July 22nd, 2023 | Saturday

Paris felt like Treyvon was making his life much more harder than it truly needed to be. He loved his bestfriend, but if he kept putting him in the predicament where he and his sister had to be in each other's presence he couldn't promise a line wouldn't be crossed by him.

To be fair, something in him yearned for her from the first moment that he'd seen her. Back then, he hadn't know Josiah was his sister, and when he did realize he dropped it. Now, it was growing harder for him to do being as though her energy drew him to her.

"Nigga do you hear me talking to you." Jordan spoke breaking Paris from his momentary thoughts, keeping his tatted hand on the steering wheel that he was using to navigate them through the neighborhood.

"Nah, I got a lot of heavy shit on my mind, what you had said." Paris retorted calmly, the pressure of his foot growing heavier as he pressed it on the gas—anxious to arrive at his best friends home where he was sure Josiah would also be.

He never realized how much they hung out at Treyvon's house until he was trying to avoid it. That's how things always worked though, never in his favor. "I said did yo slut ass fuck bro sister. Ian gon' snitch." Jordan leaned up since he was sitting in the passenger seat.

Paris opened his mouth to speak, shocked by the question but unmoved at the same time. "Nah I take that back, baby girl too good for that. Do you want to fuck her though?" This time his question was more reasonable, but he was crazy to think Paris would answer that.

"Do you." Paris retorted in a calm like state, making a turn on Pine avenue where the somewhat nice homes resided, driving up the street.

He carefully parked on the curb in front of the home, and turned the car off looking at Jordan. Jordan smirked just to get on his nerves like he knew it would. "Maybe." He lied.

Paris stared at him for a moment before he let out a chuckle. "Fuck on man." He shook his head opening the door to his side, beginning to get out of the spacious car.

Jordan rushed to do the same, and once he opened his door Paris hit the locks. Shutting his, he sauntered up the side walk that led to the home and up the three steps where he entered the home without a knock.

Jordan wasn't far behind, as they entered and Natalia looked up from her work laptop. "A knock would be nice." She rolled her eyes at the two. She couldn't stand them with every fiber in her body.

They had been friends with Tre longer than she had even known Norman, so their spot as best friends had been solidified long before she was a factor. "We ain't knocked on this door since we was ten years old." Jordan retorted, unable to understand why she hadn't gotten used to their presence yet.

"And you also lack proper etiquette skills so there's no shocker there either." She quipped, now giving the both of them her attention.

"And you also lack eyebrows." Jordan shot back, arguing with the grown woman like she was their age—or even worse, like they were both immature middle schoolers. It never failed.

Paris grabbed ahold of his cousins shirt, and pulled him along towards the back of the house where they were supposed to be going in the first place. "Fuck off, dude." Jordan shrugged him off. "I can't stand her aggravating ass."

Paris laughed, "I'm sure she can't stand yo ass either my boy. Why you sit there and argue with that woman, you know you 'posed to respect yo elders fool."

Jordan looked away, signaling that he wasn't even trying to hear what his cousin was saying. "Aye look man, ha' fake bougie ass be starting with me and you know it." He argued, as the door to the right of them opened.

Not paying attention to where she was going, Josiah made her way out of her room with her towel draped over her shoulder, bumping right into Paris. "Oh—oh! I'm sorry," She quickly apologized for her clumsiness.

Paris attempted to force his mouth to open, wanting to accept her apology. He stood there in dismay as she studied the astonishment on his face in question. Unfortunately, her things wouldn't be arriving for another two days so she had to mix match pieces of a bathing suit.

Her white bikini top was a bit on the smaller side opposed to what she preferred, covering her nipples and just a little bit more. Then, the pink bottoms which showed an indication of mix match was almost like a thong as it did nothing to cover her butt cheeks, and lastly, her blue bottom cover up finished it off.

