Hood Barbie

ONE | A Woman's Worth

Psalm 147:3
3 "He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds."

Jordan placed a half dozen of eggs, two snicker bars, a 2 liter RC Cola, and a pack of Kings Wrap on the counter. It's 10:32 PM and the nearest corner store that is open is Luckys. Luckys stayed open till midnight. All the fiends, drug dealers, and brothas' be having this store swole every night with the bullshit. Jordan had just got off from working a late shift at this boutique called Wanda's Fabrics. It's Friday night but all she needs tonight is a nice spliff before bed instead of going out with her homegirls. Jordan has always been a homebody.

Ramone, 27 years old, stood behind the counter that was blocked by glass. His father Mannie owns a few corner stores in the hood. An Arab family hustle.

"Ain't you a little too young to be purchasing wrap?" He started bagging Jordan's other items while he totaled up her order on the register. Jordan has the body of a grown woman with her thick curves but the face of a innocent child even though she's 17 years old. She stood at 5'9; gorgeously tall. Jordan's moisturized chocolate skin, big almond brown size eyes, full lips, and her hair styled into a dark red, blunt cut bob that complimented her beautiful melanin complexion. Jordan is absolutely gorgeous.

Jordan rolled her eyes.  Ramone always tripping. When his cousin Raul is covering a shift he always looks out because he practically knows everyone in the neighborhood. "C'mon as much as I come in this store you can't just sell me a dolla' wrap?"

He pointed at a sign that someone made that was taped on the glass.

'Will not sell alcohol or cigarettes etc without proof of I.D.'

"No I.D no wrap. Sorry. $7.25" He held out his hand underneath the glass tray as he she shook his head. His dark curls swaying and his thin lips tightening into a smug smirk.

Jordan shook her head. I can't stand him she thought as she took out change to purchase her items.

Some chocolate dude that stood tall—at least six feet— behind her gently pulled her to the side and paid for two kings wraps for Jordan. The smell of his cologne and the way his hands gripped Jordan's hip left her a bit soft for him.

"I gotchu' ma." He smiled down at her with his golds shining at her. His deep southern accent causing goosebumps to form all over her body. Jesus this man is fine. A beautiful smile any girl wouldn't mind.

One thing Jordan loved more than anything was a thug. It was something about that hood life she craved knowing damn well she needed no parts of it.

"Thank ya. I swear Ramone be tripping sometimes." Jordan said; then stuck out her tongue teasingly. Ramone shook his head seemingly ignoring her teasing as he took the next customer.

Jordan grabbed the wrap and stuffed it in her plastic bag while laughing with the guy who purchased her items. She been thinking of rolling a spliff all day and that asshole wasn't going to ruin her night.

"Next time bring a I.D" Ramone called after Jordan as she walked out the door. As fine as dude was that paid for her wrap she needed to get home and had no time to entertain niggas. That didn't stop Mr. Chocolate from holding her up before she could disappear.

A girl as beautiful as Jordan you don't cross paths too often. Mr. Chocolate was definitely interested in getting her number before they parted ways. It's something about her that he couldn't miss the opportunity.

"You busy tonight? I'm headed to a lil get together you should slide through. Beautiful." He smiled once again at her.

Even though he sure was fine she knew absolutely nothing about him. Jordan wasn't the type to wander off with strangers. This guy didn't look familiar either and she can tell he definitely don't go to Westwood High. Who was he?