A Thug's Only Love

Chapter 1.

Tuesday,

October 11th.

' Nori POV '

"Wake yo fatass up and get the f**k up out of my house! And why you at it, stop locking my damn doors." Karen, my mom, said as she pounded on my door. I ignored her just to avoid conflict. My head is pounding this morning, and I honestly don't know why.

I got up from the beat up mattress, that I call my bed, which was on the floor. I grabbed my old Nike coat, which is the only coat that I have. Then I grabbed my old pair of blue jeans, which is my only source of pants. I grabbed my old, black wife beater that was on the floor.

I looked around for my bra and some clean panties. When I finally found them, I grabbed them, my toothbrush, some toothpaste, and a brush. I made sure I had everything then opened my door. I looked up and down the hallway before I proceeded to the bathroom. Once I reached the bathroom, I closed and locked the door.

I looked down at the clothes I had and grimaced. I wear the same clothes every day because these are the only clothes that I have besides the old, nightgown, which I have on now. Everything I have now is stolen. I didn't want to steal it, but I had to get it how I had to get it.

I stripped out of my gown and cut the shower on. I grabbed my face towel and towel then got into the cold shower.

Let me gone and get something out the way. Everything that I have and I do mean everything is stolen. I had to steal stuff to maintain. I only steal what I need which is panties, a bra, a shirt, a pair of pants, socks, shoes, a coat, deodorant, soap, towels, toothbrush & toothpaste, and food & water. I don't steal just to steal. But let me get back to what I was doing.

I shivered as I felt the cold water hit onto my body. You would think after taking as many cold showers as I do, I would have gotten used to the coldness.

I scrubbed my body squeaky clean with some vanilla soap. When I finished, I cut the shower off and got out. I dried my body off then I slipped on my panties and bra.

Damn, I didn't bring my deodorant. I'll just have to get some when I go back to my room.

I slipped on my pants and shirt. I put my coat on, and I started doing my hair. Doing my hair consists of water and using Karen's old brush and twisters.

I put my hair in a messy bun then I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were dull and my skin was not glowing. I averted my eyes away from the mirror and grabbed my gown.

I opened the bathroom then looked up and down the hall before walking to my room. When I made it to my room, I closed & locked the door behind me.

I bet y'all wondering why I do all that. I have to do it because Karen is a crackhead ass hoe who has multiple men in and out of the house. Also, I don't want to have to go through one of her men flirting with me again.

I laid my gown, toothbrush, toothpaste, and brush on my beat up mattress then grabbed my deodorant. I put some on and sat it back down on my mattress.

I went to the corner and slid on my socks which had holes in it. Then I slid on my beat up black vans. After I did everything, I grabbed my books and opened my door. I looked both ways then I walked out and walked into the living room to see Karen shooting heroin up her vein. I grimaced at the sight.

"What yo fat ass looking at? I ain't no cheeseburger. Take yo big ass on now." She said. I stuck my middle finger up and walked out of the house.

I looked around as I seen kids walking & talking, thugs doing their little s**t, and the older ladies on their porch gossiping. I rolled my eyes at the sight of Newly Court, also known as the projects.

I walked to the bus stop and waited with some other kids for the bus. While I was waiting, I overheard some niggas talking about their hustle.

"Man nigga, how much you made?" One asked.

"$2,000," The other one said really excited. See that's where he messed up at. Never let another man know yo hustle and how much bread you got.

"Damn, I only got $500. Black gone be happy with you." One said. Black. The most feared drug lord in Bankhead. I have been hearing about him for years. Females want to have his kids and niggas wanna be him.

Me, on the other hand, don't give a f**k about him. I got my own s**t to worry about.

The bus pulling up, pulled me out of my thoughts. I got on and went to my seat that was in the front. Well not before speaking to Mr. Johnson, the bus driver.

"Hey Mr. Johnson, how are you?" I said with a soft smile as I sat in the seat right behind his chair. He looked at me through the rearview mirror and smiled.

