Confident

Fries and Electricity

“Mina, wassup? Why you so quiet?” Chino flopped down on the couch beside me, making himself more than comfortable in my personal space.

Since I step foot in the house, he’s be trying his best to get my attention. It wasn’t that he was ugly — he actually wasn’t bad looking at all. But something about his vibe screamed:

STAY THE HELL AWAY!!!

My gut does not lie.

“I’m chillin. I don’t really know y’all like that yet,” I said, shrugging while scrolling through my phone. My other hand dipped into the bag of freshly fried fries lay bought me from Wendy’s. The salty goodness and the sweet lemonade was buying every spot I needed it to.

“Say. Lil bit, lemme get some of those.” I looked up and locked eyes with capo, the same nigga from the porch. He’d already cupped his hands together preparing for me to place them in his palms….

Spoiler alert: I wasn’t.

“Nawl, you good jit.” I went right back to eating my fries and sipping my drink. While everyone else engaged in their own personal conversation.

“Oh, so that’s how you moving?” Capo leaned forward, tilting his head slightly to the left, a playfully smirk creeped on his lips.

I wasn’t sure if he was playing or threatening me but I wasn’t one to find out.

“So what you saying gangsta? You gon make me take it from you?” His tone was light but his eyes were locked on my Wendy’s bag. The whole room erupted in laughter, the kind that makes you they’d all seen this scenario play out many times. Like Capo had some weird habit of bullying people out of their food.

He still wasn’t getting mine. Can’t pick on me. Won’t pick on me.

I leaned back in my seat, popped another fry in my mouth and stared him dead in his eyes. “Touch my bag and ima light yo black ass up. And that’s on your granny Medicare card.” I said calmly, casually. Didn’t even raise my voice. Took another sip of my lemonade to make sure he knew I wasn’t worried about him.

Capo stood up, “ light me up? 4/20 my favorite holiday.”

He started walking toward me and I sighed internally.

Niggas don’t learn. They never do.

I reached into my purse and pulled out my taser — the one that is shaped like a smartphone courtesy of sss — and slid it under the fry bag my fingers wrapped around it waiting for his next move.

“Mina you really gonna be stingy with fries? Thats how you gon act?” Capo sounded genuinely hurt, like I had personally offended his entire life.

Is he being deadass?

Before I could tell him about himself, his hand darted out to snatch my bag.

Bzzzzzzzt

“FUUUU-” Capos screams filled the room as he stumbled back, his whole body locking up before he fell backwards like a fish out of water.

I sat back in my seat and popped another dry in my mouth, as if nothing ever happened.

The room? SILENT.

Everyone stared wide eyed, except Lay, who was shaking her head and cracking up. She already knew how I got down this was right up my alley.

“Did shorty really just Tase him? Over French fries? From Wendy’s at that..” Zay questioned, sounding both shocked and very amused.

“I have a name. It’s Mina let’s learn how to use it.” I s**t back before crumbling up the Wendy’s bag.

Zay raised his hands in surrender, “I’m sorry, MINA!” He put extreme emphasis on my name causing me to give him the ‘shut the f**k up’ face before mixing my lemonade.

Capo looked fried, just laying there …. Electrified.

Lay was snuggled up whispering something in Ants ear causing her to crack up. I’ll definitely be asking her about that conversation later.

As I thought everything was calming down,

“Let’s play a game.” Chinos voice cut through the chaotic tension like butter as if he didn’t just witness an assault. Dior sat up instantly, “wait, first explain the game. I’m not agreeing to some bullshit Chino.”

Chino grinned, “Never have I ever but add shots”

I immediately shook my head no, “I drove here I cannot participate.”

“Then let’s play truth or dare. You better tell the truth and do the dares.” He reasoned before going to grab cups.

“Well ok then.” I rolled my head back. I knew this night was going to be interesting to say the least.