“Ritual?” Me and Jahreiah responded in unison, while turning to look at him.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Y’all do this every time.”
“Yo, deadass, you buggin’. I mind my fucking business. This chicken is just always talkin’. Facts.” I pointed, before flicking her hair.
“Nigga, you wish.” She swatted me off.
“Okay.” Jahrae loudly clapped his hands. “Alright. Enough of that. Jahreiah, go tell everybody that it’s time to roll.”
“Yea, scram.” I added, shooing her off.
Rolling her eyes, she gave us the finger, as she sauntered off.
Jahrae shook his head, while looking at me.
“What?” I furrowed a brow.
“Oh, nothing.” He licked his lips. “Just know that I’m watching youandher. Y’all aint slick. I see everything.”
***
Sitting in the back of the Escalade, I couldn’t stop laughing at the siblings’ banter. Jahrae was the oldest present…I guess. Cause his pops had a oops baby named JJ, and they were the same age, and I wasn’t exactly sure who was actually the oldest. Either way, neither of them were the oldest overall. They had a older sister and brother who were both over eighteen. So, everybody eighteen and under was in the truck, minus the youngest two who stayed at home.
Outside of Jahrae and JJ, everybody was a year apart, so they kinda moved as a unit when it came to outings. They were literally 18, 17, 16, and 15. Jahreiah’s ugly ass was seventeen like me, while Jahlero and Jaylah were sixteen and fifteen. Which meant that they were all in high school, and pulled up to most parties together. And them mufuckas argued the whole time, every time.
“Man, I’d love to know how you thought that your big head ass was supposed to sit in the front,” JJ fussed at Jaylah, as she was in the passenger’s seat, riding shotgun, while Jahrae drove.
“Cause,” Jaylah scoffed. “The front seat controls the music, and nobody was about to ride and listen to the Migos the whole fucking way.”
Sitting behind his sister, JJ waved her off. “Pshh.”
Sitting on the third row…next to lil’ ugly, I had nothing to say. But I was laughing my ass off as they talked shit.
“Look, fuck all that,” Jahreiah spoke up, before sniffing the air. “Ya’ll don’t smell that?”
“Smell what?” Everybody questioned simultaneously.
Leaning over, she sniffed me. “Ewe, it’s you.”
I laughed, knowing that I smelt like money. My pops had copped me nothing but top-notch cologne.
“You’re musty as fuck.” She pinched her nose, frontin’ like she was waving funk out of her face.
Leaning over, I spoke in her ear. “You fucking wish, you fucking chicken.”
Jahreiah
I crinkled my nose, before shoving him. He didn't budge, though. “Brush your teeth.”
Ignorantly, Lil’ Sin remained in my space, blowing his breath in my face.
I cut my eyes at him. “Really?”
“Yea.” He nodded with a sly smirk.
His face was so close to mine that our noses nearly touched.
“Well…have anybody ever told you that you’re even uglier up-close?”
