that.â Jayden smiled. âIâm trying to get up in your tight, virgin coochie.â
âBoo, you are so bad. Come here and give me my kiss.â
Brianna grabbed Jayden around his waist and pulled him close to her. She stood eight inches shorter than Jayden and always stood on her tiptoes to meet his full lips for their daily French kiss good-bye. Moments later, Jayden began his five-block jog back toward the home of the Warriors. Jayden was less than a block from his destination when he saw a crowd of boys and instantly knew something was wrong with his brother.
Damn, Prince, not today. I donât need this today. Their entire lives, a shiver up his spine meant his twin brother was involved in something he had no business being in. It is said that identical twins experience some type of phenomenal experience whenever one encounters pain or danger. This was true with Prince and Jayden.
Jayden ran toward the crowd just in time to see his brother being handcuffed and thrown in the back of a police cruiser.
âWhat did he do? Prince, what is going on?â yelled Jayden over the ruckus.
Prince could only look at his mirror image through the raised car window and shake his head. Jayden didnât know if he should be angry at Prince or at the unfair prejudices of the world in which they lived. He had no idea what had gotten his brother arrested, but Jayden could guess it had something to do with their shiesty god brother, Raequan.
One of the boys Prince was with stepped to Jayden to provide a brief explanation of what had happened. âHey, man, your brotha ainât done anything wrong. These racist-ass cops just donât wanna listen,â explained T-Lee. âPrince and Raequan been chillingâ witâ us all day and you know how we do. These cops are just mad that the average street hustler make more in one week than they do all year.â T-Lee took a long drag off his Newport and pointed to the second police car parked beside a closed-down storefront. Raequan was sitting in the back seat with a stupid smile on his face.
Raequan Lamar Jackson was Princeâs best friend and partner in crime. The boys were raised together because their mothers were best friends. At the early age of eighteen, Raequan had already served three different stints in juvenile, and Jayden was surprised he hadnât graduated to the big house yet. Though his crimes were petty, Raequan could be dangerous and Jayden hated the relationship Prince had with him.
âWhat are they arresting him for?â a shocked Jayden inquired.
âMan, some lady rolled up on us while we were chilling at the sub shop and accused him of stealing her car. So you know Prince and that mouth of his. He started cussing da bitch out.â T-Lee paused to toke on his Newport before continuing. âSo, she whips out her cell phone and calls the police and here we are.â
âHow can they just arrest him based on her word? I mean, look around at all of us; everybody dressed in jeans and a white tee, half with braids and half fades. Hell, we all look alike out here. Our own mommas probably couldnât positively identify us.â
âI know, man, but you know how it is. Young black males look suspicious to everybody, especially if more than two are chilling together.â Unsure of how he would react, T-Lee purposely withheld some information from Jayden. He knew for a fact that Prince was with Raequan and theyâd taken a ride in the ladyâs car. T-Lee knew that was enough for Prince to catch a charge.
Jayden gave T-Lee the universal black man handshake and returned his attention to his brother. How am I going to tell Mom this? Her heart is going to break, thought Jayden. As he stood on the sidewalk, looking at his other half. Jayden wished he could protect Prince from all harm and danger. Jayden knew that Prince acted hard and talked a good game, but deep inside were immeasurable amounts of pain,
âBoo, you are so bad. Come here and give me my kiss.â
Brianna grabbed Jayden around his waist and pulled him close to her. She stood eight inches shorter than Jayden and always stood on her tiptoes to meet his full lips for their daily French kiss good-bye. Moments later, Jayden began his five-block jog back toward the home of the Warriors. Jayden was less than a block from his destination when he saw a crowd of boys and instantly knew something was wrong with his brother.
Damn, Prince, not today. I donât need this today. Their entire lives, a shiver up his spine meant his twin brother was involved in something he had no business being in. It is said that identical twins experience some type of phenomenal experience whenever one encounters pain or danger. This was true with Prince and Jayden.
Jayden ran toward the crowd just in time to see his brother being handcuffed and thrown in the back of a police cruiser.
âWhat did he do? Prince, what is going on?â yelled Jayden over the ruckus.
Prince could only look at his mirror image through the raised car window and shake his head. Jayden didnât know if he should be angry at Prince or at the unfair prejudices of the world in which they lived. He had no idea what had gotten his brother arrested, but Jayden could guess it had something to do with their shiesty god brother, Raequan.
One of the boys Prince was with stepped to Jayden to provide a brief explanation of what had happened. âHey, man, your brotha ainât done anything wrong. These racist-ass cops just donât wanna listen,â explained T-Lee. âPrince and Raequan been chillingâ witâ us all day and you know how we do. These cops are just mad that the average street hustler make more in one week than they do all year.â T-Lee took a long drag off his Newport and pointed to the second police car parked beside a closed-down storefront. Raequan was sitting in the back seat with a stupid smile on his face.
Raequan Lamar Jackson was Princeâs best friend and partner in crime. The boys were raised together because their mothers were best friends. At the early age of eighteen, Raequan had already served three different stints in juvenile, and Jayden was surprised he hadnât graduated to the big house yet. Though his crimes were petty, Raequan could be dangerous and Jayden hated the relationship Prince had with him.
âWhat are they arresting him for?â a shocked Jayden inquired.
âMan, some lady rolled up on us while we were chilling at the sub shop and accused him of stealing her car. So you know Prince and that mouth of his. He started cussing da bitch out.â T-Lee paused to toke on his Newport before continuing. âSo, she whips out her cell phone and calls the police and here we are.â
âHow can they just arrest him based on her word? I mean, look around at all of us; everybody dressed in jeans and a white tee, half with braids and half fades. Hell, we all look alike out here. Our own mommas probably couldnât positively identify us.â
âI know, man, but you know how it is. Young black males look suspicious to everybody, especially if more than two are chilling together.â Unsure of how he would react, T-Lee purposely withheld some information from Jayden. He knew for a fact that Prince was with Raequan and theyâd taken a ride in the ladyâs car. T-Lee knew that was enough for Prince to catch a charge.
Jayden gave T-Lee the universal black man handshake and returned his attention to his brother. How am I going to tell Mom this? Her heart is going to break, thought Jayden. As he stood on the sidewalk, looking at his other half. Jayden wished he could protect Prince from all harm and danger. Jayden knew that Prince acted hard and talked a good game, but deep inside were immeasurable amounts of pain,
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