BROOKLYN

Quin is still asleep and it's almost three in the afternoon. I've been awake all morning. I really didn't get good sleep last night anyways. I'm riding with Javier. He took me to school today. I got there during my fourth period and he picked me up when school got out at two.

"Why is Quin so freaking mean?" I ask. He rolls the windows up then chuckles. "He ain't mean. He just easily irritated." he answers. "He has been mean from the moment we laid eyes on each other." I say. He laughs. "Be mean to his ass too then." he says. "I just spent the night with you guys because I don't have anywhere to go and I don't want to be in the system because I'm about to turn eighteen anyways. So, I can't just be rude to him if I'm staying there." I explain. "Yes the hell you can. Being nice to Quin ass ain't gon' do nothing but make you look soft in his eyes and he'll continue to be an ass hole towards you."  he tells me.

I sigh. "I'm gonna find me a sugar daddy and let him take care of me." I joke. He starts laughing. "For real though, Brooklyn you can stay with us until you get yo shit together. Just clean up after yourself, stay in school, and get a job then we straight." he says.

"For real?" I ask, shocked. They don't even know me that well and he's opening up their house to me. "Yeah." he answers. "Why are you so quick to let a stranger stay with y'all?" I ask. He laughs a little. "You just a lil scared and hurt sheltered ass girl who going through hell and that's it. I ain't gon' say you harmless because in my opinion ain't nobody completely harmless, but I got a feeling you ain't trying to do nothing to me or my family." he says.

"Are you always trusting people so easily?" I ask. "Hell naw. I never said I trusted you. You gotta earn that. I just got a feeling you a good person so imma take the risk." he says, slightly smiling at me as he stops at a red light. "How will your mom and Quin feel about me staying until I get everything together?" I ask. "We don't live with our momma, she live with us. We pay the bills so it ain't much she can say. We respect her opinion but this something she can't control. She ain't ever there anyway. But Quin might be pissed off but I don't care, bruh. If I go half on all the bills and shit I got the right to let somebody stay there." he says.

I frown a little. "I'm not trying to be the reason you and your brother get into it." I say. He chuckles. "You worried about the wrong things. You got a boyfriend?" he asks, raising his eyebrow a little. 

"Nope. Why?" I ask. "Just asking a lil question." he answers. "You got a girlfriend?" I ask. "Yeah, her name Mikayla." he answers. "How long have y'all been together?" I ask. "A month. Imma dump her though. She way too childish to be honest." he says. "Why did you get with her then? I'm sure she was childish before y'all started dating." I say. "Naw, she started doing all that whining and bullshit after we got together. She stay accusing me of cheating when I'm a faithful ass nigga and I ain't about to keep on putting up with it." he says.

I shake my head. "Not gonna lie, you're really handsome&h__y&. I'm sure girls come at you a lot and you mean to tell me you don't cheat at all?" I ask. "I'm a nigga at the end of the day so I honestly be looking at other women but that's as far as it'll go. I don't be on no flirting shit or none of that when I'm in a relationship. If I can be loyal to my gang and shit I can be loyal to my girl too." he tells me.

I smile. "Damn I've never heard a dude say that." I admit. He laughs a little bit. "Every nigga have his lil fuck
ups but I swear I never understood how niggas can be loyal to a bunch of they niggas but not to a woman. That shit backwards." he says.

"Yeah, I agree." I say. "How come you don't have a boyfriend? You kinda sexy, I can't even lie. So, what you single for?" he asks. I look down at my hands, trying not to smile. "Sexy?" I ask. "Yeah. Nobody told you that you sexy before?" he asks. "Not really." I answer. He smiles. "Damn, Brooklyn. You like the good girl that's like a hood nigga dream girl and shit." he says. "Javier, let me find out you're flirting." I joke, making him laugh.

