My shift is over. I blast music through my purple Beats headphones as I walk from the cafe to my house. I live only 20 minutes away if I walk, so I decide to walk everyday.
Even with my headphones I hear loud music and a vibration through the sidewalk. I pause my music then hear Tupac's voice filling the street.
I turn and look over my shoulder. Oh hell no
I put my beats on then walk a little faster.
I hear a murmuring next to me as j try to turn my music up louder.
The car drives ahead of me about 15 feet. Stops. Then he gets out.
"Reik get out of here witcho lame ass!" He walks back to me. I keep walking.
"Shut up, Bahja! You know--"
"Wait," I cut him off, "don't tell me to shut up. I talk whenever the fuck I want" I walk past him. I adjust my phone in my jacket pocket so it doesn't fall out.
He grabs my arm, tugs me back hella hard, then my phone falls out of my pocket. The head phone jack comes out and my phone its the concrete.
"Man! Fuck you Reik! Always fucking shit up! Can I get a break?" I yell at him then pick my phone up.
My phone is all types of fucked up. The screen is all cracked. There is no return. I press the on button, it won't even turn on.
I don't say anything. I just put my phone back in my pocket then continue my walk home.
