Bullied By A Grinch (Christmas Bully #3)

Chapter 1

Chapter One

Itossed the box of cereal and cookies on the conveyor belt and pulled my money clip from my pocket. A snowstorm was approaching Heartville and the surrounding areas, including Law Grove and Crest Grove.

“You don’t have to throw your things up here like that,” a soft voice popped off. It came from the girl behind the register, ringing up my shit.

My face balled up.

“Bitch, just do your job,” I mumbled out.

“What did you just call me?”

“Maaaan, you heard me. Keep on, you ‘bout to lose yo job,” I growled lowly.

Her hands froze mid-scan. I couldn’t call her an ugly bitch like I wanted to ‘cause she wasn’t that. Almond brown skin, big brown eyes, glossy full lips, and long lashes that surely weren’t hers. Her hair was for sure her shit. It was straight and touching her shoulders.

Since I was a tall nigga standing at 6’4”, I didn’t have to stretch my neck to see she was fine and that ass was fat in the back. The red shirt fit her snugly, her medium-sized breasts sitting up.

“Who do you think you’re talking to like that?” she hissed out, chin tilted.

Stepping closer to the counter with my jaw tight, I told her, “A cashier who needs this damn job.” I tossed a ten-dollar bill on the counter. “Keep the change, bitch.”

Not even needing her ass to bag my shit, I grabbed the boxes and sauntered out of the store. The wind hit my ass with a two-piece. I snatched my hoodie over my head and pulled the strings to tighten it around my face.

Flakes of snow stung my cheeks as I crossed the parking lot to my black Charger. I hit the unlock button on my key fob, and once I reached it, slid in and cussed under my breath. The red leather seats were icy cold.

My phone rang as soon as I backed out of the parking spot.

“Yeah, Ma?” I answered.

“I should have known you’d be out in this bad weather,” she fussed.

“It’s not bad yet,” I rebutted. “I needed cereal and cookies.”

“Junk food. Your dad just got off the phone with Kasim and Sneaux. We were talking about their wedding. I can’t wait until you find the one and…”

“Aye, Ma. I know you ain’t call me to talk ‘bout Kasim, and hound me ‘bout settling down.” I stopped at a red light. “You finna get hung up on.”

She laughed, not taking me seriously. Mama never did. Kasim’s my half-brother on our dad’s side... I was the youngest out of us by two years.

“I’ma punch you in your throat if you do, Shad. I swear, once this storm passes. Why don’t you come over and stay here? You know there is plenty of room.”

“Pshh, yeah right. I’m heading home,” I scoffed. I placed my foot on the gas and eased forward. The snow wasn’t sticking yet, but it was already making the streets slick.

The windshield wipers dragged back and forth, struggling. Light rain had started to fall, and as frigid as it was, it instantly turned into ice.

“Be careful, Shad.”

“I will. I’m headed home,” I assured her. “I’m two minutes away.”

“Do you want me to stay on the phone while you…”

I hung up.

As I promised, I made it to my apartment complex in two minutes. Grabbing my groceries, I tucked them under my arm and left the car. I took off in a light jog. Big mistake.

My foot hit a slick patch I didn’t even see, and the ground snatched my ass up quick. One second I was moving, the next I was flat on my back, cereal and cookies flying out of my arm. The impact punched the breath out of me.

For a second, I just lay there, staring up at the cloudy, icy sky, snowflakes falling onto my face. Then I sat up, laughing. That had to have been my karma for calling that cashier a bitch. She was probably still huffing and puffing, wishing for my downfall.

“Aight, Aight,” I muttered between breaths.

Slowly, I stood to my feet, peering around.

It was quiet. Nobody was out, but they could have been looking out their window.

I shrugged. These people ‘round here knew not to even approach me with the bullshit. All I had to do was pull out my Glock, and they’d faint.

I dusted off the wet snow, picked up my stuff, and took slow steps toward apartment 553.

My fingers were numb as fuck, causing me to fumble putting the key in the lock.

I pushed open the door, entered with a breath of relief that I’d left the heat on.

I shut the door and locked it. Leaving my boots at the entranceway.

It was a little after 5 P.M., but I was still about to fix myself a bowl of cereal, kick back in the living room, and hop on the game. My usual routine if I wasn’t out making plays.