Besides the color mix, the way it highlighted her body made it appear to be phenomenal. He never even realized he hadn't seen her belly piercing up close until now, —only the bright shine it illuminated from party lights—but it fit her somehow in a way he couldn't explain. "You straight, lil girl," He licked his bottom lip, showing his interest through his eyes.

She blushed and dropped her head before sliding past him. She quickly walked away, needing to put distance between them. She had been here for a little under two weeks and she felt like Paris was testing her. "Mmm," He let out watching her butt jiggle.

Jordan looked at his cousin, a smirk growing on his face. "You hell Dice, real shit." He slapped his palm against his cousins shoulder for extra effect. "Leave dat girl alone, I'm tellin' you."

Paris never took his eyes off of the girl as she grew farther  away. "She got a nigga." He stated, to place doubt in Jordan's mind about his intentions.

"Oh damn you right. And she from Chicago ainnit? Ha nigga probably could beat yo ass and have a shootout wit yo ass too." Jordan grinned, turning it right back around to get under Paris' skin instead. He loved to bother him,

Paris smacked his teeth once the back slide door shut where Josiah had disappeared to. "Shit get wicked wit me too. Fuck that where you from shit." He shook his head and Jordan squinted his eyes. "Mufuckas either wit it, or they aint. Fuck yo birth place." He finished.

Jordan only looked at him side ways realizing he was serious about the words spilling from his mouth. That worried him a bit. "Why yo stupid ass trynna have shootouts."

"Nigga you brought it up." He countered, "Imma be in there in a second, go head." His words made Jordan look at him weirdly, unsure of what to make from the words.

"Come on bro... don't." Jordan was trying to be the voice of reason and warn him of all the dangers he could face if he kept playing the dangerous game. It was one thing to admire from a distance, but he was taking it much further.

Paris slipped past him, deciding not to address what he was saying because he was just assuming. In reality, his intentions weren't even what Jordan was thinking, he just wanted to ask her a simple question. Opening the slide door ever so softly , he stepped out just in time to see her slowly dipping into the pool.

He forgot they had it because it never got used anymore rather than when they were teenagers. He closed the door back, stalking over to the pool steps. When she turned in the water, her eyes almost popped out of her head. "Jeez Paris you could've at least told me you were standing there." She let out.

Furrowing his eyebrows he tilted his head to the side. "Why you keep doin' that?" He slowly came down to a squat with his elbows resting on his knees staring her in the eyes.

"Doing what?" She let her head fall back in the cool water floating on her back while slowly flapping her arms underneath the water. She had no idea what he was referring too.

Reaching out to her, he used his index finger to slip under the thin string holding each side of the front of her bikini together. He pulled it towards himself, and she reluctantly let him continue—pulling her floating body as close as he could.

No matter how much she tried to fight his small advances, their chemistry was undeniable and this moment proved her thoughts right. When they were inches apart he said, "You keep callin' me Paris."

She blinked and he could see the confusion swirling her eyes, trying to recall if she had done something wrong by calling him his name. "Sorry, would you prefer your nickname, Dice." She softly replied, backing away only for him to pull her back with his finger looped in her bathing suit .

He maintained his expression although it was hard to do so, hearing her say the nickname wasn't the same. It didn't give him the unusual feeling like when she gracefully called him Paris. He was conflicted just by the thought, unsure of what to make from the situation. The pools of honey in her eyes gazed back into his, simply waiting for a response that he couldn't conjure up himself.

"You know you can let me go right." He was so thankful that she had spoken again giving him enough leeway in order to maneuver the conversation into something else.

"Why you trynna get away," He quickly retorted matching her stare and sustaining the eye contact between them. What was a simple statement, triggered her to ponder on a deeper level.

She allowed her head to hang back again. "Just trying to go with the flow, except you won't let me float. I asked if you would've preferred me to call you Dice, Paris." She smirked just to get on his nerves with the simple fact she once again said his government name. "You know what I thought about." Her voice broke the silence once again.

He liked it.

