4am In Compton

Chapter Six

Take her phone and her ID

C-C-Can't post me on IG

Know them thots they be creeping

Tryna catch a selfie while I'm sleeping

Go to far you need a pa*sport

See them shots coming got a gla*s quart

Thots try to camcorder

That's a long shot I'm sure from headquarters

Can't trust thots

Soon as them bottles start coming out [thots]

Then she come running to my car [thots]

She'll leave your a*s never trust a big butt and a smile- Can't Trust Thots x Wash ft French Montana.

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C H A P T E R 7- Brooks

As I pulled up ta' Aza's crib, a car pulled out da' driveway, it looked a lot like Cash's car, but maybe it wa' somebody else's. But den' I began ta' think, nobody in da' hood has a Mercedes Benz, unless they stole dat' s**t or deals. Either way, shits fishy.

Aza dont hang wit' too many female cuz' she thinks they sneaky. But, ion know.

I put da' car in park and took da' lilies from da' passenger seat. I hope ion go in dat' b***h lookin' a damn fool, but I'm strapped, so it's all good. Go bang bang on a nigga, if he wanna try me.

"Bae?" I said walkin' in da' house. Few moments lata', She came out da' bedroom wit' a shocked expression and somethin' else I couldn't read.

"Brooks.... What are you doing here?" She tried ta' mask dat' forma' expression wit' a mean one.

I dropped the flowers and pushed past ha' down da' hallway ta' da' bedroom.

"You have no right to walk up in here like you owe something!" Aza panicky walked behind me.

"I own dis' damn house. f**k you mean.." I mumbled.

"You got another nigga or...?" I ignored ha' statement. Once I entered da' bedroom, I wa' hit wit' a overly used amount of febreeze. I looked around da' room ta' notice somethin'.

My eyes hit da' bed and I scrowled. Changed sheets.

Bingo. I thought.

"Why you change da' sheets? Hm?" I asked causally, walkin' furtha' inta' da' room.

"Just decided to change things up." She played it cool. Oh, but what dis hoe didn't kno' wa' dat' I wa' about ta' catch ha' ass in a lie.

"Uh huh, alright. C'mere baby, lemme show you how much you mean ta' me." I wasn't really 'bout ta' f**k dis' b***h afta' she cheated on me.

"Oh no, I'm still sore- sore from running before I changed the sheets." She stuttered.

"Since when you start running?" I raised ma' eyebrow.

"Since you decided to eat bitches out." She rolled ha' eyes.

I looked at ha', like she was crazy. I ain't EVA' eat a female out, cuz' right befa' me wa' sum' ugly nigga's d**k inside of them. f**k around and I'm gon' hav' bumps on my tongue.

"Who told you dis'?" I asked, Curious as ta' which b***h wanted ta' lie and lose their life.

"Who else? That b***h, Bangladesh, whateva'." She spat.

I jus' stood there and started ta' laugh. She wa' tryna be petty with India of all people? Afta' she smacked ha', I thought Aza would of learned to keep ha' big mouth shut.

"That's beside da' point. You wa' runnin' wit' someone else? Cuz someone else came out ya' driveway." I spoke slowly, ignoring ha' lil' sidetrack. Well, attempted.

This b***h thought she wa' gon' play me. My trigger finger wa' itching, God knew how much I wanted ta' blast ha' brains out and dat' nigga she played me wit'. Bringing up whateva' India said ta' change da' subject ain't help ha'.

"Yes I went runnin' outside with a goood friend of mine." She walked ova ta' da' bathroom and I followed ha'.

"What time?"

"WHY you so worried about me? Go worry about China." She said, doin' ha' hair.

"Nah cuz you cheated on me and ya' yella' ass kno it. But it's cool tho. Jus' kno' dis' lil thing we have is done." I walked back from ha'.

"It's ova' when I say it is. Now come here and help me with his dress." Aza said causually.

Na' dis' b***h testin' me, who da' f**k is She ta' tell me wha' ta' do?

I couldn't help but laugh. "Aza, I ain't f*****g wit' ya' no mo' kapesh? It's takin' a lot in me, not ta' choke yo' ass." I snapped.

She wa' really testin' me wit' dis' nonchalant attitude and obsessive ways.

"Baby, come back here & let's talk." Aza walked back ta' bed.

Okay, dis' b***h stupid. And mental or sum' s**t cuz' she don't understand English & it's pissing me off.

I shook my head and walked out da' bedroom do' and towards da' front do'.

"Oh and Brooks, befa' ya leave?" Aza called out.

"What!" I yelled in frustration.

"Tell Cash, he forgot his watch." I watched ha' na' blank face turn inta' a full-on smirk.

Dat' done it na' & befa' I knew it. I wa' back in fa' bedroom, Aza wa' up against a wall and my hands wa' wrapped around ' ha' neck, tight.

"You jus' couldn't leave it, alone? You always gotta get a reaction from sumone' you like dis' one?" I gritted my teeth as I grippe harda'.

She shook ha' head and tried ta' get my hands off ha'.

"Lose my numba' and pack ya' s**t cause I'm sellin' dis' house." I said, as I released ha' & she fell ta' da' flo' wit' a thump.

She began coughin' intensively as I walked out da' do' fa' da' last time.

*****India

Afta' dancin', Shayla wa' na' ova' da' house and tellin' me 'bout how my cuz' stood ha' up.

"Like how you gon invite me out, then not bother to come? Nigga, you asked for my precious time and you wasted a hours worth." She fumed.

"Girl, I been told you Rah ain't s**t. Wha' you need is a Church nigga. Someone who teach ya ass da' ways of Jesus. Cuz' you sure need it." I smiled as she kicked me.

"Ouch b***h, damn. You should play soccer wit' dem' long beanstalk legs."

"Be foreal for once. Always having no chill. " Shayla said, tryin' not ta' laugh.

"Alright, I honestly think you should talk ta' him. Maybe he didn't mean ta' invite you. " I shrugged.

"Baby girl, he was like "I gotta talk to you." I got da messages!" Shayla was offended, I could tell.

"He jus' said he needed ta' talk ta' you? Girl. Dat' don't mean he wa' gonna take you out. See, call 'em." I said.

Shay smacked ha' teeth. "Fine." She took out ha' phone and called him.

She got up and walked ta' a mo' private area.

I laughed. Whateva', she wa' tryna be childish.

My phone vibrated, It was a text from Brooks. I sighed loudly and slid da' notification and put my passcode.

Brooks