” I questioned, as a black on black unmarked car rolled through the lot.
His eyes widened as he looked on.
“Aye, shawty, I wasn’t here wit yo ass, aiight?” He spat.
“Aiight,” I spat, shrugging my shoulders.
Rolling my eyes as he made it to his boxed Chevy sitting on twenty-six inch rims. The unmarked went from a roll to a slow creep. Now, I wanna know who’s in there, I thought, as the window rolled down slowly. The person’s face was still kinda obscured, since they ain’t leaning towards the window.
“Bumps! Fuck yo ass doing up here? Ain’t yo ass posed to be in the back?” Banks voice thundered.
I blanched at the sound. I believe Bumps did too.
“No doubt. Headed there now,” Bumps responded.
If I ain’t mistaken, there’s a tremble to his voice. I mean, I don’t blame him. Banks ass got mo’ issues than Vogue magazine. He just got put on my bitch boy list tho. I don’t do fake wanna be real niggas.
Banks parked behind Bumps’ car, blocking his ass in. He stepped out like he’s moving in slow motion. I swear, Banks is beyond fione. I’m happy, no, ecstatic even, that he won’t fuck wit project chicks on the serious tip. That means he’ll never deal with Neesha’s fake ass.
Slamming of the car door caught my attention.
“Bumps, nigga, tell me yo ass ain’t fucking wit Ocean,” he stated.
“Hol’ up, Banks, that ain’t yo business,” I snapped.
His eyes flashed to my face. I’m tempted to take a step back.
“Lil’ girl, I wasn’t talkin’ to yo ass. Everything is my fuckin’ business. Where yo sister and brother while yo ass out here?” He barked.
Sucking my teeth while rolling my eyes. I placed my hands on my wide hips.
“Why?” I sassed.
He glared at me.
“Work, and in the apartment sleep. Happy?” I snipped.
“Bet. Bumps, answer me, nigga. Yo ass fucking Ocean?” He asked, pulling something from behind his back.
Everybody round here knows Banks got a thing fa’ knives. The sharper the better, and all sizes are welcomed. I’ll never forget the first time I learned just how deep the shit went. One summer, bout two years ago, a crackhead snatched one of the older lady’s purses. He knocked her down so hard, later at the hospital, it was determine she broke her hip.
Well, he tried running. Everybody knows crackheads are faster than track stars. He tried to be on his Carl Lewis shit. Banks was bout fifty yards away. One minute the crackhead was running, the next, he was laid out, screaming in agony, with a blade sticking out the back of his knee.
Nobody even seen his ass throw the shit. We heard it as it sliced through the air, but nobody saw the moment he pulled it out and threw it. Crackhead Joe had to get his leg amputated. The knife severed several tendons, muscles, and veins.
“Nawl, man, I was just out here chillin’. Making rounds,” Bumps lied.
Banks turned his eyes back to me.
“Ocean, he been wit yo hot pussy ass?”
He posed it as a question, but it sounds like mo’ of an accusation. Staring at his ass like I’m thinking. I can feel Bumps eyes on me, pleading wit my ass. Punk ass nigga.
“Nope,” I sassed, popping the ‘p’.
He nodded wit a smirk.
“Lying ass. Bumps, nigga, had I known yo ass likes lil ass kids, yo undeveloped ass woul’na never been on my team. Bitch made, muthafucka. Yo ass ah dead man. Get the fuck on,” he sneered, causing the hairs on my arms to stand on ends.
“The fuck yo ass talmbout? I ain’t fuck no damn kid,” Bumps spat.
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p; Dumb muthafucka, sounded through my head.
“Yo weak ass betta take that bass out’cho throat, fo’ I cut it out. Fuck yah ass think you is? Ocean is sixteen, a Gawd damn kid. All this grown woman pussy out’cher. You ah bitch fa’ that shit. Count yo days, muthafucka,” he sneered.
Bumps reared back like he’d been slapped.
“Sixteen? Bitch! Lying, slut ass, trick. Nigga, she told me she was eighteen. Had I known she wasn’t, I woul’na fucked her hoe ass,” he yelled, glaring at me.
“Bitch? Yah mammy ah bitch. Fuck you, non stroking, muthafucka,” I snapped.
The nerve of his fuck boy ass.
“Both of y’all shut the fuck up. This ain’t no damn counselling session. Ocean, take yo ass in the house. Bumps, check fuckin’ ID’s, nigga. Fuck what she told yo ass. Everybody knows ha damn age. Yo ass done, nigga,” Banks seethed, glaring at Bumps.
