"Wassup." The boys said as I walked up the stairs.
I gave a simple head nod walking into the house. I walked to the room where I know the money should be counted at.
About an hour I was out the house and back in my car. Things is running smoothly here but it ain't in Chicago which is confusing me. West Virginia is like one of the many states that drugs get moved in and out of. I get a lot love in Chicago so the niggas that's probably causing problems is some new young niggas or somebody I already know. I haven't heard nothing bad from my niggas in Kentucky in a while so I know nothing ain't going bad there, it's Chicago.
My phone began to ring. It was Kierra which surprised me with her stuck up ass. I hung up on her yesterday because she always playing with me like ima kid or something.
"Speak." I said stopping at a stop light.
"Uh, uh rudeness. Don't answer yo' phone like that. Especially when you see my number coming across the screen."
"But when you do it, it's ok? You so double standard that shit don't make no sense."
"You always got a attitude damn." She said putting me on pause.
"I don't got a attitude. Whatchu' want?"
"Nothing never mind." She said hanging up.
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No Strings Attached
General FictionDating is overrated. At least that's what Kierra thinks. After what her ex did she's completely over relationships...or is she?