"Naw, I'm not flirting. I'm just keeping it real with you. You Quin girl anyway." he says, smirking. "Ew, no. We don't get along and we just met. We'll never be anything." I tell him. He starts laughing. "Mane, if he didn't see y'all fucking around at some point in life he never would've let you stay last night to be honest. He would've left you where you was at." he says as he pulls into their driveway.

I shrug my shoulders then get out of the car. I follow him to the front door, waiting for him to unlock it. I follow him in the house then pause. That big Mexican dyke bitch I fought is sitting on the couch smoking weed with Quin. She looks up then nods her  head at me. "Wassup pussy?" she asks. "Do you have a pussy or a dick? Deep voice having ass bitch." I say, rolling my eyes.

I could care less about how well she can fight. That shit don't fucking matter. I'm still not afraid of her and I'll fight her again. Quin starts laughing. "Brooke, chill yo ass out before she whoop yo ass one more time. Vanessa, this Brooklyn and Brooke, this my sister Vanessa." he says.

"First of all, my name ain't Brooke, it's Brooklyn so get it the fuck right." I demand. He raises his eyebrow, laughing at me. "She feisty as hell. You like a little Chihuahua or something bruh I ain't about to fight you again." Vanessa says, laughing. "I don't like how both of y'all are taking me as a joke. How about both of y'all musty asses kiss my butt with y'all piss in a pot smelling asses." I say.

Quin laughs then looks at Javier. "She staying with us." Javier says. The room falls silent. I swallow hard, looking away from them. I don't know what to say.  "For what? Hell naw. You needed a night and that's what you got. You on your own now." Quin says.   "It's cool, Javier. Don't worry about it." I say, pulling the social worker's card out of my purse.

"She didn't ask to stay, bruh, I told her she could. Fuck off with that bullshit." Javier says. "You mean to tell me you finna let a perfect stranger stay with y'all? Imma see y'all later, I'm about to go home." Vanessa says, standing up.

"The fuck you tell her that for? Brooklyn, you ain't staying here. Figure something out." Quin says. "Aight, bet. Brooklyn you can stay in my room with me. Nigga, act like she not here. She'll be my responsibility so if she fuck something up I'll take the blame for that shit." Javier says, pulling me towards the stairs by my hand.

"Get yo ass back over here when I'm talking!" Quin snaps, lightly pulling me back to him by my shoulder. "Get the fuck off me!" I demand, snatching away from his stupid ass. "Aight, bruh, you can stay but the minute you get on some lazy, bum ass shit you gotta go. I don't have kids and I don't need none so don't be in this bitch acting like a kid leaving yo mess all over the damn place." he says.

"Why you suddenly change your mind?" I ask. "Shit, I wanna know too." Javier says, laughing. "Cause I can." he answers, checking his phone. "I'm finna go talk to my girlfriend. Don't kill each other." Javier says, walking back to the front door.

I watch as he walks out of the house. If only I could go with him. I don't want to be stuck here dealing with Quin's attitude. I watch as Quin locks the door. "Why you standing there looking dumb?" he asks me. "I'm not looking dumb. I just don't know what to say to you." I answer. "Thank you sexy ass Quin would be real nice." he says, smiling wide. "You wish." I say, laughing at him.

"You got a job?" he asks. "No. My parents wouldn't let me get one but I'll get one and give you money to stay here or something." I answer. "Don't worry about it. You just got two things you need to do and that's cleaning up after yourself and going to school. Keep yo grades right too." he says. "Javier said the same thing but he told me to get a job. You guys sound like parents." I say. He starts laughing. "Where we from, a lot of the girls some hoes, got diseases, baby daddies, and a lot of em dropped out of school and on drugs and shit. I can honestly look at you and tell you got a bright ass future. Ion want you to fuck yourself up cause of what your parents did." he explains.

I smile a little. "That's probably the nicest thing you've said to me." I say, making him laugh. "I'm for real. I see something in you. Stay yo ass in school. That's where you belong. Leave the money making to me." he says. "I don't feel right depending on you guys for every single thing. I want to get a job and do something." I say. He shakes his head no. "Nope." he says.

