135 (Capital Steez)

12• Exactly Where They Fall

Issa up there ^^^ (Issa Gold from The Underachievers)

"I missed you too Issa!" He said cheerfully.

"Y'all go upstairs and talk. I'm about to watch my show. I got Empire recorded."

We jogged upstairs and sat down on my bed.

"You make any friends?"

"Yup! Two! Jasmine and this dude Jamal but he goes by Steez."

"Steez?"

"Yeah, weird nickname but aye, if th-"

"Courtney? Jamal Dewar?!" Issa questioned.

My eyes widened. "You know him?!?"

"Hell yeah!!! I was that niggas supplier. He was lowkey weird."

"Yeah he kinda lurks. You cool with him?"

"Nah, I mean kinda. He shot one of my boys though."

"Akeem?!" I yelled.

"No! And shhh! Akeem good. He wanted me to give you a hug for him."

I hugged Issa and laughed. "Can you tell me about Steez?"

"Oh yeah, I got a whole lot to tell you. Akeem and I introduced him to this psychedelic lifestyle and he took it too far this one day."

"Mhm..." I was intrigued by what he was saying.

"So while we were on lsd-"

"Lsd?!" I whisper shouted. "You do drugs now?!"

"Stephanie it's not that big of a deal."

"I'm not gonna tell Dad or anything but what the hell? You were so innocent and chill." I covered my mouth.

"Steph, I live in Flatbush. Ain't no good kids on my block." He shrugged. "I don't think you should be hanging out with Steez though...just sayin'."

"Why not?"

"He shady as fuck. Akeem asked him to do something in New Jersey and the nigga came back a week later saying it couldn't be done. A week later!"

"Ok. A week...?"

"It takes you a week to get a folder? And Jersey ain't even that far either. That nigga was plottin'. Swear to God b."

"Aw you got a accent and stop. That don't mean he was plottin'. Steez is a sweetie."

"Steez is a sweetie." He mocked me. "No he's not. He stabbed a brotha. I don't trust him and you need to stay away from his shady ass."

My phone rang. It was Steez.

"Who is that?" Issa asked.

"..."

He sucked his teeth and looked at my phone.

"You fucking serious." He said under his breath. "Don't pick it up. If you pick it up I'm talking."

I let the phone ring.

Steez: So you not gon pick up? 😒

"Ugggghh." I threw my head back and pouted.

Steez: Imma just go to your house then 😑 see you in two.

Issa read the message. "You've got to be fucking kidding me. He knows where you live?!"

I nodded my head and clenched my teeth.

He threw my phone on the floor. "Stephanie you fucked up! Why does he know where you live?!"

"I don't know, I don't know! He ju-"

"Text him back and tell him not to come over here. NOW!"

I picked my phone up and text him.