4am In Compton

Chapter Two

Now, who's hot who not

Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores

You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop

Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down

to the tube sock, the same ol pimp

Mase, you know ain't nuttin change but my limp

Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp

Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love- Mo' Money, Mo' Problems x NOTORIOUS B.I.G. ft Mase and Puff Daddy.

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C H A P T E R 3- India.

I waited till the door closed around 7pm, meaning Raheem finally left da' damn house. I ran back upstairs to my room. I opened the door to see Shayla in her bra and panties, looking through my closet with her hair already in a bun and her makeup done.

"He left?" She said, not taking her eyes off da' inside of ma' closet.

I smacked my teeth. "Yeah, I had to go through a whole interrogation like he knew we was goin' out. I watched da do' close and everythang ,"

I went over to the bed and picked up my outfit? which consisted of a red velvet bralet and its matching skirt.

Shayla took out a short strap crop top and a matchin' pencil skirt wit' a slit from her overnight bag.

"Imma wear this tonight. Get me some niggas." She awed da' dress and put it on. I laughed, while changin' inta' my own outfit and headin' to my vanity so I could do my makeup. I did my contouring first then applied eyeshadow to my eyelids first, then mascara to my eyelashes. After I applied eyeliner and settled on a matte red lip.

"Wha' bout Treyvon?" I asked, adding blush to my cheeks.

"Who?" She looked confused then starting cracking up as she finished squeezing the tight skirt over her thick thighs.

"Oh f**k, I don't forget you had da' hots for my  big headed cousin. " I teased her , while curling my hair.

"Damn right. And you got a crush on Brooks." She shot back,

I ain't really have anything to say to that so I thought it was best if I kept quiet.

"Cat caught ya tongue?" Shayla asked while slipping MY all black red bottoms.

"I hate ya'." I said. asked,

"Love you too, baby. Anyway, what car we usin'?" Shayla asked.

I finished my makeup and put on my black Versace high heels that haven't even come out yet. These were the perks of bein' a cousin ta' a drug dealer. Getting all new s**t before they come out.

"Yo' car. Just in case, Raheem was serious 'bout buggin' my cars so he would know where we was we at. " This was because the last time, we snuck out. I ain't come home till' 3 in the morning &Raheem came home, early. We argued and s**t wa' said, he called me a "parentless b***h" and how I never listen to him one day Imma get kidnapped. And I smacked da' hell outta him and stayed at Shaylas fa' a whole week.

"Alright. You ready?" Shayla asked afterI finished curling my hair and took the plug out of the wall, letting it cool down.

" Hell yea'. Let's go and f**k sum s**t up." I smirked.

We left the house, I locked up security and we went inside Shaylas Ashton Martin that her parents bought for her when she turned 16.

The ride was in a comfortable silence with small small talk till we finally pulled up to Magic City.

We got out and walked to the front of the line and Shayla talked to the bouncer, since she knew him. While they was talking, I looked around to my surroundings . Angry bitches of course, but they was mugging & keeping quiet. But someone's face caught my attention. The person was walkin' up ta' da' club with some girl.

They wasn't paying attention to me until suddenly realization set.

Brooks and sum' b***h.

I widened ma' eyes and turned around, tugging on Shayla to stop flirting with the bouncer. She didn't budge so I tapped her shoulder, hard.

" Can we go in na'? Brooks hea'." I was trying to ignore the sudden explosion of jealousy from creeping into my chest .

Shayla widened her eyes in shock. "Okay, Tom. Can we get in? It was nice seeing you."

Tom nodded and opened the red rope, and where we quickly went inside.

The instant smell of weed hit ma' nose, wit' sprinkles of s*x and alcohol. I scrunched my nose, as we walked I the bar.

"She Wildin" wa' blastin' thru' da' speakers. Shayla ordered strawberry daiquiri and I ordered a Long Island ice tea.

"Startin off strong, aren't we?" Shayla asked, rasin' ha' eyebrow.

"Whateva'." I said. As soon as our drinks came, "Video Model" came on.

This was me and Shay's motherfuckin' jam. We got up and rushed to the same floor at the same time. I started moving my hips to beat, while Shayla already had a dancing pahtna' and started gyrating her hips on him.

After the beat dropped, everyone was all out twerkin'. This dress ain't stop me from shakin' my ass on a dude who came behind me and was holding onto my hips.

This was gonna be a great ass night at this rate.

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Brooks

As Aza was talking about her job or whateva. My eyes focused on the dancefloor, where I noticed a familiar pink and orange hair color. My eyes widened, as I fixated my eyes on the fact that India was here. After Rah specifically told her not to.

