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?”
“Yea. ‘Bout the same amount of people as the pimples you got in ya face.”
“Ha, ha, ha,” I mocked. “You’re a real funny guy.”
“And you’re a bird. What’s new?”
“That spec of butter on your teeth.” I pointed, tauntingly.
“Nah. Let’s talk about that corn in ya teeth.” He shot back.
“What?” I whipped my head around, lifted my phone, and turned the camera on. “You’re lying,” I fussed, after examining my teeth.
Shaking his head, he licked his lips, as I lowered my phone. Seconds later, my cell was ringing.
“What’s up, Nia?” I answered the call, while Lil’ Sin was still leaning in my face. “Uh, can you move?”
He locked eyes with me. “Make me.”
Sucking my teeth, I rolled my eyes.
“Riah,” Nia used my nickname, distracting me. “Y’all are coming to the party, right?”
“Uhh…” I peered around, realizing that we were now coasting down the freeway. “I don't think so. Jahrae, are we not going to Donavan’s party?”
“Nah.” Jahrae responded, as his eyes remained focused on the road. “We going to the hood.”
I arched a brow, as this was news to me. “The hood?”
“Yeah. To a event hall in Acres Homes. A girl named Jazzy is having a party.”
“But I could’ve sworn that I heard you tell daddy that we were going to Donavan’s party,” Jaylah interjected.
“Right.” Jahrae nodded. “Cause. We all know that daddy don't want us going to the hood unescorted. I’m trying turn up, and aint trying to be baby sat. Ion know ‘bout y’all, but I wanna move how I wanna move.”
“True.” We all responded simultaneously.
“Yeah, Nia, we’re going somewhere else.” I eventually spoke into my phone.
“Yeah, I just heard. Who’s all going?”
I sighed. “It’s just me, my brothers and sister…” My eyes cut towards Lil’ Sin. “And a dusty.”
“Dusty?” She tittered. “Wait. Are you talking about your cousin or whatever? One of those guys from New York.”
I crinkled my nose in disgust. “That nigga aint my cousin.”
She huffed into the phone. “Girl, you know what I mean. Anyway…definitely send the location once y’all get there. Cause…yeah.”
“Cause yeah what?” I frowned.
She sucked her teeth. “Girl, you know. I been wanting to see what’s up. Those eyes are mesmerizing,” she swooned.
I sucked my teeth. “And on that note…bye.” I ended the call. Shaking my head, I grumbled. “She must be over at Donavan’s getting high…cause aint no way.” I cut my eyes at Lil’ Sincere. “Tuh.”
Sincere Junior
As the Escalade pulled into the lot, I sat up a bit. The lot was packed with cars, indicating that the party was probably lit.
“Damn,” JJ stressed, as he peered around.
“Oh, yeah.” Jahrae nodded as he whipped into a parking spot. “I know it's a bunch of hoodrats in there. My type shit.” He greedily rubbed his hands together.
“Hoodrats, yo?” I chuckled.
“Hell, yeah. I like ‘em ghetto with a big ghetto booty.” He opened his arms for emphasis.
Lil ugly sat next to me, shaking her head. “Mama definitely dropped you on your head a few times. There’s no other logical explanation.”
Clearly not caring about what his sister had to say, Jahrae hopped out of the truck, and everybody else followed suit. The parking lot was prowling with mad people, as I glanced down, straightening out the Amiri fit. You could never go wrong with the printed tee and distressed jeans combo.
Glancing to my left…I peeped that lil’ ugly was doing entirely too much.
She was rocking a off-the-shoulder cropped tee, some lil’ ass distressed denim shorts, Louie sneakers, with a Louie cross-body bag.
Her long hair was done up in medium sized curls that reached the middle of her back, while dramatic baby hairs framed her face.
Her whole look was loud as fuck, and was sure to draw too much attention.
Physically, lil’ ugly had ocean deep dimples, caramel brown skin, thick running track legs, wide hips, slim waist, perky, full titties, with a round bubble butt.
Shorty was mad thick…and ugly as hell. I mean…
unless you were into soft, pouty lips, high cheek bones, almond shaped, dreamy eyes…
then you might see it differently. Heavy on the might.
“Yo, ya moms and pops couldn't have saw this lil’ fit, before we left,” I guessed.
Lil’ ugly tossed some hair over her shoulder. “You’re worried ‘bout the wrong thing.”
Stepping up to her, I flicked her hair. “Whatever, yo. I guess you like being a tack-head, as you like to say.”
She pursed her lips, while glossing them up with her fruity gloss. “Yep. Just like you.”
For a sec, we both stood there, staring at each other.
“Ewe. Could y’all be any more obvious?” Jaylah cringed.
“Yo, you buggin’.” I waved her off, after finally breaking eye contact with lil’ ugly.
“Nah, that’s y’all weird asses,” Jaylah insisted. “And it’s not fooling nobody.”
“Whatever.” I waved her off, as we headed towards the strip where the hall was located.
Naturally, all eyes were on us, as we stood out like sore thumbs. Everybody in the crew was decked out in fly shit. All designer, while mostly everybody else was clad in Nike type shit.
Low key, I understood Jahrae’s reasoning for preferring to party in the hood.
We were different and shinned different amongst the people partying.
It could be a major boost to the ego…but it could also be problematic, because some niggas were natural born haters, and could mistake us as marks, because we had more.
On the flip side, the hood girls were faster.
They could really shake that ass, and they were fun to play with. So, Jahrae loved it.
Me, on the other hand, I wasn’t fascinated with hood shit or the people in it. So, it really didn’t matter where I kicked it. I just wanted to catch a vibe.
