“Why the fuck is your rapper name Garlic Bread?”
“Because,” he started sheepishly. “I was eating some spaghetti with garlic bread with my moms one day, and this song by Killa K came on. That was the day I decided to be a rapper!”
“Nigga, that is thedumbestshit I ever heard!”
“Sixteen?” Amaya asked. “I’m gon’ put you onto a statutory charge if y’all don’t get the fuck outta here! These are little ass girls!”
“We ain’t gotta leave!” Another one said. “Who gon’ make us?” I instantly reached out to stop Amaya from charging over there, and she looked at me angrily. I spun around to face her quickly.
“Chill yo’ ass out. If you run up on one of these lil’ niggas and one of them tries to put their hands on you, we both goin’ to jail.”
“Yeah, listen to your man, bitch!” Mr. Mouthy spat. Just that quick, my hands were off her and on his ass. I yoked his lil’ ass up and had him up against the wall.
“Wait, Chase, man! Don’t hurt me!” he pleaded as his eyes ballooned.
“Nah, let that nigga hit you! We can sue!” The third one piped in, ready to pull out his phone for a viral moment. Amaya quickly snatched it from his hand.
“You sound stupid! You’re really dumb enough to incriminate yourself by filming y’all in the house with all these lil’ ass girls?” The girl with the crazy looking hot pink lip gloss on sucked her teeth.
“And Brooklyn, youknowbetter! In here with these damn boys! Where is your mama?”
“My parents had a date,” she huffed and rolled her eyes.
“Oh, yeah. She gon’ hear from me!”
“Nooo! Please!” Brooklyn begged. “Please don’t tell, I’ll do anything!”
“Oh, I’mdefinitelytelling! Your hot ass ain’t have no business inviting these senior citizens over here! Anything could have happened to y’all!” Brooklyn groaned and stomped her feet in that annoying kiddie way that reminded me that their asses weretooyoung for all this shit. I turned back to the one I had hemmed up against the wall.
“Lil’ nigga, you better not ever let me hear about y’all doing some shit like this again!”
“I won’t,” he groaned, legs still dangling in the air.
“Now, y’all get the fuck outta here!” I snapped.
“Man, you ain’t the one who invited us! We ain’t gotta do shit!” One of the other ones said. I laughed. If I had to lay hands on every last one of them, I would be more than glad to.
“What thefuckis going on?” A voice from the front door caused everyone to turn around to see a short, curvy woman and a big nigga. He may have been a couple inches shorter than me, but he could have been a lineman on any given day. I assumed that they must have been Brooklyn’s parents, which was good because this shit needed to end quickly.
“Bianca, girl… Kadence called me and asked me to come get her because Brooklyn invited these grown ass boys over here and it made her uncomfortable. We came to get her and found Lil Niggaz Wit Attitudes and they got outta pocket when we told them they had to go,” Amaya explained. Her parents looked over at her with rage in their eyes. I didn’t have any kids, but growing upwith my own Black own mama had me all too familiar with that look. She was introuble.
“You said you weren’t going to tell!!!” Brooklyn wailed, like she knew she had an ass whooping waiting on her.
“Girl, Ineversaid that!” Amaya quipped.
“I-It wasn’t just me! Kadence and Olivia were in on it too! We planned it together.”
“I didnot!”Kadence yelled. One look at her attire compared to the other girls made it obvious that she was ready for bed, not a hookup.
“Why the hell are y’all still standing here!?” the man barked as he grabbed the remaining two boys by their collars and escorted them towards the door. I took my cue, tucking his lil ass up under my arm like a duffel bag and carrying him to the door. Once they were deposited on the front lawn, I guess they realized that they didn’t really want this smoke and tripped all over themselves to jump in that Altima and get the fuck out of dodge. The two of us stood there in silence as we watched one taillight disappear out of the neighborhood.
“Hold up,” he said softly before turning to me. “You! You’re Chase Andrews!” The nigga started holding his chest like he was about to pass out and I prayed that he didn’t. Carrying the lil dude was easy, but I didn’t know if I could get his ass back in that house.
“I am,” I admitted with a guilty shrug.
“Gotdamn! Nigga, what you doin’ in New Dawn? Did theyreallygive you forty mil? Aye, can you sign my jersey?!”
“I’m here visiting a friend. Yes. And Yes,” I answered back.
