Ariel
"So, how was the party? I've been here for hours and you haven't even mentioned it." Cam said while sitting on the computer chair across the room, spinning around slowly.
I guess maybe she suspected that something bad happened while I was there. But no, I actually really enjoyed myself. I got drunk off my ass and Kyla had to bring me home. But other than that, everything was good.
"It wasn't even bad actually." Was all I said. She stopped spinning and looked at me, waiting for me to tell her more.
I honestly didn't even really feel like talking about anything. I didn't feel like talking to anyone either. I'm not mad or sad or anything, I just don't feel like speaking.
To be honest, I miss Armani. A lot. I miss dressing her up every morning and laying down with her and Jaie; just us three lying in bed laughing and shit. Even when Jaie and I broke up and I was going through those rough few weeks. Armani was the only one keeping me alive and happy.
Now all I do is drink, fuck, smoke, party, and talk shit.
"What?" I asked, leaning against my headboard.
"Well, who all was there? What happened? What did y'all do? I need details bitch."
Oh god man. I don't feel like talking.
"Uh A lot of people, but I only stayed around Kyla, Ni- that one girl that I fucked at the club- ummm there was also my ex, Tray. I don't know if you remember ever hearing about her, but Kyla had got us connected and stuff again. She's trying so hard to bring my femimine side back out. It's pretty funny actually." I chuckled lowly while she nodded, playing with her hair.
"We just sat around, drank, and talked. Jaie never showed up and I'm glad because I was half sober so I probably would've gotten all in my feelings. But after Ni had mentioned her, I drank my damn life away. Ian wanna think about Jaie fuckin' someone and asking them for nudes.. that shit didn't sit well in my heart." I sighed while looking up at the ceiling, chewing on my lip.
Damn. Jaie. I miss you like hell, as much as I deny it.
Cam stayed quiet and I looked at her before picking up my phone. I looked at the lock screen and seen a bunch of messages from bitches I didn't want to talk to causing me to throw my phone back down and groan. Damn. My life is boring.
"Ain't shit to do." I mumbled. If Tray would text back faster, I might have something to do tonight. If she doesn't text back within an hour then I'm just gonna go out to a bar or something, and drink. Then call it a night. Yeah, I know.. my life is pathetic.
"Maybe you should go and get a job.. they're hiring at the club actually. You like going there, so you should be a bartender or something. Do something with all of the free time you seem to be having." In a way, I feel like she was throwing shots.. hm.
I looked over at her like she was crazy.
"A Job?"
My dad was lowkey rich and was a well known drug dealer, so really I've been just living off of his income my whole life. I rarely ever talk to him, but he always makes sure I'm good and that there's money in my bank account.
Cam nodded and I snickered.
"How about not." I shook my head, finally tossing my phone down beside me on the bed.
"Well, you need to be keeping yourself busy with something besides sex and dru-"
"I'd rather sell drugs than actually work somewhere. You know what, that's really what I should do." I smirked while sitting up off my bed, looking across the room at her as she spun around in the chair again. She quickly stopped and looked at me like I was insane.
"That's a horrible idea. I'm trying to get you away from drugs, not drag you right back to them." She said as she gave me a straight face.
"Man you always disagreeing wit some shit. I don't see why it matters."
"Because, it's not safe and you're so much better than that, Ari." she frowned.
"I'm not. This is me."
"It's not. And I've already had to try and put up with your constant drinking and crazy shit, and now you wanna go out and sell drugs? What the fuck type of shit is this? At the rate you're going, you're gonna end up dead somewhere. And you never know if someone is gonna be able to be there and help you." I looked across the room at her, giving her a straight face as she gave me a sad one.
"You ever think that maybe I wanna die?"
"What the hell Ari! You have a baby to live for!"
"Nah, Jaie does."
"You're gonna regret not taking the time to clean yourself up so that you can see Armani again."
"Whatever. Ion care. I wanna die so lemme kill myself the way that I'd like to."
"I always told you that one heart is connected to many. Your family is gonna be sad, I'm gonna be-"
"I'm fine man. You always tripping."
"You know what.. fine."
"Nah, ima call my pops up right now and see wassup."
Cam shook her head and got up, grabbing her purse and keys. "I'm not about to sit here and listen to you make a big ass mistake. I'm going home."
I shrugged and rolled over grabbing my phone, looking at her before pointing to the door.
"Uh, there's the door. Why you ain't walk out of it yet?"
"Wow." She said under her breath and quickly walked out.
Lately Cam has lowkey been getting on my nerves. Either she always has something negative to say, always disagreeing with me, not supporting my dumb ass decisions, or always quick to leave and say something I don't like. I mean, I snap quickly over the dumbest things. So if you're my best friend and you know that, either stop aggravating me or don't come around.
