I laugh at Nola picking on him.
"Perdóneme, Nola. Can we get by you," I smile at the both of them.
"Y'all may," she moves.
"I shoulda jumped over yo thot ass-"
"Hey," she pushes him.
He doesn't even bother pushing her back he just goes inside. I laugh while following him to his room.
"Shut up," he mumbles.
"No," I laugh more.
His phone rings. I watch him check it.
Hmm?
He doesn't text back.
"Don't go in his room," I hear Legba.
Woah.
"Hey," I say out loud.
I stop at his room door and decide to sit on the couch instead.
"Huh?" Bembé asks.
"Nun," I say.
Bembé's POV
My phone rings again.
From Rali:
"Thats yo boyfriend or sumn? Since when do you like guys? I ain tryna get at you anymore I just heard you trappin more than psychedelics. Hook me up."
To Rali:
"Nah. Keep mindin yo business. I got you on that tho. What you need?"
From Rali:
"A eighth of m's."
To Rali:
"Ight I'ma drop it off to you."
I pick up my bookbag, then check it to make sure I got everything.
"Lemme see yo phone," I hear.
Woah.
I put my bag down slowly and try not to be suspicious.
"Yeah woah."
I look up at Rojo leaning on my door frame with his hand out.
"What," I laugh.
"Lemme see yo phone-"
"Why?"
"You just offered to show me earlier. What's the difference Papi. Lemme see," he smiles.
I put my phone in my pocket and sigh.
"Why you bothering me," I brush him off.
"I feel sumn-"
"Okay nigga," I get an attitude.
"It's not jealously. Give it here. You supposed to be mi novio..."
"Mind yo business baby," I smile.
He comes toward me and reaches for my pocket.
"Mind yo business," I shove his hands away.
"You are my business bruh."
"Why you getting so mad?" I ask seriously.
"Cause you playin, bruh. Me tienes jodido. You got me fucked up."
"You got yo self fucked up," I mumble.
Whistling blows through my ears.
"Stop," I hear a mans voice.
