4am In Compton

Chapter Fifteen

**********She don't know about real niggas, she don't know no boss

She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost

She don't know about love, she don't know what that is

She don't know about riding round and spending it like this

Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna f**k with a nigga like me

Now she wanna fuck

Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna f**k with a nigga like me

Hit the club with a nigga like me

Do drugs with a nigga like me,

Fall in love with a nigga like me

And never love another nig, never love another nigga like me- Like Me x Lil Durk ft. Jeremih.

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C H A P T E R 16- India

I wa' home alone and bored, in my bedroom watchin' The Single Moms Club on Netflix . Brooks wa' busy slangin' wit' Rah, Shay been MIA fa' like 2 days and everyone kno' ion got friends like dat'. I sighed as I picked up my phone from my night stand and paused my movie.

I smiled at da' screen saver of Brooks and I boo'ed up on his couch. I put my password in & went to my contacts list and clicked Shay's phone.

1 ring...

2 rings...

3 rings..

"Hello?" I heard Shay say.

"Thank da' Lord, you pi-"

"Gotem! Sorry I'm not here to pick up your call. Leave a message or just hang up. Bih, I don't care." Beep.

I rolled my eyes and ended da' call. I knew betta' ta' leave a message cuz Shay barely checked ha' voice mail.

I rubbed my forehead and began ta' worry. Dis da' longest I been away from my b***h and I wa' sufferin' from Shay withdrawals.

I dialed Rah's numba' ta' ask if he knew where his own girlfran' wa' at. Probably not because he & Brooks been too busy schemin'.

But you can neva' be too busy fa' ya' girlfrien'....

"Yes, yo' highness?." Rah picked up on da' first ring.

I smacked my teeth. "I ain't wit' da' sarcasm tuhday, you seen yo' girlfriend?"

Rah wa' quiet fa' a min and I shook my head. Nigga neglectin' my best friend.

"Nah I haven't. I saw ha' last night. She wasn't in the mood ta' talk and she was actin' shady so I dipped."

I face palmed and mentally choked da' s**t outta Rah. "Nigga, you wa' suppose ta' stay and see wassup wit' ha'. You don't jus' leave, da' hell."

"Don't do me, lil' guh. I wa' already annoyed yesterday and she wa' makin' it worse." Rah tried ta' justify his case.

"Whatever. I'm bout ta' slide up on ova' there and find her. Since her boyfriend too busy."

"Like I said, India. Don't do me. You kno' I ain't over hea' playin' hopscotch and havin' a jolly good ol' time. I'm workin'." I could almost feel the rolling of his eyes from hea'.

"Yeah yeah." I picked up the keys from my dresser, slipped my sperries on and walked down da' stairs ta' da' garage.

"If you see ha', tell ha' I said call me."

"No, you call her ya'self. I ain't no damn messenger." I said, then hung up. I knew his ass was gonna call in 5..4..3..2...

My phone rang and I mentally prepared myself for his s**t.

I answered. "He-

"I should RKO yo' ass. Don't hang up on me, child."

"RKO, really?" I laughed, goin' to my ranger rover & puttin it ta' use.

"Yes, really?"

"Nigga you watch too much WWE." I laughed and put the keys in, putting up the garage door open & backin' out.

"Whatever. Them niggas are off they s**t. Even tho it's fake. I f***s wit' Roman Reins. Nigga swole."

"And cute as hell. Lawd, lemme get a piece of him." I cooed.

"Shut dat' s**t up, kid. Anyway, do wha' I said." He said, referrin' ta' telling Shay ta' call him.

"No promises." I shrugged, driving down da' road ta' Shay's house, which wa' only 10 minutes from hea'.

"No promise, means no house. Imma lock yo' ass out tonight."

"You got issues. No you won't." I rolled my eyes, pulling up ta' a red light.

"Let yo' ass try me." He said, matter of factly.

"Nigga ain't you suppose ta' be workin'?" I heard someone in the background say.

"Ain't you suppose ta' be suckin' my d**k, mane. Lee me alone." Rah replied.

I cringed and shivered. Nasty asses.

"Who you on da' phone wit'?" The mystery person said.

"None yo damn business. Bye." I yelled.

"India shut yo paprika from blues clues ass up."

I scoffed. "You really wanna roast? Nigga I'm bout ta' get yo' Sid the science kid head ass. f**k outta hea'."

"Oop. That's why you not gettin' a place ta' stay tuhnight. Goodbye lil kid." And wit' day', I wa' met wit' da' dial tone. I shook my head at my cousins stupidness, sat my phone on da' dashboard and focused on da' now green light.

I wa' at Shay's crib in no time. I parole-parked along da' street and killed da' ignition. In had a bum-type of look goin' on, but wha' I had on didn't matter. What mattered is where da' hell is Shayla.

I knocked at ha' do, a couple of times and no answers. So I started makin' a beat on ha' do' & started rappin'.

"Yo, Shay be killin' these hoes, even wit' them lil stank and crusty ass toes. p***y too tight, make ya nigga say whoa. That's why all these bitches always be like goalsssssss. Shay where ya ass be at tho? India need some someone ta' kick it wit, ya kno'?. Yo boyfriend a hoe and mine is a foe. Come outside and entertain ya' woe." I spat, makin' myself geek hard as f**k.

You ever have those moments and jus' think; Damn, I'm funny as hell then start bust out laughin'? [A/N: *raises hand*