After a few beats, he jumped back in the unmarked car, pulling up so Bumps could back out.
SCREECCHHH!
Temper tantrum throwing lil’ boy made sure to make his tires burn. Childish bastard, I thought watching the shit.
Plopping down in one of the chairs that’s taking up space on our stoop. I pulled my cell out. Something gots to be going on tonight. The night is still young. I could be back before Neesha gets her bossy ass home. Seaqual usually sleeps through the night. Even if he wakes up, his ass is old enough to take care of his self.
“Ocean, the fuck is wrong wit yo ass? That nigga thirty years old. Why yo ass out here hoeing and shit? That ain’t no good look,” Banks voiced, bringing my head out my phone.
Looking up at him as he towered over me.
“Why is what I do so fucking important to yo ass? I do what the fuck I want. Whoeva gots something to say, that’s on them. And, boo-boo, Aaliyah said it best. ‘Age ain’t nothin’ but a number,” I sassed, while staring at him.
He shook his head at my words.
“Yo ass immature as fuck. I ain’t stressing myself tryin’ to save yo ass. Do what the fuck yo ass please. Check this tho, let yo hoe shit put yo bruh or sis in a bad way, yo ass won’t have to worry bout age, cuz yo sixteen year old ass will be ‘She was only sixteen, she had ha whole life ahead of her.’” He threatened.
Eyeing him as he glared at my ass like he wanna snap my fucking neck. I know his words aren’t just a damn threat. It’s a promise. The shit chilled me to the bone, but I ain’t one fa’ letting muthafuckas know they got me shook.
“Pssh, whateva. Yo ass ain’t my damn daddy. Yo lil’ threats don’t mean shit to me. I do what the fuck I please,” I sassed, waving him off.
Standing from my seat, I turned to walk back in the apartment. I need a blunt to calm my nerves. I should’ve known that was too easy.
“Aiight, I never repeat myself. Remember that shit,” he stated, with a calm I’ve never experienced before. Then he just walked off.
Taking a deep breath, I sucked my teeth as I continued into the apartment. Walking through, making a beeline for my room. I grabbed my pre rolled blunt and a lighter. Taking the loud Bump left me, along wit the two stacks, I dropped them in my lock box that’s located under my bed.
Neesha’s nosy, but she ain’t a thief. Sprinkle is both. What I do fa’ her ass isn’t enough. She still gotta steal my shit. Grabbing my keys, I locked my room door. It’s a damn shame all the bullshit I gotta go through just to keep my shit.
If I had Preshus to alarm my shit like she does Seaqual’s, I wouldn’t have to do this. But that bitch don’t like my ass, and the feeling is mutual. Well, it’s mo’ so I can’t stand her ass. She’s ballin’, but acts like she can’t do shit fa’ me talmbout,
‘Show and prove, Ocean. Nothing in life is just handed to you. You really think I’ll reward you for D’s and F’s? Then yah ass is disrespectful to the one person who cares bout yo ass. I think fuckin’ not.’
Stupid, stuck up, bitch, was all I could think after she told me that bullshit.
“I need one more thing,” I mumbled, opening Seaqual’s room door.
“Sleeping so peaceful, huh? I outta unplug yo damn machine. Yo ass’ll sleep fa’ the rest of yo life. Punk ass,” I taunted, in the quiet room.
Reaching on his bedside table, I grabbed his inhaler. Walking back outta his room backwards to make sure his ass doesn’t wake up. And if he does, he won’t see what I got. His damn room is laid. No one would think it’s the room of a twelve year old. I’ve never been close to Seaqual. He’s always been sickly. Everything went to him. Neesha stopped spending time with me, because he was so damn needy, all of her energy and time went to his ass. That’s why every chance I get, I make his life a living hell.
Grabbing myself one of Neesha’s Jack Daniel’s fruit punch flavored wine coolers from the fridge, I made my way back to the stoop. Sitting my wine cooler, along wit my cell, on the little table. Neesha always tries to keep our little stoop nice and neat. Placing my blunt in my mouth, striking the lighter, pulling hard as it lit.
“Yeahh, buddy,” I hummed, holding the smoke in.
I’m bout to be real nice, I thought, toking on my blunt while looking out into the courtyard. LSC got a curfew. In the summertime, it’s twelve for minors. During the fall, it’s ten.
“Look at this (cough) bitch,” I choked out.
Some of these old hoes don’t know when to hang they dried out thongs up. Speaking of which,
“Ocean, wha’sup? Wha’ yo ass smoking on? Let me get ah hit,” Trinia’s nasty, elderly ass, called out, walking up on my stoop.