I dropped the cereal box and cookies onto the kitchen counter, then turned and headed to my bedroom, stripping out of my clothes as I walked.

Pushing down my joggers, I removed one leg at a time, followed by my socks.

Once I made it to the room, I took my money clip and iPhone out of the pockets of the joggers and chunked them onto the bed.

“Alexa, play trap music!” I hollered.

Playing trap music.

I bobbed my head as I took off toward the bathroom to shower. I turned the water on, ready to get under the hot spray and wash off. Steam started creeping around me as I removed my shirt and boxer-briefs, then stepped into the tub.

The hot water caused me to exhale while it pounded my shoulders. I needed that shit. The way I fell outside on the concrete, my whole body did. My muscles finally started to relax, the tension fading as I lathered up.

Shirtless and with ball shorts on, I snatched my phone off the bed and trudged to the kitchen. Cocoa Puffs were calling my name. Kasim had sent me a message while I was in the shower.

Get on the game scary ass nigga.

I tossed my head back and chuckled.

“Yeah, aight,” I said aloud. “That nigga betta put some money up too shiiid.”

With my cereal and the whole pack of chocolate chip cookies, I made myself comfortable on my bean bag in front of the TV and my game system.

I stuffed my mouth with a spoonful of cereal and tugged my headset on my head.

I nodded while smirking. Kasim was logged on.

I was surprised he wasn’t up Sneaux’s ass.

Sneaux wanted all of us to get together for Christmas.

For the last few years, I’d go over to my parents’ to eat, then back home.

I ain’t care too much for the holidays unless food is involved.

Everything about the carolers and bright ass lights on houses worked my nerves.

Sneaux called me a Grinch. I’ll take that.

Kasim was a simp, letting that girl put a damn pink Christmas tree up in their house.

Me, Kasim, and our sister Kasina didn’t grow up around each other.

We didn’t start fucking with each other until two years ago—in our damn twenties.

It wasn’t our fault Pops was a ho. We’d see each other on the streets, both serving fiends, speak, and keep it pushin’.

I stopped selling and got a job with UPS.

Me and Kasina were really tight. She called me every other day.

I chewed another spoonful of cereal, crunch echoing in my headset. I wiped a crumb from my lip as Kasim’s voice blasted through.

“’Bout time uglass nigga. I got a hunnid on the game,” he said.

“Aight, simp,” I snickered, knowing damn well that pisses him off when I call him that. “Go plug that damn pink tree up.”

“It’s already lit, bitch.”

We both cackled.

Even with the headset on, I could hear the wind picking up outside. It would have been nice if I had a bitch to slide in tonight, but these hoes be getting too attached to a nigga. I ain’t want that. I didn’t want that commitment shit.

“Ohhhh y’all are wrong!”

“Kasina, get yo’ ass off,” I laughed.

“No, y’all weren’t goin’ to invite me?” she shot back. “I have money to put up too! Where my sister, Kasim?”

“Making cookies with Syn and Jr.,” Kasim choked out. I was ‘bout to pull out my own stash and smoke.

“Let me tell y’all how I busted my ass outside.”

It was quiet for a second, then Kasim and Kasina roared with laughter. I could laugh about that shit now, and I knew when I woke in the morning, my shit would be sore.

“Fuck y’all.”

It was ten, and after smoking, I wanted some damn pancakes. After getting off the game with them, I glanced outside. Snow was finally coming down, but I was still gon’ press my luck ordering food.

Stacks, a restaurant that served pancakes, was open 24/7.

In the app, it still showed they were serving, so I ordered.

It said my order was received, then ten minutes later, it showed a deliverer named Daee was on the way to pick it up.

I was higher than a giraffe’s pussy and couldn’t wait to eat and then take my ass to sleep.

I looked back outside, and the snow was coming down faster now. Rubbing my eyes, I had to be higher than what I thought I was. The ground was covered in snow.

“Maaan, they better still drop my food off,” I grunted. I went back to the app and shot the deliverer a message.

Fuck that snow. Bring my food.

I saw headlights moments later. I unlocked the door and had my hand on the door handle when I heard something hit my door.

“I know this muhfucka didn’t.”