He'd always thought he was a fan of soft voices, but the raspy voice that the girl in front of him possessed, completely changed his narrative. It was much more soothing than what he was used to, even enough to send him to sleep if she spoke long enough. "You stay thinkin', but what it is." He retorted.

"Don't you have a girlfriend." Instead of leaning back, she came closer allowing him to remove his finger. She rested her forearms on the hot concrete ground around the pool, then placed her chin on top.

She was still looking up at him as a look of confusion ran across his face. "Nah, ion got no girlfriend. Where you get that shit from." He replied, hoping to stretch out the conversation longer anyway. Even if that meant answering unnecessary questions.

Twisting her lips to the side, she looked unconvinced. She definitely didn't think there was a full truth to his words, or maybe she was just projecting because she was in a relationship but it somehow kept slipping her mind when he was around. "That girl, Lilah. I thought she was your girlfriend, she was really nice."

He scoffed followed by a grin. "Nah, she just a friend, lil one." He wished he could stop because the nickname was beginning to stick for him. "She hang wit all of us all da time. She damn near apart of the group or whateva you wanna call it." His words were honest, but deceitful at the same time. He was leaving major parts out.

"Really? So that means me and her will probably get close huh." She thought about it. The relationship she had with her brother already let her know that she would most likely be spending a lot of time with him — and his friends— but knowing there was a girl included in that made it better for her.

Paris bit his tongue because that wasn't how he wanted her to perceive his words. Her hanging around Lilah, could ruin the potential he had deliriously created of them in the complicated thing he called a mind. "I guess, but I would find some better friends than her."

Lilah had a reputation, and he didn't want that getting attached to her of all people. "Don't throw shade, rudeness. You're being manipulative." She laughed , and he could no longer fight a smile.

"How the fuck I'm being manipulative." He pointed at himself, only feeding her allegations.

"You said it in a way so that it won't seem like you're blatantly telling me not to befriend her opposed to me deciding and thinking for myself without your words to cloud my judgement." She accused.

"Well, something tell me yo judgement suck anyway." He challenged her. When silence occurred, he continued. "True, but I wouldn't say dats manipulative. I'm just trynna look out, we friends ainnit?" His words caused her to splash water in his face.

"Manipulative. You still doing it." She backed away in case he tried to return the gesture to her.

She watched him use his shirt to wipe the chlorine water from his face.  "Aight lil girl, learn on yo own then." He didn't realize that he was still being manipulative, even by saying that. He was so used to getting his way with words he didn't realize that's what was occurring.

He watched her flip on her back, dunking into the water—where her long curly tresses were now sticking to her back. "Stop calling me little girl and little one." She challenged, her face dripping with water moving the pieces of hair that was stuck to her face.

"My bad, you prefer Jojo?" He asked even though he knew he wasn't going to call her that. "Or how bout dis, what's your first and middle name?" He quizzed.

She wondered if the position he was in was growing uncomfortable for him yet like it would be had it been her, but he looked unmoved. "Josiah Alore.  And my instagram is Siahalore in case you wanna follow." She sweetly smiled.

"Aight Siah, I could fuck wit it." He finally stood to his full height forcing her to tilt her head back in order to look directly at his face. "You comin' out tonight?" He didn't want to admit he was hoping she said yes.

"Nah, I got a show to catch up on, and Tre won't tell me where so I said forget it. Have fun though." She pushed water in front of her, and it took her backwards with the force.

"Fasho," He turned before walking away.

Siahalore

Treyvon was beyond hype watching the all red sports car weave and bob through the rest of the vehicles. Everyone had crowded what was marked as the finish line to see who would be arriving over the line first. Treyvon was clenching his fists feeling as if he could taste the win in his mouth, eager to see the outcome. "Come on, bro." He mumbled underneath his breath.

