Not Your Average Thug

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Kambrey's POV

      "That's not even what happened," Kerri says, lying through her teeth.

I shake my head at her and Monica, who are arguing over what happened at the party last Saturday, as I take another sip of my frozen Strawberry from Mcdonald's. I swear these are just too good.

"Really? What happened then?" Monica asks as she sits back in her chair and folds her arms over her chest. We both eye Kerri, waiting to hear what excuse or lie she's going to say next. We all know what really happened.

"Okay, what had happened was-"

"Just stop right there. You know that when a black person starts their sentence with what had happened was, then it's a damn lie!" I interrupt, making the both start dying laughing. "But it ain't like we judging you. That night you just got a little too drunk for your own good, but us being your girls, we took care of you and got you out of there before you could embarrass yourself and us," I joke.

"You feel me," Monica adds, giving me a high five.

"Alright, alright, and I appreciate y'all for that," Kerri says.

I stick my lower lip out while Monica pretends to fake cry. Kerri rolls her eyes and throws some of her fries at us. I glare at her while brushing salt off of me. "Girl, don't be wasting perfectly good fries. You never know if this could be your last me," I say, somewhat on a serious note, but with a teasing smile. She especially don't need to be wasting the food that I buy for her.

Kerri's been going through some problems with her mom at home. There are times when her mom doesn't come home for days and even weeks after some of their fights, leaving Kerri in a house by herself with late bills and overdue rent. Sometimes even the cabinets and fridge have an absence of food, which is why she's always at my for breakfast or dinner, and sometimes I buy her food. I ain't trying to treat her like a charity case or nothing. I'm just looking out for my girl.

"Ugh, Junior is getting on my last nerves," Monica groans while texting away on her phone. Junior is Monica's boyfriend. They've been together since the age of fifteen and we're all seventeen going on eighteen now.

"What he doing this time?" I ask, finishing the last of my lemonade. Hopefully I can sneak away to buy another one.

"He's blowing up my phone, rushing me to get to his house. Nana is cooking us dinner because she wants to talk to us. Come on because I have to go," she says, grabbing her food and belonging and getting up. Nana is what everyone calls Junior's grandma. We've all known her for years and have grown attached to her.

"Okay, just let me run and get another lemonade real quick," I say. I run off to the Mcdonald's line before they can respond because I know they'll just try to talk me out of it. This is going to be my third one since we've been here. There's a group of guys standing in front of me, just socializing and blocking the way. "Are guys in line or what?" I ask in a rush.

All three of them turn towards me. I get a good look at their faces, but only one is recognizable. His name is Tremar, and he's one of the neighborhood thugs. I don't know who the other two boys are. I haven't seen them around town before.

"What's the deal, Kambrey?" Tremar asks with a smirk.

"Nothing. I'm trying to order something," I say.

He slyly steps out of the way so that I can get to the register. "My bad. Go ahead, girl," he says, licking his lips as he eyes me.

I roll my eyes and just order my drink. It's only $2.17 or a large. I stay drinking these daily. The cashier hands me my receipt and tells me to wait about two to five minutes so that she can make a fresh one. Curiously, I step over to Tremar and his friends. I want to know who they are.