Slinging my door open, I peered down at the Stacks bag lying sideways on the ground.

I grabbed it and set it in the apartment before running after the deliverer.

I didn’t have a jacket on, still in my basketball shorts, but I was finna whoop some ass ‘bout my food. I had on socks and my house shoes.

The girl started screaming, and I gave no fucks who heard her ass.

I snatched her right before she made it to her car, which she had turned off like a dumbass.

I had her in a headlock, not to where I was hurting her, but enough to have her regretting that fuck shit, and dragged her ass back to my apartment.

It started to rain hard as hell once I reached the door, and the wind picked up.

It tried to blow us away, but I threw us both inside, me landing on the girl.

Thankfully, it was a female. If it had been a nigga, he would’ve caught a two-piece and an uppercut, or I would have probably shot his ass the way my stomach was growling.

When I finally looked her in the face, mine balled up.

“You stupid bitch,” I growled.

“You dumb ass nigga,” she said at the same time.

It was the girl from the grocery store.

“Get the fuck off me,” she hissed.

“I am, but you finna get knocked in the head for throwing my food!” I barked.

“Fuck you! Your Mama needs to beat your ass for the way you talk to people, bitch!”

My eyes blinked. I ain’t never had a female talk to me like this. She…Daee…was handling my ass. “Stupid ass grinch! It’s the holidays, and you can be a little nicer to people!”

I rolled off this silly ho, and she tried to hop up, but I knocked her back on her feet. I caught her before she hit her back on the floor.

“See, I was nice,” I told her.

She jumped up, marched to the door, and yanked it open. The second she tried to step out, the wind shoved her right back into me. Rain, snow, and wind were all beating sideways. The sirens outside were already blaring, warning the whole city to get in and stay their asses inside.

I slammed the door shut and locked it. There was no way she could walk out of my place and not get swept into another damn dimension. She tried to reach for the door again.

Click

She froze, fingertips still lingering on the door.

“Back away from my fuckin’ door, bruh,” I gritted out.

I had a few registered guns that I kept at home. One right in a drawer in the entryway, one in my room, and another in the living room. I didn’t have my Glock pointing at her, but it was right at my side, ready to blow her hand off if she opened my door again.

She whirled around to glare at me.

“You gon’ shoot me?” she squeaked out.

“It’s possible,” I answered her. My jaw tightened. “Move the fuck away from my door. You thick, but that wind will pick yo ass right on up and send you to a place you may not be ready to go right nie.”

Now, she wore a pink sweatsuit that hugged her body, thick white socks with Uggs on her feet. The hood was on her head and tied underneath her neck.

“It’s just my luck that it’s your house I was delivering food to. Your ass,” she said with her face balled up, pointing a finger at me.

“Not yo broke ass talking shit. Working two jobs and out here in a damn snowstorm. Where yo nigga at so I can pistol whip his ass?”

“You’re going to jail. This…this…” her head whipped around as she took my place in, “…this is kidnapping.”

I picked the bag of food up and examined the contents. Luckily, the pancakes and bacon were still in the clear container. The syrup too.

I shrugged after her comment. “Been there. Done that.”

“And you goin’ back!” she exclaimed, snaking her damn neck ghetto-ish.

“Not if they don’t find yo’ body,” I smirked. Shut her ass up real quick. Her mouth snapped shut. Eyes still stretched. I waved my gun over to the living room area. “Go sit yo’ ass down somewhere. Take yo’ shoes off ‘fore you move from that spot.”

Exhaling loudly, she came up out of her boots. Not worried about her running out, I turned my back on her and strolled to the living room before my shit got too cold. Over my shoulder, I could see her following behind me, slowly.

I sat down on my beanbag and opened the container of food.

Not paying her any mind when she sat on my couch, I spread butter on my pancakes, followed by syrup, then dug in.

I had food in my kitchen—fully stocked, but when I got on my level, I wanted what I wanted, and I ain’t have pancakes in the kitchen.

“Mmmm,” I moaned, savoring the taste. I stuck my tongue out to lick the syrup that was on the corner of my mouth.

I peeked over at her, sitting there with her arms crossed, mugging the fuck out of me.

“Lord, I know I said I wish I had some pussy during this storm, but damn…”