He held his breath as the car finally made it over the line, a clean cut, and a clear win prompting him to jump slightly before he quickly calmed himself, not wanting people to see how excited he was. As the rest of the cars began coming across the finish mark, Paris hopped out of the one he was just controlling, unable to fight the smile as his friends started rushing towards him.

"You did that shit nigga, what the fuckkkk." Jordan quickly dapped him up, knowing his cousin just put lots of money in his pockets from the bets they made on the session that just occurred. "I swea' on my momma nobody seein' you in this toe taggin' shit, what the fuck." There was clear excitement in his tone.

Paris let out a laugh before he felt the small arms wrap around his body holding him tightly. "You did so good, I'm so proud of you!" Lilah squealed, hoping that he felt her words deep down within him because it was the truth. He never failed them.

" 'Preciate it, girl." He gave her a friendly pat on the back while she hugged him, and she frowned pulling away from him. The small move may have meant nothing to him, but it made her feel played in a sense. He couldn't even hug her back in public, yet she often thought about their future life and kids.

He respected her more than any other male in her life ever had, and somehow she still felt like dirt when it came to him. She couldn't understand for the life of her, what she was doing wrong. "I gotta go get my shit, den we can hit up the IHOP or something." He promised while pushing her away so that she could unwrap her arms from around him.

She quickly dropped her arms and her cheeks flushed, backing away, "Oh yeah, sorry. Okay hurry back though." She giggled softly, as he moved around her to head to the other side. Toe tagging was illegal and he definitely wasn't doing it for free, he was owed money and it was time to collect.

Realistically, it wasn't even supposed to be a racing thing, but his peers seemed to always turn something into a gambling session and this was one he quickly got involved into—making the best money he ever had.

"Fasho." He threw over his shoulder before making his way over to where his destination was. "Waddup," He dapped the boy in front of him up. It was knowledge you had to be a good sport doing things like this because without proper restraints any spats and alterations could end up very deadly.

"What's good youngin, yo ass did it again huh." He laughed, passing him the backpack full of money he had just raced for fair and square, leading him to unzip it—mentally counting the stacks of money wrapped in paper with the numbers 1,000 on each one. " You good for next week?" He questioned, and Paris nodded his head.

Throwing it over his shoulder carefully he made a halt, "Saturday or Friday?"

"Saturday."

Paris turned to walk away, and he sighed at the sight of his ex girlfriend, Kiari. He and the girl didn't really leave off on bad terms, she just didn't get her way as much with him as she wanted or felt that she could so they mutually broke it off with each other. The aftermath was what put them on a bad note though. "Congratualtions, weird ass nigga."

He smirked, shaking his head. "Thank you, Ari. You really mean that shit, or you just sayin' that to give you a reason to talk to me." He pondered, it seemed that he never failed to give her the time of day when she demanded it. His feelings for her had dissipated, but she guilted him into believing he was the reason their cordial friendship after the break up didn't work.

"Dont say it like im the issue ready for a come back, you the one who fucked up what we had boy. You do realize that right? Or you just as delusional too." She placed her hand on her hip, poking it out slightly once she shifted all her weight to one leg calmly.

His eyes remained glued to her as he allowed her to go on her rant as always. "Ari, I didn't know the girl was yo fucking bestfriend, and we wasn't together." He spoke on his behalf, and she smacked her lips with an eye roll.

She didn't believe it for a second. "You still be dealing wit her though, Dice! That shit aint cool, for real!" She snapped on him, gaining a few eyes but she didn't care, deep down she was truly hurt. Paris didn't know he had sex with her best friend, but she still needed someone to put it on. "Its like you dont give a fuck bout my feelings!"

Blowing out a breath, he willed himself to remain as calm as he could. "Kiari, you aint my girl no more, meaning I don't owe you no loyalty. You broke up with me, remember?" His words led her to look away unable to meet his penetrating gaze anymore. "Hold her accountable, not me."

"Dice, you gotta understand that I felt like you were my right person at the wrong time, therefore our breakup was only temporary in my mind. That was what the whole friendship thing was about, I still loved you, so you can't blame me if my feelings are hurt." She claimed.

