Page 50 of The Ninth

I couldn’t even hop on top of tables like I wanted to. Every piece of me knew this nigga was snitching. The oysters were busting though, and we were brought drinks we didn’t have to pay for. During half time, my bitches was showing out for the niggas. All I could do was slap they ass and pull Kenzie’s skirt down.

“I can change yo life...” an old head whispered in Devyn’s ear. Tati and I were crying laughing.

“Thank you, but I’m fine!” she said nervously.

“What? You got a nigga?”

“Uh... I mean...he’s not my nigga but I am spending time with someone.”

He pulled out some money and put it in front of her, “Well, come spend time with me.”

“She’ll come!” Kenzie laughed.

Devyn forced the money back into his hand before we hopped up and left. The Bears was about to win, and we had to wrap up our night before going to the club. I could smell the fucking blue faces.

“Can we stop out west first? My lil shit wanna see me!” Tati smiled.

“Heckyyyy naw, Joe!” Devyn yelled. All of us cackled.

“DEVYN, WHO ARE YOU FUCKING IN THE CITY?!” I yelled at her seriously. All she did was laugh.

Of course this bitch Tati had us at a block party. She locked all our shit plus money in her glove department. As soon as we hit outside, this bitch flew off. The three of us stood in a line going from Devyn, Kenzie and me. Even if we were ready to go, we were dancing our asses off.

“How you doing?” a nigga leaned over and asked me. “Can I get a dance?”

“No, I have a man.”

“Bet that.”

After finishing off all the 1942, I was way drunker than I needed to be. Way too drunk to work tonight. But I didn’t care and that wasn’t stopping me from going to the money show.

As I broke away from the girls, I prayed none of K3’s niggas was out as I put my hands on the ground, tossing my shit.

Say She Love Me by Chief Keef blasted as Kenzie rubbed all over my ass. “BOW! BOW! BOWWWWW!” Devyn yelled over and over again. They both turned their backs, also throwing them big asses. I always have the baddest hoes with me, on my granny!

Between my legs, I saw a nigga standing behind me. That’s fine. As long as he don’t.... I sighed long and hard after feeling a hard ass dick on my ass. I pushed him away but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back onto him. I spun around, slapping his chest.

“Don’t put your fucking hands or dick on me! I got a nigga and I didn’t give you no type of permission!”

“Shorty, fuck yo nigga! Yo mouth bad as hell and I got something to put in it.”

“Bitch, you drunk! You gets no giggles from me; I don’t think that shits funny! Back up before I get my nigga to fuck you up!”

“Bitch?!” he asked, getting in my face.

“You’re so weird. Move the fuck on! Or tell yo bitch to pop out, I’ll scrape ha ass!”

“Cousin, come on...” Devyn said uneasily, pulling my elbow. I snatched away. I was drunk and irruhtated.

“I ain’t got no bitch and I’m right here, what up?!”

“Ewwww! You broke and you just mad I ain’t tryna fuck on you. FUCK YOU!”

“Babes, fuck him. Come on!” Kenzie insisted.

“BROKE!” he laughed.

With one hand, he pulled out a pathetic ass stack of twenties and ones with bills falling on the ground. He tapped it against my face hard, which pissed me the fuck off. I snatched the po’ ass stack out his hand. My left hand smacked the cup in his hand, splashing it all in his face. Multiple people around started laughing.