I chuckled lowly at the fact that India was not listening to Rah again. But I ain't no snitch b***h so this wasn't any of my business.

I didn't think that was India at first until she started twerking on some dude and that's when I realized it was her because her ass jiggles a certain way.

Raheem was going to be mad as f**k, since Boss let us out earlier due to his family emergency. He was on his way home, expecting India to be home.

Ol' girl was in fo' sum s**t.

"Brooks! Are you even listenin' ta' me?" Aza yelled loud enough for me to hear, interruptin' my thoughts.

"Yeh' baby. Wassuh'?" I said, sipping the beer I ordered at the bar. I decided to take her out to see if I could reconnect with her. Sexually and emotionally. Plus I was bored.

She smacked her teeth. "I was saying when am I gonna meet your sister? We been kicking it for a while..."

I shook my head, tryna not to chuckle. "First off, we ain't een' like that foreal. And second off, Rasha can't stand ya'. You know this,"

Aza gasped. "So I'm just some b***h you f**k?"

"Well, I buy ya' greedy ass food, and s**t like dat'." I shrugged.

"The f**k? I've wasted a whole 3 months on you. Is there a another b***h in the picture?" Aza said, yelling and standing up.

Now we was drawin' attention, the music volume wa' lower and people wa' lookin' our way. Nosey ass motherfuckas.

I stood up too. "Now why you yelling for a show? Aight then, Aza I'll give ya' stupid ass a damn show."

Aza put her hands on ha' hips. "Lemme go first,  then. I feel like you have a thing for India. Yes nigga I saw you looking at her at the dance floor. Creep ass nigga. We are suppose to be a thing and chilling. Not you watching that hoe!"

Before I could say anythin'. India came up to Aza. This was not good because India didn't even care for Aza and I knew she was gonna purp since her name was in her mouth.

"Excuse me? You wanna repeat yaself, homegirl?" India said sizing her up, with her hands on her hips. I saw Shayla come from the dancefloor and keep her distance just in case something went down.

"b***h you a damn kid. I'll drag your ass up and DOWN this damn dance floor. Don't try me." Aza said, getting all in India's face.

"Don't call me out of my fuckin' name and keep me out of you and Brooks drama. Last time, I am warnin' ya." India said calmly.

"b***h, b***h b***h and b***h. What you gon do about that?" Aza asked. India swung on Aza, knocking her down. Like her ass nearly flew.

I decided its time I step in. "Aight, India that's damn near enough." I grabbed her arm and walked her out the backdoor.

"Keep ya' hoes in check, Brooks. I AM NOT the one. You've seen wha' I'm capable of." She scoffed and walked off.

I shook may head and walked back inside to see Aza bein' assisted by two girls.

"Baby, you go-"

"No, f**k you, Brooks. Always being complicated. Holla at me when you ready for a real relationship wit a real bitch." She got up and stumbled a bit. She had ice on her cheek and walked to the exit. I rubbed my face as Shayla went to where India and I just came out from a few minutes ago.

Aza would be hittin' my line tomorrow, so I wasn't even abouta stress her bullshit. Her p***y is not that good for me to be chasing her and s**t. I rubbed my fave and shoved my hands into my pockets, exiting the club, ready to go home since my mood to turn up was ruined.

I headed over to my Mercedes and opened the drivers door. Ion know how Aza was getting home but it wasn't my problem for the night. As I was driving down the road, Aza's ass was talking to some nigha and her ass was sitting so right in those pants, man. I was horny as f**k. I smacked my teeth and called up Ashley, one of my side pieces to come make a nigga happy.

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India

Shayla was bitching me, 'bout how I should of beat Brooks's side piece, girlfriend, whatever she was to his ass. And I couldn't agree mote but I have restrictions on my anger and she knew this.

"Shay, if I woulda touched her, you've seen what I am capable of. You kno' I'm crazy whrn it comes ta' s**t like dat'." I rolled my eyes.

"Man, I forgot about that." Shayla said, honestly.

I had severe anger issues. I've always had them but when my parents died to a senseless act of violence, it only seemed to increase.

I nodded, and listened to the sweet sounds of Jhene Aiko's The Worst fill the car. I looked out the window and almost prayed that I made it home before Rah because I knew he was either home already or on his way since Brooks was at the club by himself.

My phone buzzed continuously, interrupting my thoughts as I took it out my of bag, my heart immediately pounding at the name the came on my screen. .

Rah