Loyal To You

2

Nariah Ayche'a Washington

Monday morning. Four days and a week left of school.

Prom is on Friday and honestly, I don't even want to go. I'm not the type of girl to spend hundreds of dollars I don't have on one night.

An expensive dress that'll I never wear again. Shoes that I can't even walk in. Make up that'll cause bumps on my face because of my sensitive skin. I'm good.

After throwing on a tank top and jeans with my whites forces, I walked to the kitchen and grabbed two breakfast bars and a sunny D. "I'm gone ma" I yelled.

She opened her room door and popped her head out " I got a job interview today so I won't be home when you get back"

"Interview? You already have a job ma. If the bills getting to be too much, I'll get a job"

"No I got it. Just go to school and do what you been doing. I'll be fine"

I sighed and walked out the door to catch the bus. I put in my headphones and stood at the stop. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around to see Phoenix.

"Hey stranger. Wassup" I smiled removing my earbuds.

"s**t, just living. I ain't know you went to school"

"Yea I graduate in a few days"

He smiled and nodded "Cool. What time you gettin home?"

"By 3. Why, Wassup?"

"Maybe we could chill later. I'll meet you here around that time and we could go to my place. Cool?"

I nodded as the bus pulled up "Yea that's fine. So I'll see you in 7 hours"

He laughed "See you in 7 hours ma"

Phoenix King Harris

I walked to my supplier house which was a few houses down from Nariah bus stop. This nigga name Lucky but he ain't a Lucky muthafucka'. He the dirtiest nigga I know and I'd never trust someone like him. He cheated his way to the top and shows it off.

I knocked 5 times in a pattern and walked in.

The guards searched me and I walked to his office.

Lucky is a high yellow ass nigga. Big ass diamond earrings, fat ass Rolex, true religion everything. And that safe with money for days right behind him.

I pulled out half of my profit and tossed it on his desk. He gave me the original weight of crack and I walked out. I always kept our meetings short and simple.

The walk back to my place was maybe a half an hour. I stay in a 1 bedroom but its not a studio apartment.

The couch is worn down but doesn't look bad. The curtains and s**t look alright. I don't complain about them. The living room decent in my opinion.

I walked into my bedroom and went straight to the bathroom. Walking back into my bedroom, I stripped out my clothes and laid on my bed. I have a king sized but its on the floor.

I threw my arm over my eyes and before I knew it, I was out. I woke up a few hours later and looking at the time, its 2:30.

I hopped in the shower and threw on basketball shorts and a wife beater then a grey hoodie and white forces.

I took my time walking to Nariah bus stop and when I got there, her bus was pulling off. She smiled when she saw me and threw her arms around my neck. "Wassup beautiful" I smiled.

"I'm glad to be out of school. " she sighed throwing her back pack over her shoulder. It looked heavy so I took it and threw it over my shoulder.

"Damn girl. What you got in here?" I laughed. She playfully pushed me and smiled.

"All my AP homework. Its cool if I do my work at your place?"

"Yea that's fine " We continued to walk to my house and 10 minutes later, we were there. "Its not much but this is my place"

"Naw I like it. It gotta home type vibe to it" She walked over to the couch and sat Indian style,pulling out her homework. I brought out a family bag of chips and a liter soda with 2 cups. "Thank you"

"No problem. Its cool if I turn the TV on?"

She nodded and put on her glasses, not looking up. I turned it on the bill Cunningham show and sank into the couch. This s**t is more dramatic and interesting then Jerry and Maury.

Nariah sighed loudly and I looked over at her. "Wassup?"

"I'm getting frustrated with this calculus" she mumbled with her hands on her forehead.

"Take a break then come back to it. That's what I do" I shrugged. She nodded and closed her notebook and put it to the side.

"I'm hungry. You mind if I cook something?"

I shook my head and gulped down some Sprite "Ion think s**t in there though"

She stood to her feet and I watched her ass as she walked into the kitchen. She got a nice lil ass on her forreal.

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Phoenix King Harris

"You sure you found all that s**t in my kitchen?" I asked. She whipped up a whole meal with s**t I didn't think I had. Spaghetti with garlic rolls.

She laughed and took a sip of her Sprite "Yea I'm sure. How is it though?"

"Straight bussin" I smiled. I ain't have a hot home meal in almost 7 years. This s**t hitting the spot.

She smiled at me and started eating as we watched Maury. "He ain't the daddy" she said.

"Yea he is. Him and the baby got the same fat ass head, same big ass ears and same loose ass neck. "

She started cracking up and her laugh made me laugh to.

"We'll see"

"In the case of 9 months old Jamarcus Stevenson, Andrew..... U are.. Not the father"

The man and Nariah jumped up and cheered. "Yea nigga I told you" she said mushing my head.

"Girl you better move your hand" I warned with a smirk.

"Or what?" She mushed my head again. With no warning, I scooped her up and threw her on the couch. With one hand, I pinned both her hands up above her head and with the other hand I tickled the f**k out of her. "Please stop" she yelled through her laugh.

I didn't say anything, just kept tickling her till tears fell from her eyes.

"I hate you" she mumbled scooting away from me and wiping her tears.

"I'm sorry ma" I chuckled moving closer to her. "I ain't think you'd cry"

"Well what you think when you tickled me half to death" she yelled.

I moved close to her and pulled her into me "I apologize" I moved close to the side of her face "Forgive me?"

She didn't say anything. Just looked at me. After awhile she pulled away and cleared her throat then pushed some hair behind her ears. "I have to finish my work"

I moved away "Go ahead"

Nariah Ayche'a Washington

Holy s**t. I swear I thought he was gonna kiss me. That would have made everything so awkward and weird between us. We barley know each other.

"If your a coke boy, how come you don't have a lot of money?"

"I'm what people consider a bottom feeder. I'm at the bottom of the pyramid." He shrugged. "I used to have a lot of nice s**t. Most of it, I sold to live. But I won't be for long. That's for sure"

I smiled "A man with a plan huh?"

He laughed and nodded. Just as he was about to say something, my mom text me.

Gotta work late. Don't wait up and there's food in the oven

I sighed and replied back OK.

"What's wrong? You OK?" Pheonix asked.

"Naw" I shook my head "My mom working 2 jobs and I feel like I wanna help but ain't s**t I can really do. She won't let me get a job and wouldn't let me give money to her even if I did"

"Maybe she feel like she can do it on her own. She stubborn just like your ass" he smiled.

I laughed "Yea whatever"

"But for real. You got anything in mind to help out your mom? Ain't no 9 to 5 going to help you either"

I sighed "I know. Everything that passed my mind been illegal type stuff."

"Well whenever you feel like you're ready, just let me know and we gon start some s**t together. I got your back and you got mine."