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“I’m still going to take you to get your chicken, but I have to go handle this shit first.”

“Crew, really. I need to get back to Rj.”

“He will be alright for a minute, Jas. The hospital has your number and mine, and your ass needs to get some fresh air. You straight up smelling sterilized and you need to be asking to stop by the beauty supply store to get a comb to rake that fuckin ponytail while we out. You look like a squirrel from behind,” Crew replied.

I knew that ass hole was still there.

I pushed him upside his head and this was the most normal he and I had been in a minute.

“Okay, whatever, Crew. Just hurry up and handle this shit so I can get this chicken and a comb and get back to the hospital,” I muttered before crossing my arms and sinking back into the seat.

Crew drove us over to the projects, where Princeton was already outside sitting on his bike talking to a few dudes near the sidewalk.

The second he spotted Crew’s car, his whole face lit up, and he threw his head back.

“What up, nigga?” he yelled while walking over to the car.

Princeton ducked his head into my window first, smiling with his little, cute self.

“Hey Jasmine.”

“Hi, Princeton.”

“I hope you've been doing better, gorgeous. My chicken head ass sister been telling my mama about your son, and I've been hearing everything.”

“Watch your mouth about wifey, lil nigga.” Crew spoke up, but Princeton waved him off.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know she's your wife, but she was a chicken head way before that.” Crew laughed.

“Anyway, Jas, if you need a shoulder to cry on, I've got you, baby. Any time you need me.”

“Thank you, Princeton, but trust, the shoulder I choose to cry on, I won’t have to bend down to do so.”

“Ahh, you got jokes, I see, but when I grow up, don’t be on my jock.”

“I won’t be, and shouldn’t you be worrying about that baby you supposedly have on the way?” He stood up from the window, shaking his head in denial with a smirk on his face.

“Yeah, nigga, your sister told me about the baby by little Vivian from Harlem. While you're over here trying to mack me.”

“Man.” He started laughing, flashing those dimples.

“My chicken head ass sister don't do shit but cluck.” I couldn’t help but laugh at his crazy ass. He reminds me of Crew at that age. Always talking shit.

“Hop yo ass in the backseat.” Crew told him.

“You sure you want to talk in front of your sister?”

“She's not going to say shit. Just get in the car.”

“Aight bet,” Princeton replied before climbing into the backseat.

The second the door shut, Crew looked up into the rearview mirror.

“So talk to me. What’s up?”

Princeton leaned forward between the seats,

“So, I was over there by the brownstones around the corner with this little female I’m dealing with, and I saw thick ass Maleka, Jasmine homegirl, talking to Troy. Did yall know that was a thing.”