gave me the address before he hung up and I saved the location in my GPS. Castleton mall was far out and I still needed to go pick up something for tonight. I couldn’t show up empty handed either, but Shauna was a stoner so I had the perfect gift that I didn’t even have to buy. It was a win-win situation.
Chapter Six
Ashanti
I knew that I made a mistake when I saw the parking lot to the restaurant was jam-packed. I hated being around a lot of people, especially the ghetto ass females like the ones that were standing outside smoking cigarettes.
“Isn’t that C.J.’s new bitch, right there? She thinks she’s cute, too.” One short Hispanic chick wearing close to nothing, had the nerve to point and roll her eyes at Shauna. I recognized her as one of the groupies that constantly came in the shoe store trying to be in Carter’s face. All I knew was that she looked too old to be coming for my bitch like that with her funny built ass. She looked like a shorter version of Lexi, but with long black hair that hung down her back.
“Do we have a problem?” I instantly jumped to my best friend’s defense. The light skinned, familiar looking chick standing next to her was the one trying to cool the situation down and ended up starting an argument between them.
Shauna finally turned around. “Girl. Let that broke hoe be mad. It’s my birthday, bitch. I’m too cute and too high to fight tonight, plus my shoes alone could buy and sell her.” Shauna flipped her hair and walked right past the girl, into the building.
***
Kenyon
HONK !
Some idiot swerved his car, crashing into the side of my baby.
“Stupid mothafucka!” I couldn’t believe it. My white 2015 Charger was sideswiped by some ignorant ass man racing down the street in some Dukes of Hazard look alike car with the confederate flag hanging off the antennae. “Got dammit!” I hit the horn as hard as I could and took the early exit. As I finally pulled up to the mall I surveyed the damage and realized it wasn’t as bad as I thought. I definitely wasn’t pulling up to the club and possibly pulling off with Shorty with my car looking the way it did. My father did teach me some valuable life lessons before he left though, like to never go to a mechanic’s garage for shit.
“If you need something done on your car, no matter what it is. Do not go to the mechanic’s garage. They will fix the problem, but they’ll also make more problems until you have to buy a new one altogether. Or at least they’ll make you pay what you could’ve spent on a new car, for repairs that you don’t even need. In the case that you would ever need something done, go to Tristan.” My father stood in the kitchen loading his briefcase with papers from all of his storefront businesses and a few grams of cocaine. I watched as he closed the hidden compartment and took off his latex gloves. He handed me a card that had a guy’s name and number scribbled on it. I assumed he was one of the many men or important people that owed him favors.
I had never used the card until now, but I quickly dialed him up while walking toward the mall, only to find out my luck had just run out again and the mall was closed for repairs. I hurried up and wrapped up the call, after explaining a thousand times that I was indeed Kenny’s son. The Tristan guy said it was on the house and proceeded to tell me how it was an honor that I called him up. He asked if I’d seen my father and that ended the conversation right there. I hated when people brought him up to me. I was sure the only highlight of my night would be seeing Ashanti’s fine ass and I felt myself getting hard just thinking about her.
***
Ashanti
After we finished eating and no more drama ensued, we headed down to the club. Our high had worn off, so Shauna’s pot head ass decided to spark up another one.
“Damn Shauna.” I fanned the smoke out of my face.
“What? I’m trying to get lit, so I can have a good time.”
I shook my
Chapter Six
Ashanti
I knew that I made a mistake when I saw the parking lot to the restaurant was jam-packed. I hated being around a lot of people, especially the ghetto ass females like the ones that were standing outside smoking cigarettes.
“Isn’t that C.J.’s new bitch, right there? She thinks she’s cute, too.” One short Hispanic chick wearing close to nothing, had the nerve to point and roll her eyes at Shauna. I recognized her as one of the groupies that constantly came in the shoe store trying to be in Carter’s face. All I knew was that she looked too old to be coming for my bitch like that with her funny built ass. She looked like a shorter version of Lexi, but with long black hair that hung down her back.
“Do we have a problem?” I instantly jumped to my best friend’s defense. The light skinned, familiar looking chick standing next to her was the one trying to cool the situation down and ended up starting an argument between them.
Shauna finally turned around. “Girl. Let that broke hoe be mad. It’s my birthday, bitch. I’m too cute and too high to fight tonight, plus my shoes alone could buy and sell her.” Shauna flipped her hair and walked right past the girl, into the building.
***
Kenyon
HONK !
Some idiot swerved his car, crashing into the side of my baby.
“Stupid mothafucka!” I couldn’t believe it. My white 2015 Charger was sideswiped by some ignorant ass man racing down the street in some Dukes of Hazard look alike car with the confederate flag hanging off the antennae. “Got dammit!” I hit the horn as hard as I could and took the early exit. As I finally pulled up to the mall I surveyed the damage and realized it wasn’t as bad as I thought. I definitely wasn’t pulling up to the club and possibly pulling off with Shorty with my car looking the way it did. My father did teach me some valuable life lessons before he left though, like to never go to a mechanic’s garage for shit.
“If you need something done on your car, no matter what it is. Do not go to the mechanic’s garage. They will fix the problem, but they’ll also make more problems until you have to buy a new one altogether. Or at least they’ll make you pay what you could’ve spent on a new car, for repairs that you don’t even need. In the case that you would ever need something done, go to Tristan.” My father stood in the kitchen loading his briefcase with papers from all of his storefront businesses and a few grams of cocaine. I watched as he closed the hidden compartment and took off his latex gloves. He handed me a card that had a guy’s name and number scribbled on it. I assumed he was one of the many men or important people that owed him favors.
I had never used the card until now, but I quickly dialed him up while walking toward the mall, only to find out my luck had just run out again and the mall was closed for repairs. I hurried up and wrapped up the call, after explaining a thousand times that I was indeed Kenny’s son. The Tristan guy said it was on the house and proceeded to tell me how it was an honor that I called him up. He asked if I’d seen my father and that ended the conversation right there. I hated when people brought him up to me. I was sure the only highlight of my night would be seeing Ashanti’s fine ass and I felt myself getting hard just thinking about her.
***
Ashanti
After we finished eating and no more drama ensued, we headed down to the club. Our high had worn off, so Shauna’s pot head ass decided to spark up another one.
“Damn Shauna.” I fanned the smoke out of my face.
“What? I’m trying to get lit, so I can have a good time.”
I shook my
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