I know I'm pushing most of my friends away, and all of the nice ass girls that I've been meeting lately; I've been pushing them away too. But really, I just want to be by myself. I don't need people coming and checking on me, I don't need people trying to coach me through life. I don't need anything or anyone. And I'm tired of everyone thinking that I'm vulnerable because I went downhill the first few weeks of my breakup.
Shit, as long as I never speak to Jaie again I'll be perfect.
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Instead of calling my dad, I decided to just pop up at his house. It's better to discuss business in person than over a phone right? Right.
"So, you tryna sell?" My dad asked as he raised his eyebrows. He was putting some weed in a bag, and I grabbed a bag and began helping out while shrugging.
"I jus wanna do something I guess." I said while sealing up the bag, placing it in the box with all the other ones that had all been filled with that exact amount. I then picked up another one and started doing the same thing.
My dad had always wanted me to grow and take over his business. Now, I wasn't trying to get that deep into drugs. I'd do some and sell some on the side, but it's a big ass 'hell fuck no' to all of the big time drug dealing.
He cleared his throat and tapped his ring on the table as if he was thinking, before finally beginning to speak.
"Well, I mean, I have girls who do drops and shit. They have fun. This ain't one of those traditional ass gangs or whatever. They actually made their own little gang, I just supply them with the drugs and they sell and do whatever with them. I could call the head of the gang if ya want. They a bunch of people like.. you." He said before laughing loudly.
"Like me?" I asked.
"Gay.." was all he said before shaking his head. Okay yeah, now it's time to change the subject.
My dad has always had a problem with that, but for some reason he's always around us 'gays' that he apparently can't stand.
He always told me that if I was to turn out gay, he'd kill me or whatever. Either he's being nice to the gays because we're tough on the inside and some dead ass think that they're niggas and that they can take on anything; so they go out and do the most dangerous shit ever. Or, he's just putting up with me because he wants me to have the company so that he knows it's in good hands. One of the two.
"Call 'em." I told him while tossing the bag into the box. He picked up his phone and scrolled through is contacts before pressing the speaker button, putting the phone on the table.
"Hello?"
Ooooo damn that voice was sexy.
"Aye, Mj." My dad said in his deep ass voice.
"Wassuh Choke?"
Oh yeah, Choke is his name or whatever around the streets. So that's what they all call him.
"Aye I gotta girl who wanna get put on wit y'all gang and shit. Come slide through for a quick lul minute. Chop it up."
I finally sat down and looked across the table at him before we heard an "okay." Then the line went dead.
"These lu' dykes be serious. You can't be fuckin' around and bein' a dumb ass. Foolin' around with their money and shit." He said as he eyed me.
"Fuck is ya old ass thinking? I'm gon' rob 'em? Ian that dumb pops." I chucked before leaning back in the chair. I pulled out my phone and began playing on it while we waited for Mj to come over. About 20 minutes passed and we finally heard the doorbell ring.
"It's open!" He yelled, and I looked over across the kitchen at the front door, watching it open. The girl who stepped in- Gahhhh damn. Man she was like walking sex.
I stiffened up a bit and looked closely, my eyes widening up a bit as she walked closer. Man.. she's so fine.
She didn't smile or anything. Like she was trying to look serious in a way. Maybe that's how you had to look out here. I don't mind though. I used to be all smiles and shit, but now, I walk around with a damn straight face.
Pops stood up and dapped her off before pointing to me. He was saying something but I was too busy scanning her body with my eyes like I've never scanned somebody ever before. I watched her nod and wave at me while moving her lips, obviously saying something but I wasn't listening.
"Ariel!" Pops deep ass voice snapped me back to reality, and I blinked a few times, trying to hide my embarrassed ass blush that was forming on my cheeks while standing up. I'm so glad the room has very dim lighting. She reached her arm out to me and I did the same, dapping her off also.
"Wassup, I'm Mj." She said, barely smiling. I half smiled and nodded. Should I tell her my real name? Well, of course. Duh.
"Ariel, but call me Si."
She nodded and then looked to pops as he sat back down, packing up some more bags. Mj instantky joined in and helped while talking to him. I guess they were talking about me because he'd point to me sometimes but all I could do was stand there leaning against the wall, staring at her like she was food or something.
I can't be doing this; I won't even make it into the gang at this rate.
I reached over and pinched my arm before sitting back at the table, helping pack some more bags.
"The gang is all at our warehouse, we usually meet up at night and chill and shit. If ya want, I can bring you by and let you meet the bruddus'." Mj said while licking her lips. I nodded slowly and threw the last bag into the box.
