Chain Two!
DIO
“Tonight will be a lot of information. I expect you, Slimes, to take heed to what I’m saying. When asked, the shit should roll off your tongue like butter. Do y’all understand?”
We shouted in unison. “Yes! Big Brother Stay Fly!”
The sound of the Mercier name made my ears perk.
Of all people, Chevy’s family had to be the ones to start this shit.
Now it made sense why he always had that dog in him.
He was meant for the very position he was in: a king.
Stay Fly filled my ears with so much information that I began tuning him out.
The way he was info-dumping, there was no way they could expect us to remember any of this shit.
From history to chapters, dates, schools, and achievements.
It was just so fucking much. By the time Spitta jumped in, I had checked out and almost missed the chain call.
“Chain Two!”
We scurried and got in formation. Thick Neck paced around us and began shouting. “Excuses are the tool of incompetence!”
Freaky Zekey added on. “We don’t take fucking shortcuts because there are none in life. If I catch any of you Slimes walking on grass, taking any cuts around campus, that’s yo ass!”
Spitta came toward us. “Courage, discipline, community, leadership, brotherhood! These are the principles of Chi Kappa Chi fraternity!”
My back began to hurt, as the position I was in was awkward as fuck.
It hadn’t even been a full week, and a nigga was already breaking.
When joining, I knew there would be moments I would have to face doing things I didn’t want to do, but I had never considered all the information, all the yelling and down-talking in the first few days.
They didn’t call us by our names; we were simply numbers to them.
We were like the bottom of their shoes, the poor niggas looking to be rich was how I saw it.
All I knew was that at the end of this, it was going to be fulfilling because the biggest thing in my life was on the line, and that was my girl.
I wanted Samara to have more than just a nigga who was known for being a menace to brag about.
I wanted her to be able to stand proudly beside me, to know that I could offer her more than dick and a pistol.
I wanted her to see a different side of me, a man with decorum sprinkled with a little hood.
She deserved it all, and if I had to go the extra mile to make it happen, then so fucking be it.
Chi Kappa Chi was going to be my first start.