I roll my eyes. I'm still gonna get one regardless. "I'm gonna get one to save my money so I can get my own." I say. "Naw, we got you. Your focus need to be keeping your grades up and getting accepted in college and moving yo ass into a dorm. Just go to college." he says.

"Are you in college?" I ask. "Hell naw. School not for everybody. When I was in school I made good grades but college ain't my thing. But you need to go." he says. "How you gon' tell me how I need to go if you aren't even in college?" I ask. "We from two different worlds, Brooklyn. What I do or don't do ain't got shit to do with you. Stay yo lil ass in school. What the hell else could you possibly do?" he asks, shaking his head.

"Be a stripper and a drug dealer." I answer. He looks at me crazy. "Start stripping and watch your ass be up out my house." he says. "Well, damn. What if I wanna be a drug dealer?" I ask. "You ain't built for that so kill that idea." he answers. "So? You ain't built for it neither." I say, laughing. He laughs a little. "Aight." he simply says.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask as he laughs. "Nothing. You need some clothes?" he asks. "Everything's at my house but I doubt I can go in there because it's a crime scene and it's under investigation because of what my dad was doing." I answer.

He grabs his car keys off the coffee table then stands up, pulling his slightly sagging pants up. "Come on." he demands. "Where we going?" I ask, following him to the front door. He ignores me as we walk out of the house.  "To the mall." he finally answers.

The ride here was quiet as hell. We're at the mall walking around in silence. "What's the catch? You trying to make me your prostitute?" I ask him as we walk in Finish Line. He starts laughing. "You got me fucked up. I ain't with that bullshit. I'm being nice. Get what you want though cause them ugly ass shoes you wearing gotta go." he says. I playfully push him. "My shoes aren't ugly dickwad." I say, making him laugh at me.

He leads me to the women's shoe section. "Them hoes ugly as a bitch." he says. I laugh then shake my head. "I like my shoes so shut up." I demand. A shoe salesman walks over to us. "Wassup? What can I help you with?" he asks. I smile a little. He's cute as hell. He's darkskinned with some sexy ass hazel eyes and deep wavy hair.

He smiles at me. "Um... do you have these in an eight?" I ask, handing him the pink Nike shoe. "Give me one second. I like this but I think the blue ones will look good on you, beautiful." he says, giving me a flirty look. I smile  then nod my head. "So, what's your name?" he asks. "You gon' get the fuckin' shoe or not my nigga?" Quin asks him.

He quickly walks away. "Why you wanna cock block? He's cute and he was flirting." I say. "That nigga wanna fuck your dumb ass and here you go falling into it." he says. "Not true. Mind your business." I say, rolling my eyes at him.

The guy walks back over here. "Here's the eight in the pink one. I'm Chauncey by the way." he introduces himself. "Brooklyn." I say, smiling. He reaches down in his pocket then hands me his phone. "May I have your number, beautiful?" he asks. "Yeah." I answer, taking his phone out of his hand.

I type my number in then hand it back to him. "When I get off tonight I'm gonna text you." he tells me. I smile a little. I'm not getting my hopes up high. He probably meets pretty girls and tries to talk to them all the time while working in the mall.

"That's fine." I say. I watch as he walks away to help other customers. Damn, he is fine. "To be honest, you cute as hell and I think we gon' fuck with each other the long way eventually so you need to kill whatever bullshit you think you finna have with that nigga." Quin says.

"I think not. I'm single and free to talk to whoever I want. And I'm not into you." I say. Javier is a different story but he's taken. He's so nice and Quin is just off to me.  He's too mean and I don't like that at all. That shit ain't cute or funny to me.

He starts laughing. "You correct. Don't spend my money then." he says. I narrow my eyes at him then throw the box of shoes at him. "I don't have to be into your ass. Keep your money." I say, then walk out of the store.

