already.” I looked up at Carter and he had the nerve to be smirking.
“I already told you, just because you’re young and cute, doesn’t mean I’m ready to go to jail for you. You aren’t ready for these problems anyway.” He winked and walked away. I knew her hot ass was over there blushing, sweating and shit.
“Somebody needs to go change their panties,” I said walking past her to go back to the stock room.
“Damn right. Either it’s him or I’m dying a lonely, old miserable bitch.” She said as I cracked up laughing. I felt her though. Good niggas were so hard to find. Either they were married, gay or unstable from their ex bitch breaking their hearts.
***
Kenyon
I made it over to Carter’s place before I remembered he was at work. Some car was parked in his driveway and I knew damn well it wasn’t anything he would drive. Some young Mexican chick was in the backseat with Geno’s girl; both of them were staring at their phone while Monica was in the driver’s seat. She was on the phone yelling at somebody about a doctor’s appointment or some shit. I didn’t give a fuck what she was talking about or who she was talking to. All I wanted to know is why she had her busted ass minivan in my boy’s driveway. I called him up and he answered on the third ring.
“Guess where I’m at.” He must’ve already known.
“In my driveway, Monica just called and asked me where I was at. She said she wanted to talk to me. I hung up on her ass.” I looked up at her and sure enough she was still on the phone talking to somebody.
“When was this?” Her neck was still rolling and she was still yelling.
“About ten minutes ago. Why what’s up?” If she wasn’t talking to Carter, then who the fuck was she calling a bitch ass nigga?
“Nothing, bro. I’m on my way out there. I’ll see you in a little bit.” I hung up and reversed out of the driveway with ease. I thought I saw Tae’s silver car in the rearview mirror but when I got back to the main street, I didn’t see it. I must’ve been tripping.
I made it to the mall at a decent enough time and not too many people were there. My phone buzzed with a call from TaNeeka. I wanted to answer it and call her all kinds of bitches, but I didn’t want to look like a fool in the middle of the mall so I kept my composure and let her go straight to voicemail. Not only did Tae not tell me everything, he waited until I got there to drop on me that she took five eight balls and about two racks. I don’t put my hands on females, but I’ll shake a bitch all about my money. I should've put a hole in his ass for not handling that shit, especially since he can't stand her so much. When I walked in the store, some white girl was standing there staring at me. I guess she wasn’t used to black people yet.
“Hi. I’m Abby, welcome to Foot Locker. Can I help you with something? Would you like to try on some shoes? We just got the new Jordan’s in a few hours ago.” She was talking too much and getting on my fucking nerves. I damn near snapped and made Gabby, or whatever the fuck her name is, cry.
Carter just about flipped out when I told him everything, but I was happy to leave the key with him. I called my cousin, Sevyn to come pick me up and then I bounced. Seeing Shorty made my day. I knew her nosy ass was standing outside the door, but I kept talking anyway. She was gone find out sooner or later what I was about, especially since I planned to make her mine.
Chapter Five
Ashanti
The next few weeks went by faster than I expected. I was done with my driving classes, now I was taking the next step. I had taken Lexi’s unwanted advice, and got a bank account. I knew my sanity depended on the wellbeing of myself and my shit, so I had to put it where nobody could get to it, besides me. I wanted a car and Ms. B. helped me with the down payment, matching me $5,000. I didn’t want a used car. I wanted a new one. The dealership was playing though.
“Ma’am, I