"Which I definitely understand, but why am I getting blamed. I didn't cheat on you, and I didn't know. How many times I gotta say that shit." He was growing agitated after feeling like he was repeating himself over and over. He didn't understand what she wanted him to do, because he couldn't fix it, and it wasn't intentional.

When he felt arms wrap around him, his heart dropped to his feet. "Dice, I thought you said we were all gonna go to Ihop or something." Lilah pointed, but she knew exactly what she was doing.

"You got this bitch here, are you fucking playing wit me right now Dice!?" Kiari exclaimed, looking at her now ex-best friend. She felt a sense of embarrassment, but she couldn't control her ill feelings considering it felt like Lilah had stabbed a sharp knife right into her back with no remorse. "And bitch you know what you was doing! You aint innocent as you tryna make it seem."

Paris had to agree with her there, Lilah knew what she was walking into, and that only made matters worse. She was provoking Kiari, and he didn't find it amusing or cool. Lilah knew who he was before they started, he didn't know her. A big reason he still dealt with Lilah on a friendship level was because of the simple fact that he felt he was the one to break up their friendship.

Realistically, that wasn't true. He wasn't aware she knew of him because he didn't know of her, but she would let him think that if it meant he would show pity and give her some of his attention like she wanted in the first place."What am I doing Kiari? We aint friends no more and im free to do whatever the fuck I want." Lilah blinked calmly.

She didn't have a doubt in her mind that if it came down to it Paris would pick her side. "Girl you can cut the friend shit out, trynna make it seem like you still fuck wit him cause we ain't friends when it definitely didnt matter when we were. That's the weird shit I be talking about." Kiari felt her skin burning up at the way she had been snaked.

"Aye you got that cheese nigga?" Tre came up, oblivious to the scene occurring, tapping his shoulder.

"Yeah, let's go ahead and dip, you got yo cheese too?" He questioned moving out of Lilah's hold and walked away, if she was smart she would follow, but he was done with the conversation. He was hungry, and he wanted to get high and he couldn't do that while conversing about something he was trying to move on from.

Making his way to the car, he opened the door and slid in the car while Tre and Jordan took the back. Lilah was slowly walking back to the car, feeling as if she somehow made a fool of herself, even though just a few minutes earlier she was sure Kiari was the fool.

"You done being petty and shit or what." Paris immediately spoke when she got in the passenger seat of his car, not liking how she went about things. "Starting to wonder if I should cut yo ass off because you pushing it now. Let me know if you knew about me and Kiari when we ran into each other at the club." He wasn't yelling but his voice obviously gave the impression that he was irritated.

Lilah silently shook her head, realizing that she let her jealousy get the best of her and almost blew her own secret in the process. "I'm sorry okay, I just think it's highly disrespectful how you were conversing with your ex for everyone to see after everyone just saw us hugged up. I look like the bird brain bitch, not you." She retorted to save face for herself.

"Everybody already know yall used to be bestfriends so you looked like a bird brain anyway." Jordan blurted before his jaw dropped at his own statement. "Why the fuck would I say that. I apologize, Lilah." He wasn't sorry because thats how he felt, he was sorry because he said it out loud.

"Fuck yall, take me home!" She prayed Paris didn't listen to her.

"Happily." He pressed his foot on the gas.

Today has been very shitty, but let's unpack!

Jordan warning Paris not to go there but he ain't listening, and Josiah projecting due to her amazing boyfriend Micah!!!!????

Paris got an illegal side hustle, but he be making racks so let's turn the blind eye💯

It seem like Lilah snaked her old friend and Paris ain't realize yet chile.

Yall feel like Paris owed Kiari loyalty since they broke up?

Predictions?

Get to like 215 votes. I'm trynna find a number that's not too high, but gives me time to write a new chapter yall know???

MYA OUT🫡