"The fuck was that shit you pulled?" he snaps on me, snatching me back to him. I roll my eyes at him then look over at the mall cop as he talks to a couple of women. "For one you need to quit snatching on me! In a gotdamn minute imma go snitch to the mall cop." I say. "So? Go suck that nigga dick and balls while you at it then." he says.

"I don't suck dick so how about you go over there and do it." I say. "Mane, quit playing with me like that." he demands, wrapping his arm around me. "I don't know why you all on me."  I say. "I bet your annoying ass wasn't complaining about my arm being around you last night when you was all up on me in the bed." he says, smirking. "I wasn't all on you boy I can't sleep without cuddling. You ain't special." I tell him.

"I'm real special. Bruh, hold on a second." he says. "For what?" I ask. "Hold the fuck on." he demands. I watch in annoyance as he walks back in Finish Line. My eyes travel to a man dressed in a nice suit as he stares at me. He looks like he's around fourty five, maybe.

"Um... hi." I awkwardly say, trying to figure out what he wants. He walks closer to me. "Good afternoon, Brooklyn." he says. "How do you know my name?" I ask. "I know your mother and father are both in jail." he says. "Nigga, who the fuck are you?" I ask. "All I'm gonna say is this, I don't give a fuck if your father in jail. That motherfucker owes me money and I still want my shit. If he fails to somehow get my money to me, me and you will be seeing each other again and it won't be pleasant. So, let your bitch ass father know that you'll be selling that pussy to pay his debt if he don't send my fucking money my way." he calmly says.

My eyes widen. "I ain't selling shit. You got me fucked all the way up. You better stop stalking me, bitch ass nigga. I'll call the fucking cops on your dry skin having ass. You piggy bank shaped ass nigga, get your fat ass on some gotdamn where." I go off.

He starts laughing. "You heard what I said. Tell him if I don't get my gotdamn money, he can kiss you goodbye because you'll be my whore and once you pop enough pussy to make my money back, I'm killing your useless ass." he says.

"Get your sick ass away from me. I'll kill your ass." I threaten him. He shakes his head. "Your mouth is smart and it'll be used for more than shit talking if I don't get my shit." he says. "Yeah, it'll be used for eating. Fuck off." I demand. He chuckles. "You heard what I said." he calmly says. I glare at him as he walks away. I can't believe my dad.

Quin walks over to me. "Why you making that face? Somebody fucked with you?" he asks, looking around. "No. I'm fine." I lie. I'd be lying if I said what that nigga just told me doesn't have me scared as hell but I wasn't gonna show his fat ass my fear. "You lying. The fuck going on?" he asks. "Nothing, Quin. I'm good." I lie.

He looks at me for a second. "Aight. Here." he says, handing me two Finish Line bags. "I went back and got the shoes and the shirt you looked at." he says. "Thank you. Can I ask you something?" I ask. "You just did." he says, making me laugh a little.

"I'm serious, Quin. I got a question." I say. "What is it?" he asks, walking beside me. "What do you do for money? Not to be nosey but you drive a Range Rover and Javier drives a Audi and your mom was driving a new BMW yesterday but y'all live in the hood so I don't get it. Where do you work? Y'all hiring?" I ask.

He bursts into laughter. "What's funny? I'm for real." I say. He shakes his head. "Don't worry about it. Just go with the flow. You trying to make some quick cash?" he asks. "Yes but I'm not doing anything that'll get me hurt or locked up." I answer. "Alright. Let's go then." he says.

QUIN

"Who lives here?" Brooklyn asks as I pull into the driveway of one of my friends' house. I ignore her then get out of my truck. "You gon' get out or just sit there?" I ask. She rolls her eyes then gets out.

I lead her to the front door then unlock it. My nigga Andrew gave me the key a long ass time ago. We walk in. This house is in a nice neighborhood the police don't come to like that for a reason. On the outside it's just an everyday family house when really it's where we keep a few drugs sometimes but nothing major.

