Tania Brooks | Nia
"How many times is this nigga gonna call me ?" I questioned silencing my phone
"His ass just so damn dumb, shouldn't been fucking these bitches from left to right" Jasmine plopped down next to me on her couch
"I need to change my number asap" I said
"I'm lowkey hungry though" I thought as I walked throughout her house
"If Kristin ass didn't eat all the damn snacks, we would have some !" She yelled so her sister could hear her
"Shut up Jasmine, fucking goofy ass !"
"That's why yo ass bald head now, damn chicken head" Jasmine mumbled as I let out a loud laugh "Bitch got me sprint"
"Let's go to the gas station, I'm hungry as hell" I grabbed my keys
"Fine with me" She shrugged "Kristin we coming back !"
"Lock the door !"
"I lost my key, that was my point of telling you that I'll be right back !"
"Y'all need to stop yelling" Jasmine dad walked from somewhere in the house
"Why aren't you yelling ?" Jasmine questioned
"Shut up girl" He waved her off "Hey Tania"
"Hey Mr. Daniels"
"Daddy we're going to the gas station real quick, we'll be right back"
"Get me something" Kristin came down the steps
"Hell to the no, chicken ass head" Jasmine rolled her eyes
"Watch your mouth Jasmine" Mr. Daniels scolded her
"My bad, but she should've thought about her smart ass comment earlier"
"I ain't even say nothing to your dumbass" Kristin mugged her
"Yes you did, dumbass" She out heavy emphasis on dumbass
"Jasmine watch your mouth and get your sister something from the store"
"I'ma get her some edge control, when you leaving for college anyways ?" Jasmine questioned as I opened the door
"Jasmine, it's just June" Kristin gave her a blank stare
"Well August roll around faster"
"Come on" I laughed as I pushed her out the door
I unlocked the car doors and we got inside. I let the windows down since I didn't need to burn any gas. I parked next to a pump and grabbed my wallet to see how much I brought with me.
"I was gonna pay for everything ya' know" Jasmine said as she unbuckled her seatbelt
"Nah, I'm about to put some gas in my tank" I shut the car off
"Oh"
I grabbed the 100 dollar bill and slid it in my pocket, locking the car doors. We walked towards the door and saw the usual crackhead sitting there, usually begging or selling something.
"What'chu want Harold ?" Jasmine questioned as he stopped her
"I got some grams for ya, matter fact I selling my daughters bike -"
"What the hell ? Why you selling your daughter's shit ?" I raised an eyebrow
"She don't know I got it, I'm borrowing it to get some money" He said trying to sound smart
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E. 99th Street
Teen Fiction"East 99 is where you'll find us slangin' that yayo, Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run"
