Make It Count (Urban Fiction)

Chapter 6

"I'm good right here." 

"Hmm, whatever." Keyshia spoke walking off.

     Niya turned back to get friends and began to talk.

"When can I call you?" I asked Niya.

"You asked me that already." She smirked. "That's why I'm asking again, and that's why I'ma keep asking until you let me call."

She looked at her friends then back to me.

"Let's go for a ride." She smiled.

"Right now?"

"Yea." She spoke stuffing her hands in the pockets of her jeans.

I looked back at Ahmod who was focused on the dice game.

"Aright." I shrugged.

I noticed a mug on Keyshia's face as we passed by.

"Bye girl!" Niya spoke oblivious to Keyshia's jealousy.

    "Where you tryna go?" I asked starting the car.

"Nice car." She spoke rubbing her hand against the smooth black leather and observing the back seat.

I shrugged and pulled off.

"Let's go to the hills." She spoke.

I turned my head and looked at her.

"What?" She smirked.

"You be going up there?" I asked while switching into the lane near the exit.

"Yea, it's where I chill."

"I thought I was the only person who knew about that spot."

She smiled while looking out of the window.

      When we made it to the top of the hills, I parked my car and got out. We could see the entire city from this location. The shining lights from the buildings colored the sky.

"It's so beautiful." She spoke leaning against the car.

I smirked while sitting next to her.

"You ever think about life outside of the city?" She asked while gazing.

"Na, this is all I know." I shrugged.

"I want to explore the world. I know it's more to it than this."

"Shit maybe."

I pulled out the bag of weed and a gar so that I could roll up, it was the only way I could clear my mind.

"You trippin'. See that's why I'm going to school, so that I can travel. I'm not tryna be living here my whole life working a dead end job. I want more."

"What you tryna be?" I asked rolling the blunt.

"A lawyer." She smiled.

"A lawyer?" I laughed a little.

"You're laughing, but you might need me to defend you one day." She spoke reaching for the blunt.

"So you gone be a lawyer smoking?" I asked while passing her the weed.

"This is just something to do now, I don't plan on doing it my whole life." She laughed.

I shook my head.

      For the next few hours, I listened to her talk about her dreams and childhood. We actually had a lot in common.

"So what do you plan on doing with your life?" She asked through low eyes.

It was crazy because no one ever asked me shit like that.

"This is all I see myself doing." I shrugged.

It was the only thing I knew how to do, hustle and make money.

"I feel you,  but you don't have dreams?" She asked, pressing the issue.

"Shit, dreams stop when you have to focus on living. I used to want to go to school but shit, it wasn't an option for me when I saw my grams struggling."

"That shouldn't stop you." She spoke staring at me.

    I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket.

"Yea?" I answered.

"Get over this way." Mac barked before disconnecting the call.

Back to reality.

    "Let me get you home." I said standing.

We both got into the car and pulled off.

       I parked the cat outside of her house.

"This was cool." She smiled.

"Yo ma ain't gone trip about you being high?"

"Yea right, I doubt if she's here." She smacked her lips reaching for the door.

"So can I call you?"

"How about I call you?" She smiled.

We exchanged numbers and I watched her enter her home before pulling off.

    I drove through the dirty streets, passing pimps, hoes, and fiends. The shit really fucked you up if you sat down and thought about it. But shit we all had to eat.

      I passed main street and noticed it was still packed. Mark B was still posted while Ahmod was nowhere to be found.

"Where Ahmod?" I asked pulling beside Mark B.

"He left right after you with some bitch." He spoke watching the streets.

This nigga was the most paranoid person I knew.

"Aight, I'll be back." I spoke pulling away.

       I pulled outside of the warehouse and grabbed the gun from under the seat,  tucking it under my shirt. When walking inside, they began to pat me down.

What the fuck?

After removing the gun, they let me inside of Mac's office.

"What was that all about?" I asked taking a seat in Mac's chair.

"You can never be too careful." He grinned.

Something wasn't right.

    "So I been hearing the streets talk." He spoke rising from his seat.

"What they saying?" I asked reclining in the seat.

"Yo boy Ahmod, he came up on some money?" He asked.

"Shit, not that I know of." I shrugged.

I knew he wanted to know where this money was coming from but he wouldn't get shit outta me.

"I would hate to find out yall niggas on some grimy shit."

"Man you know us. When have we ever fucked you over. You ain't got no reason to be trippin'.

He was quiet for a minute while stroking his beard.

"Yea you right." He agreed. "But you never can trust a nigga too much." He continued.

"Yea."

I didn't know where this nigga was going but I was ready to leave.

"So look, I got some shit for you too handle. I need you to deliver some white for me Tuesday."

"I gotcha." I spoke standing up.

"Aight, I'll let you know what time." He spoke taking a seat.

   I walked to exit his office.

"Aye Khalil." He called.

"What's up?" I asked turning around.

"Tell ya boy to stop spending money on these hoes. It's not a good look." He laughed.

I shook my head and left the office.

      "Fuck." I mumbled while starting up the car.

I had to get to Ahmod.