"I'm fine Nori just these hemorrhoids killing my ass." He said and I laughed. Did I also mention that he is very uncut?

"Well, Mr.Johnson are you taking your meds?" I asked as he drove down the street, while all the loud ass kids in the back talked and laughed. It's too damn early for this.

"I am might as fact. Ruby ass stay on me. I can't even s**t in peace with her. But that's my baby, wouldn't trade her for the world." He said and I smiled. Ruby is his wife and they have been married for 30 years. One day I hope I can find love like that one day.

"How is Ms.Ruby doing? I haven't seen her in a minute." I asked.

"She is fine. She is just trying to keep herself busy since she retired." He said as he pulled up to the school. I nodded.

"Well tell her I asked about her," I said as everybody walked off of the bus. I always wait for everybody else get off before I get off.

"I will and you have a nice day today. See you later." He said and I nodded with a smile.

"I will," I said as I walked down the steps off the bus.

Then I started walking inside the school building. As I was walking, somebody bumped into me.

"Fatass watch it," Monica said while her lil pets circled around me. Monica is one of the most popular girls in school. How? I don't f*****g know. Probably because she can suck d**k good. But anyways Monica has 3 lil pets that follow behind her: Brittany, Kia, & Queesha.

"My name is Nori and you bumped into me. Now, please move out of my way." I said.

"What if I don't want to move, fatass?" She asked getting in my face as some freshman walked over.

"Monica, DP wants you." The dude told her looking down. She started smiling when she looked at me.

"Better be lucky, fatass. This isn't over either." Monica said and snapped her fingers at her lil pets. Then they walked away to a Cadillac Escalade.

I rolled my eyes at the fact that I would have to walk past them to get inside of the building.

I started walking and then I walked past the Escalade which had 2 men in it. Monica was talking to the one on the passenger side. I don't even see why he even dealing with her hoe ass. Anyways, I caught eyes with the man who was driving it, but I looked away and continued my walk inside the building.

When I made it inside the building, I went to my first-period class which is Mr.Lammon class. He is a very sweet man, but he can be stern too.

"Hey, Mr.Lammon!" I said with a smile as I took my seat up front.

"Hello, my favorite student." He said as he stopped writing on the board and looked at me with a smile then started back writing.

I sat my textbooks on the side of me and got my history book out since I'm in history class. As I was taking my book out, the bell rung to tell all the kids to go to class.

I looked at the board and seen it was a bell ringer on it. I grabbed my tablet which I used for every class and started doing it as kids started walking in.

I was doing my work and minding my business when Rasheed, my best friend, came and took his seat by me. He is the only person I have.

"Wassup b***h?" He said to me as I wrote down the last of my answers. Did I mention he was gay? No? My bad. He's gay.

"Nun much. Where were you this morning? I didn't see you." I spoke.

"Woke up late and had to make Rodney bring me here. Girl and why did I hear that Monica hoe ass started some s**t earlier? You better tell me it's a lie fo' I start cutting bitches." He said. I chuckled and shook my head. Rodney is his older brother. He's cool people, and he is a college student. He's actually the opposite of Sheed. Sheed ass is loud, uncut, and just don't give a f**k. Rodney, on the other hand, is quiet but not too quiet, and he's laid back.

"Chill Sheed, but she did bump into me and called me fat or whatever but I can handle myself," I said.

"She called you fat? b***h, you ain't nowhere near fat, you thick! And I know you can handle yourself, but you be handling s**t the nice way. b***h, you know we from the ghetto. Let's tag team the b***h!" Rasheed said loud as f**k.

"Mr.Coleman, could you please watch your language!" Mr.Lammon hissed.

"My fault, Mr.B. But bitches be getting me 38 hot in this muhh' fucka," Sheed said. I shook my head.

The second bell rung and Monica and one of her pets, Queesha came in. I really hate they take this class with us.

