On Sight

Teach Me

The next morning while driving to work, Jass received a text message from a random number.

Good morning beautiful ?

Oh s**t she thought. Who the f**k is this? Probably some nigga she had been curved. That's what they do. Hit you up from other numbers once they realize you really have cut off contact. I swear niggas could be so clingy for nothing. Lame assess.

Jass really tried to stay away from men. Men really didn't interest her anymore. They were like a DJ Screw song. Slow, loud, and tryna bang any b***h.

She just felt no real attraction to men anymore. Most of her serious relationships had started off with Jass feeling loved and at the end just hurt and disappointed. Now she was just plan

And if she did happen across one she liked she automatically would steer the encounter into the friend zone.

She wasn't a man hater. She enjoyed the company of GOOD MEN. Good BLACK men. But they were like black unicorns. Very rare to find one even in day time with a f*****g flashlight.

See Jasmine's fatal flaw was that she practiced unconditional love. And she was very loyal. But to a fault it had started to seem.

She loved to have deep thoughtful conversations with her friend.

To most others she never really felt all the way comfortable. Those child hood years of being quiet, shy, and insecure resurfacing making her feel awkward.

So she had became the queen of small banter and jokes.

She felt like she was in transition. Maybe a little angry at times at people who had tried to break her with their betrayal, their words, even sometime with their hands.

But they only succeeded in making her stronger, more focused and motivated.

She promised herself she was gonna to shine on them. Live her purpose and get paid doing it.

But change had always led her to better things. Even when she fought them at first. This time she would not let no one stop her. Not ever herself.

Hey Ms. B girl. Her thoughts being interrupted by one of her most favorite student delinquents.

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Hey ma'am. She replied wth a genuine smile.

While adding with a smirk, I know you better have that home work though.

But her student knew she was serious and whipped it right out.

Ahhh signs of a good day already.

But Jordan's morning wasn't going so well. He was ready to kill a nigga.

Jas hadn't texted him back after his good morning text. His wife had him f****d up.

In his mind he already possessed her. Because he knew he knew he was all she would ever need. He would make sure of that.

He would make her happy. He had made that pomise to God and himself when he drove last night to meet up with his people for a little late night business meeting.

It wasn't her not texting back that had him lethal right now. It was what that b***h ass nigga Ace tried to insinuate about the two of them.

He had texted him when he left to send himher song and her number. He would have approached her himself, but I didn't wanna interrupt her session.

This nigga was like, Wait let me wake her up and ask her.

Man he almost turned the car around on that nigga. She was still there! What the f**k!

Imma just send it to you cuz she knocked out. She always end up in my bed when she comes over. Not tryna hide his cocky tone.

He had just signed his death warrant nigga. And then he killed himself when he sent me her number.

She stored under Lil Wet Wet in his phone. He made sure to screen shot it when he sent it.

So he laid there all night thinking about ways he was going to murder this nigga.

And then thinking she too special for a weak ass p***y like him.

He calmed myself thinking about how good she was gonna taste on his tongue and how she was gonna let him put his d**k down her throat. She's gonna look me in my eye as I c*m deep in her throat. He thought. Then ride my d**k while I put my tongue down her throat. Tasting each other as we c*m together.

Yea that was enough to get him off and straight to sleep.

He didn't want to leave his song bird there still singing to that hoe ass nigga. But he was on a money mission. You see he was a Million dollar nigga. But I'm so serious I made my first Mill when I was 19 no lie.

He dropped out of school in the 10th grade after his mama died of an overdose. Her b***h ass husband got her strung out on crack when he was 5. And that's the life he lived until she died.

He loved his mama unconditionally . So he tried to be a good kid . Go to school. Get good grades. Had a job by 14 . Tryna get her to leave that b***h nigga. But she chose him and the drugs.

She lost her life behind them both.

Left me with her husband. So when I got the chance I killed that nigga. He thought back.

I walked up in the same crack house my mama died in. I had followed him. He didn't even get a chance to get that last good high he was chasing.

I looked him dead in his eyes wth a crazy smile on my face. And dotted his forehead first. When he fell down I put the gun in his mouth and pulled back until I saw his brains spilled on the floor and satisfied, I walked away.

After that they use to call me the Bare Face Bandit. Jordan laughs to himself at the thought.

I would rob anything and anywhere. Dope boys. Warehouses. Home invade rich white people. I was so reckless back then I wouldn't wear a mask. I did'nt give a f**k.

Only time I covered my face is when we hit that armored car up. Successfully I might add.

Me and a Asian nigga I had math wjth in school. Imma keep it real. I'm a beast with numbers. A nigga could have been a mathmatician.

Once we had a class project on the best ways to multiply your money. We researhced and learned about stocks and real estate and investing in businesses.

We had come up with a plan to flip our money in 2 years. A nigga got an A of course.

After my mama died I approached him wth my idea. We already had it planned out what to do with our money. But we ain't have no money.

But I knew what I was gonna do to go get.

So here comes the Bare Face Bandit. Ready to rob yo ass with a smile on my face. And take all to s**t and you bet not move cuz I shoot b***h.

The armored car was the the grand finale of the plan. Last penitentiary chance a nigga was gon take. But trust me the reward outweighed the risk.

We followed our plan and 2 years later I had my first million. Now all my businesses are legitimate. Except for the drugs. I promise that's it.

Money is the only thing that a nigga like him has ever loved since then. It motivates him. Now I love somebody and it only makes me want to go harder. So I can spoil her.

Show her I love her. I even sound crazy to myself. Jordan thought. This s**t is crazy.

But he did know he planned on hurting that nigga Ace for tryna flex.

Not knowing he wouldn't give a f**k if they was married. Imma break his jaw and his happy home up then. Cuz the girl is mine. Jordan sings to himself changing the words to the Brandy Monica song.