“Fuck no,” I spat.
She blanched like I offended her. Bitch don’t even know when she should be offended. Hell, she’s offending me by looking how she’s looking.
“Damn, don’t be like that. I know yo ass got enuff ta share,” she sassed, taking a seat.
“Did I invite (cough) yo ass to (cough) sit down? The fuck yo ass (cough) mean, I got (cough) enuff to share?” I choked out, taking my hand, I wiped my eyes.
Damn, this shit strong, I thought taking another pull.
“Invite me? Bishh, puhleeze. Yah ass don’t own this. I saw Bumps ass leaving yo ass. That’s how I know yo ass gots enuff ta share,” she sassed, popping her lips.
“Yeah, and?” I grumbled.
Shaking her head, she fixed her eyes on me.
“Yeah, eerbody knows that’s his M.O. A stack and a sac. Yo ass ain’t no damn different,” she stated.
Cutting my eyes at her ass. This is one fucking thang I hate bout LSC. Everybody is all in everybody’s business. Nobody knows how to mind their own. That’s exactly why I don’t fuck here usually. But Bumps’ posed to work in the back apartments. Yeah, ain’t no standing on the blocks round here. You can’t even look around the city and see non drug deals going down. Everything is set up in either a building, houses, or apartments. Stone is smart as fuck, fa’ real.
“Is that all?” I questioned, not really caring if it is or not.
“Un huh, let me hit,” she tried again.
“Fuck…. No,” I gritted out.
She jumped from her seat like her ass bout to do something. Fat fucking chance of that happening.
“Fuck you, dumb hoe. Yo nasty ass gonna fuck round and catch the virus. Slut ass, trick,” she sneered, causing me to holler.
“Get yo herpes simplex two ass, out my fucking face. Yo ass a walking STD. Fuck what yo ass heard. You won’t puff, puff, puff, pass, my ass the herpes. You speak on what yo ass know, huh? I’m clean, bitch. Safe sex, read up on it,” I taunted, screaming at the look on her funny looking ass face.
She couldn’t say shit. She just stormed off my stoop. Shaking my head as I watched her funky ass try to throw her ass in them too lil’ jogging pants. Shit’s looks like some fucked up capris.
Sitting my blunt on the table, I pulled Seaqual’s inhaler out my pocket. Shaking it once, then putting it to my mouth, I pulled on it twice.
“Yass,” I hissed out, as my high soared instantly.
Pulling on
ce more, my head flopped back as my nipples hardened. Shit, I probably should’ve waited to do this shit. I’m horny as fuck. I stumbled on using Seaqual’s inhaler to boost my high on accident. I was already high one evening his inhaler was on the table. Playing around, I pulled from it.
At first, my heart rate sped up, then I began to shake uncontrollably. Pulling it again, a sensation went through me, and everything began moving in slow motion. I felt nothing, I was floating on the clouds. It was an unexplainable high. After that, I was hooked. Especially since I fucked afterwards the shit was the bomb.
I fucked up though. I got careless. Neesha caught my ass. In that moment, I was wishing my high wouldn’t let me feel pain, cause she beat my ass something terrible. I was laid up fa’ ah week because of her ass.
“Fuck,” I hissed, shaking the inhaler.
It sounded empty, but I know better. Placing it to my mouth again, I pulled hard.
“There we go,” I mumbled, feeling the effects.
Licking my lips, I picked my blunt back up, relit it. Pulling on it, holding the smoke in, releasing it slowly. Picking my wine cooler up, I swallowed half of it. Shit, I can party by myself, I thought, bopping my head to music that wasn’t playing.
“Ocean. Whaddup, baby girl?” A deep voice I don’t recognize called out.
Squinting my eyes to get a better look at the unknown individual. Ain’t shit became clear though.
“Who the fuck is you?” I slurred.
Chuckling sounded from him. He sounded kind of good.
“Damn, girl, yo ass getting it in, huh?” He joked, causing his voice to click in my fogged brain.
“Reggie? Negro, what yo ass doing here? I thought yo ass wasn’t coming back once you graduated,” I exclaimed, as much as I could upon realizing who he was.
“Yeah, I’m home visiting fa’ the summer. I leave at the end of the month. Gotta get back to work before my sophomore year starts. How you been?” He explained, ending with a question of his own.
Eyeing him, from what I could see, he’s still handsome. I had a huge crush on his ass. He wouldn’t give me no play though. Something bout my reputation he couldn’t look past.
“You know you can sit. Oh, let me guess, you don’t want nobody seeing you chillaxing wit me and getting the wrong idea,” I mocked.
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