"Well look it's the fat girl and the gay boy," Monica said walking past our desk making everybody laugh. I rolled my eyes. It wasn't even funny.

"Well look it's the walking STD-" I was cut off by Sheed.

"& her ass licker. Now get the f**k out of our damn faces before my gay ass jump over these desks and tap yall bony asses." Sheed said.

"Jump across this desk & ima get DP & Black to f**k yo ass up," Monica said. I'm tired of hearing Black's name. They are acting like this nigga God or some s**t.

"b***h get em' and president Obama too. f**k you thought this was?" Sheed said.

"Okay, everyone sit down so we can start class," Mr.Lammon said, but Monica and Queesha still stayed their asses right in front of us.

"Ms. Jones and Ms. Teagan, take your seats before y'all be making y'all ways to the principal office," Mr.Lammon said and then they mugged us and went and sat down.

"They asses make me sick," I said.

"Girrrrl, me too," Sheed said with a stank face. I chuckled.

While Mr.Lammon was teaching, a boy came in. He was the same boy that was standing by the Escalade. I have seen him multiple times around here. I just don't associate with him, and he doesn't associate with me.

"And why are you late?" Mr. Lammon asked.

"Cause I had s**t to handle." He said and walked to the back & sat down.

"Curse words aren't used in my class. Use it again and you're out." He said.

I heard him say a few more cuss words and all that, but I guess Mr.Lammon ain't hear them.

"But gay boy Rasheed just said some," Queesha said smirking.

"And b***h you gone be saying a whole bunch of em once my gay ass beat yo bald head ass," Sheed said calmly and earning a glare from Mr.Lammon.

"My fault but can you carry on with your teaching," Sheed said. I shook my head. Then Mr.Lammon started back talking about the Aztec and Inca Indians.

"Girl, so how about Black's gang are throwing him a birthday, party and my cousin go with his cousin and she invited me. So you wanna come with me?" He said. I rolled my eyes. He forever trying to get me to go out.

"No. I'm going to be busy," I said.

"Busy doing what? Moping in yo small ass room on that damn mattress scared to come out? That ain't living Nori. You're my friend, and I want what's best for you. So you're going out with me and ion care what you say. You will be staying at my spot too." He said.

"I'm not going," I said. Partying ain't my scene.

"Come on Nori, you're 17 and a senior in high school. You haven't been to a party since middle school. It's time for you to start living." Sheed said. I said nothing after that but nodded my head. Then I started thinking about what he said.

"But anyways..." He trailed off. "How about Zeke gone snap me last night."

"Zeke who?" I asked knowing he wasn't talking about our quarterback, Zeke.

"The quarterback." He said smirking.

"What he say?" I asked.

"He pretty much was saying how he wanted to f**k, but he wanted it to be just between us." He said making me shake my head.

It always be the ones you least expect to be gay. I be getting all the scoop about all the download niggas by Sheed though.

"I know you f*****g lying," I said laughing.

"b***h, I swear." He said. "I thought it was all a joke until this morning when I saw him in the office. He gave me the eye then licked his lips." He added.

"I can't believe that s**t," I said honestly. Zeke didn't look gay at all. He is actually handsome, and he has a girlfriend.

"Me either." He said. "Then he offered me some money. I don't know why he tryna act like I'm a prostitute or some." He added rolling his eyes.

"So what you say to him then?" I asked knowing that he had already agreed to do it.

He looked at me and smirked. Then he said "I told him its fine with me. I charge $100 per hour."

He burst out laughing making me laugh. I knew his hoe ass didn't decline. I know how my best friend gets down.

"You're so foolish but be careful. These folks spreading aids like a mothafucka." I told him.

"Now you know I practice safe s*x, and I get checked once a month." He said.

"I know. I'm just making sure you don't slip up." I said.

"I know, bih. That's why I f**k with you. You're always looking out for a real b***h like myself." He said making me smile.

And he was telling the truth. We have been looking out for each other ever since we became besties. I love him to death.