"Wassup nigga?" Andrew asks, nodding his head at me. "Who is this?" he asks. "Brooklyn." she introduces herself, smiling. Both of these mothafuckas sitting in my face eyeing the shit out of each other. "That's two niggas you been attracted to today and I won't be surprised if your ass want Javier too. Slow that hoe ass shit down. Smiling in every nigga face and shit bruh chill out." I tell her straight up.

"Damn, nigga, you didn't have to do her like that." Andrew says, laughing. "Shit, I call it like I see it." I say. "I'm attracted to everybody but your rude ass and that's why the fuck you mad now." she says. Andrew raises his eyebrow then looks away. "Bruh... so, y'all want some fruit peanut butter crackers?" he awkwardly asks, trying to change the subject.

"Fuck that shit. If you run your mouth, we gon' have some issues Brooklyn." I say. "I ain't a snitch and run my mouth about what?" she asks. "Come on." I demand. Andrew and I lead her to the basement where we keep a little bit of weed and pills at. We don't ever keep too much in a house and all of this shit will be gone tonight. That's how we operate. We get that shit and get it out as quick as possible.

Andrew gets the pounds of weed out. I'm about to put her lil ass to work. He sits the bags down on the folding table in the middle of the floor. "Give me your phone." I demand. "For what? And what the hell am I sitting in front of all this weed for?" she asks.   "Cause I don't need yo dumb ass calling nobody or taking no pictures of it so give it here." I demand. She rolls her eyes at me then hands me her whole purse. "Just take the whole thing then, hell. Okay, so explain this."  she says.  "This called Bruce Banner. The percentage of THC in it is twenty nine. This some good ass shit." Andrew tells her.

"Are y'all trying to fucking die? I ain't smoking it." she says. "It ain't here for you to smoke and the shit won't kill you, dumb ass. Weed is a medication." I say. "Yeah, a medication that'll get your dumb ass locked up." she says. Andrew looks at me then shakes his head. "We in California. Think." he says.

"Okay so what does this have to do with me making money?" she asks. I grab the scale then sit it on the table along with some baggies for the weed to go in. "You finna weigh this shit and put it in these bags. Each bag should have an ounce of weed in it aight? Pay attention." I say.

I grab the big bag of weed then open it. I take some out then put it on the scale. "See, this ain't enough up here. You gotta make sure this shit precise." I tell her, putting more weed on the scale. "Now it's too much up here. You gotta make sure it's exactly an ounce." I say, taking a little off. "You see that number?" I ask, pointing at the scale. "That's what should be on the scale then you put it in a bag, write the number on the part of the bag that says contents, then you put it to the side and I'll handle the rest. The number may exceed that but try to get it as precise as possible." I say.

"I never told your ass I'm helping with a weed operation. Hell to the no." she says. I blankly stare at her as I put the weed in the bag. "If you don't shut the fuck up and bag this shit up." I say, taking more out the big bag. "Hell no. I didn't sign up for this." she says. "A thousand dollars." I say. Her eyes light up. "Mhm, so how much gotta be on the scale again?" she asks me, suddenly interested.

Andrew starts laughing. "An ounce. I see you weren't paying attention. Now look." I say, pointing at the number on the scale. "Can I write the number down as a reference?" she asks. Andrew throws me a notebook and a pen. I rip a sheet of paper out then give it to her. "Just pay attention." I say. I'll be watching to correct her mistakes but I didn't feel like doing this bullshit myself so it's her job for now.

She writes it down then moves the paper out the way. "Should I feel funny?" she asks. "What you mean?" Andrew asks her. She starts laughing a little. "I think I'm high." she says, leaning back in her chair. I facepalm myself then look at Andrew. "I got it." he says, laughing.

I shake my head at Brooklyn as she rubs her eyes. "I'm sleepy." she slowly says, laughing. I should've known she'd be high as fuck by now. "Just be back with Javier ready to move this shit tonight. Lock the door." Andrew says, opening up a bag. I nod my head. Imma have to find something else for Brooklyn to do cause she ain't ready for no shit like this yet.