Once we finished, we helped stash the boxes somewhere and Choke gave Mj a few bags as a thank you for helping.
Before leaving, she dapped him off. Just to seem all hard and cool, I did the same and we both walked outside together. She unlocked her car and I stood by the side of the door with my hands stuffed in my pockets while watching her put the bags that he gave her into the backseat.
"Aight so, just follow me there. Yea?"
Damn, why doesn't she ever smile? I rarely smile but I wanted her to see my sexy ass smile and like me or some shit! The hell!?
I nodded and grabbed my keys out of my pocket before walking over and getting in my car, starting it up and tapping rapidly on the steering wheel while waiting for her to pull out of the driveway.
What am I gonna do if all of the other girls look as fine as her? I'm gonna be surrounded by a bunch of temptations and that honestly seems like it'll kill me mentally. Not to mention they're most likely all studs and they like fems or whatever.
Mj soon pulled out of the driveway and I pressed on the gas beginning to carefully follow behind her. I didn't even turn on the music, my pathetic ass is so deep in thought.
I never even had the balls to join a damn gang. Like.. why am I doing this? I change my wardrobe and suddenly I'm brave? Ain't this something.
We finally pulled up and I quickly got out of the car. I wasn't trying to be slow and slowly trail behind. I wanted to be on my shit and show them why I should be able to be in this gang. Not only did I want to do this for something to keep me busy, but also, people in gangs don't do shit but smoke, drink, act a fool, sell drugs, and fuck. And those are my main things.
"Y'all!" Mj yelled once we walked into the warehouse. Damn, it's nice as fuck in here.
We walked all around, going to the den area where three other studs sat around, and a few girls who looked like hoes or groupies whatever you wanna call them; were either on their laps or walking around half naked.
"We got a new member inna group." She said, gaining all of their attention but one.
"Shay, turn that shit off." Mj said, and the girl, who I'm guessing was shay, paused the game she was playing and turned to look at me.
Holy fuck. Every single one of them looked fine as hell. Even the lu hoes looked fuckable.
Man, maybe this is just my hormones talking. I haven't had sex in a few days now surprisingly.
"Wassup?" I licked my lips as I looked around at everyone.
Should I smile? Or keep a straight face? All of their faces were kind of straight actually, but maybe that's because they didn't know me?
I decided to half smile, while chewing on the inside of my cheek nervously.
Mj decided to talk again, since nobody wanted to speak up first.
"She a friend of Choke's and now she's one of the bruddus. Y'all, this is Si. Si, that's Shay, Erica -Call her Rica-, and there's Mohogany -Call her Gany. And welcome to TYB!" She pointed out each one of them, and two of them smiled except for the last one which I think was Mohogany.
"What's Tyb?" I asked, feeling a bit embarrassed that I was so clueless.
"Toss Yo Bitch." They all said in unison. I raised my eyebrows and nodded slowly. Hm..
"Hey Si!" Rica cheered as she got up off the couch, walking over. I have a feeling that Erica is a stem... she has something about her. She's kind of girly in the looks, and her voice too. Now shay on the other hand, Shay is a fuckin' daddy. My god.
"Hey." I dapped her off before walking over and sitting on the couch. Shay turned off the game all the way and focused her attention on me. Mj walked around the house telling all the lu groupies to leave, making me laugh on the inside. Damn, they're in here living the life like some pimps. I should've done this long ago.
"Tell us about yourself, Si." Shay smiled while grabbing a water bottle. I watched closely as she began drinking her water. Oh man.
Mj finally came back in and sat on the couch, next to me while I leant back and got comfy. I was probably gonna be here a while.
"Well, I'm Ariel but y'all can call me Si-" right when I had started talking, I was rudely cut off by Gany getting up and leaving. Like the way Joe Budden left Migos.
I scrunched up my face to say something, but Mj placed her hand over mine while Shay shook her head 'no' and Erica made a 'mm' noise. The hell?
Once she was finally all the way out, Shay spoke up. Good, cause I was about to ask what the fuck the bitch's problem was.
"She's been acting like this all day. I guess her and her girl broke up, and the girl and her friends are like bashing her and stuff. We tried to help, but I guess Gany don't want us in her love life." Shay shrugged, and I stood up, beginning to walk to where she had disappeared to.
I could hear the other girls whisper-yelling at me to come back and leave Gany alone. But I wanted to know what was on her mind. I know how breakups are, and I know how it feels to be played and treated like a clown. All that. Maybe I could possibly help.
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•This wasn't very interesting, but I promise it's the only boring chapter I'll have.
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