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Ready to get it poppin’, I stepped up to Jah and Raven’s double doors, and rang the doorbell, just as my pops was pulling off. With the size of the massive house, I knew that it would be a few minutes before anybody answered. So, I stood there texting Jahrae to speed up the process.
Come open up the door lame nigga.
I smirked when he replied with a fuck you finger. I was still gazing at my phone, when the doors were pulled open.
“Ewe.”
Lifting my head, I realized that Jahreiah’s annoying, ugly ass had answered the door. She was Jahrae’s sister, and always irritated the shit out of me. “Yo, don’t even start, nappy head,” I warned, as I strolled into the house.
Sassily, she rolled her eyes and smacked her lips. “Boy, bye. Aint nobody finna go there with your seedy headed ass. And why are you even here? It aint the summer or holidays. It’s bad enough that we’re forced to see you then.”
“Move.” I lightly shoved her, even though she wasn’t in my way. “I’m here year ‘round now, Ms. Chicken.”
“Double ewe. Why would you fuck up the city like that? Nobody likes you, musty.”
“They aint too fond of you, neither, pissy,” I rebutted.
“Yep. I smell just like the hallways in ya mammy’s house, peasant.” Her eyes roamed over me. “With ya tack head ass. You New York muthafuckas swear that y’all be putting that shit on. Meanwhile, you look like you go dumpster diving.”
“Yo—” I got out.
“Sin, my boy, you ‘bout ready to roll out?” Jahrae questioned, as he approached us in the foyer.
“Yea. You got the keys to the Porsche?” I questioned, hoping to pull up the right way.
“Nah.” He stroked his chin. “I’m taking the Escalade, cause we gotta bringothermuthafuckas.”
I hooded my eyes. “Other mufuckas? Like who?”
Jahrae’s eyes traveled to Jahreiah. “Her, of course JJ, Jahlero, and Jaylah gotta come too.”
I sighed. “Ya moms and pops enforcing that?”
“You already know.”
“Nigga, we was coming regardless, so don’t act like mama and daddy got anything to do with it,” Jahreiah interjected.
“Yo, you buggin’, shorty. OD’n for real, cause nobody was talking to you.”
“I don’t give a fuck who you were talking to. I said what I said.” She sassily twisted her neck.
Scowling, I mushed her face. “Shut up.”
“You bitch-ass nigga,” she growled, while clobbering me over the head.
Knowing that Jahrae was my nigga, and wasn’t gonna intervene, I swooped her off her feet, while wrapping an arm around her neck. Never missing a beat, she continuously bopped me in the head. Her lil’ ass could throw some hands, but I ate them shits.
“Jahreiah, main, chill,” Jahrae eventually spoke up.
“Put me down, pussy,” she whispered in my ear.
“I should drop your ass, yo.” I huffed out, before placing her back on her feet.
“Pussy,” she chattered, while shoving me back.
Jahrae cleared his throat. “Are y’all done with this little ritual?”