"Get up." I demand. She slowly stands up. "Boy, you got my heart beat running away. Beating like a drum and it's coming your way." she sings, grabbing my arm. She standing here laughing at nothing at all. "Mane, cut it out." I demand, leadingher out the basement.

I lightly push her out the front door then walk out behind her. "Don't push me. I'm a lady." she says, rolling her eyes at me. I shake my head then get in my truck. She still standing in front of the house looking stupid as hell. I crank the truck up then roll my window down. "You must wanna get left?" I ask. I'm dead ass serious. I got some pussy waiting on me so she need to come on.

She gets in then buckles her seat belt. "Can I drive?" she asks. Her eyes are red as hell. "Hell naw, you high and then you not finna wreck my shit." I answer. She rolls her eyes at me. She stay rolling her eyes. I'll be glad when they get stuck in the back of her big ass head.

"When we get over here don't start no shit." I say to her as I drive through a bitch neighborhood. I met her at a party like two weeks ago. I pull in her driveway. "Why you keep taking me to these random houses?" Brooklyn asks, yawning. I ignore her then get out.

She follows me to the front door. I ring the doorbell then step back. Mya opens the door with her robe open and nothing underneath. I feel my dick hardening already. "Damn. You look good." I compliment her. I met her at a party and smoked with her and she sucked me off in the bathroom. I don't consider her a hoe for that though. She cool as hell and she open with her sexuality. That shit ain't my business though. I don't care as long as I get my nut.

"What the fuck Quin?" Brooklyn mumbles, looking away. "Oh shit." Mya says, closing her robe. "Quin, you didn't tell me you were bringing your little sister with you." She awkwardly says.

I look at Brooklyn. "I'm not his sister." she says. "Who the hell are you then?" Mya asks, looking at her funny. "Nobody." she mumbles. "My bad, Mya. I didn't expect you to come to the door like that. This Brooklyn. She my... my... shit I don't know what she is." I say. She rolls her eyes then lets us in.

"Meet me in my room." she says. Mya is a twenty three year old stripper and she fine as fuck to me. She about 5'8, darkskinned, and her hair naturally long. I wouldn't ever wife her but fucking the shit out of her is fine with me. She got a boyfriend anyway but she stay cheating on his ass.

I look at Brooklyn as she glares at me. "I know you didn't bring me to some woman's house for you to fuck her!" she screams. I raise my eyebrow. "Who the fuck you think you losing your temper on? Better sit there and shut up." I demand, walking towards the back.

"Oh okay. You got me fucked up." I hear her say. I walk in Mya's room. "Why didn't you tell me you were bringing her? She sexy too, Quin. See if she wanna join us. I wanna suck on her pussy bad as hell." Mya says, biting her lip.

I shake my head. "Why you worried about her?" I ask, laying her on her bed. She arches her back. I pull my pants and boxers down then pull a condom out my pocket. I grab her waist then slide in her from the back. Her pussy real good, I can't even lie.

We fucked and now I'm putting my pants back on. She rolls over on her back. "Damn, Quin, that dick so good, baby." she says. "Where my keys at?" I ask her. "You probably dropped them." she answers.

I walk out of her room and into the living room. The door is wide open. I know Brooklyn didn't do what I think she did.

I walk out of the house.  "I've been waiting for you to bring your ass out this house. Fuck your ugly ass, now walk back to your house!" Brooklyn snaps on me out the window of my truck. "Get out my shit!" I yell at her, storming over to the truck.

She pulls off fast and crazy. I glare at my truck as she speeds up the street. Mya starts dying laughing. "Dang, Quin she dipped on you." Mya says, laughing at me. I shake my head in frustration. She gotta go. This exactly why I didn't want her with me. She already causing me unnecessary problems when I'm doing everything I can to be nice to her.

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