Nevertheless, we all filed into the building, while the music was blasting. The crowd was mad thick, as everybody was basically shoulder to shoulder.
“Aye, me, you, JJ, and Jahlero can go holler at the birthday girl and her friends,” Jahrae suggested, as he spoke in my ear. “And let the girls do their own thing.”
I shook my head. “Nah, B. Y’all go ‘head. I’ma chill with them.”
“But she’s lil’ ugly, though.” Jahrae shook his head, and waved me off, before him, JJ, and Jahlero sauntered off, disappearing into the crowd.
Standing not too far from the exit, the girls had posted up, while I stood beside them.
The place had to be over capacity, because it was way too many people crammed into the space, which had me uneasy. So, I figured that it was best to remain near a exit.
Being a creature of habit, I stood back, taking the scenery in. People were mostly standing around, while a few girls gave some niggas roll-ups. The typical teenaged shit.
By this time, Lil’ ugly and Jaylah were a bit more relaxed, and had gradually started dancing to the music. Not too long after, Jaylah was full out performing, while grabbing her knees, and bouncing her ass.
For a second, lil’ ugly stood back, watching her little sister do her thing. Then the deejay switched it up, getting her hyped.
“Trap, TrapMoneyBenny. This sh- got me in my feelings. Gotta be real with it, yup. Kiki, do you love me? Are you riding? Say you'll never ever leave from beside me. 'Cause I want ya, and I need ya…”
Clearly, that was lil’ ugly’s shit, because she whipped her hair over her shoulder, before bending over, grabbing the floor, while gyrating her ass.
Immediately, her dancing captured everybody’s attention. Niggas were trying to elbow their way next to her, while she was throwing that ass in a circle. There were also girls frowning, and rolling their eyes, as lil’ ugly stole all the attention.
It was evident that lil’ ugly’s parents being from the hood had rubbed off on her…because you could only learn those illicit type moves from the hood. It reminded me of how the Caribbeans moved back home. It had to be some deep, tribal shit. Her body was one with the beat. Hypnotizing, for sure.
I guess it shouldn’t have been surprising when some lame attempted to creep up behind her. He was tall, smelled like a pound of weed, eyes were blood shot red, he had a blunt behind his ear, while his jeans were sagging so low that nearly all his boxers was exposed.
She was seemingly so lost in the dancing that she didn’t realize what was happening, until he gripped her hips.
Instantly, she snapped upright and shoved that nigga back like she was supposed to. A few niggas laughed, and I guess that must’ve bruised his ego, because he angrily gripped her arm, jerking her into his body.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Jahreiah lashed, while yanking her arm back.
Without thinking twice, I stepped between her and the thirsty nigga. “Yo, you buggin’, nigga. Back the fuck up!” I shoved him with force.
After recovering from the shove, the nigga ran up on me, swinging. With precision, I threw a uppercut, knocking him out. Cold.
By the time his body hit the floor, a few girls were screaming. “That’s our brother! You got us fucked up!”
Going berserk, three girls charged at me. I honestly wasn’t trying to fight the chickens but they were coming at me viciously. So, I was slinging them off, before realizing that both Jahreiah and Jaylah had joined the fight, beating those bitches in the head.
Naturally, everybody had their phones out, trying to capture a viral moment.
Meanwhile, the crowd had gotten chaotic and I didn’t know who was who.
So, if the person was too close, then they were knocked sideways.
Jahreiah and Jaylah were really throwing hands.
Shit was so wild that it took me a minute to realize that Jahrae, JJ, and Jahlero had entered the fight.
Spectators must’ve decided to jump in, because mufuckas were coming from everywhere…but unfortunately for them, I was built for shit like this.
It was like they were lining up, to get knocked out, one by one. I’m talking one hitter quitters, every time.
Eventually, a old head made his way through the crowd. “Say, break this shit up!” He pulled me back. “Go ‘head and burn, lil’ nigga. And take your ass down to somebody’s boxing gym. Cause you definitely stiff from the shoulders.”
I didn’t resist, as he and a few other old-heads ushered us outside. I was calm after doing a mental head count and summing up that everybody was accounted for.
Several people fought against the old-heads, wanting to get at us, after we’d left several niggas leaking, while the bitches’ hair was all fucked up.
Jahrae tauntingly laughed, while tapping my shoulder. “Let’s get the fuck outta here.”
Together, we all jogged back to the Escalade and hopped in. Jahrae then wasted no time backing out of the parking spot.
“Nigga, that shit was wild,” JJ laughed, as he looked back. “The fuck happened?”
Gazing at lil’ ugly, I shook my head. “Your sister was in there dancing like a stripper and some nigga stepped out of line.”
She rolled her eyes. “I can dance however I want. That nigga had no business touching me.”
“Ion know ‘bout the dancing how you want part. But he was definitely buggin’. So, I knocked him out.”
“Right, but one of those girls managed to scratch your face.” She pointed out, while stroking the scratches on my cheek.
“You saw how I was doing those hoes?” Jaylah quizzed, while her sister inspected my face.
“Shit, we was all throwing hands,” JJ chuckled. “But, Lil’ Sin, nigga, you was bulldozing through them niggas.” He glanced back at me.
“And was,” Jaylah agreed.
“Then everybody had their phones out,” Lil’ ugly acknowledged. “I hope that shit doesn’t go viral.”
“No bullshit,” Jahrae co-signed. “But unless mama and daddy bring it to us, then we aint saying shit about a fight.”
“Right.” Lil’ ugly nodded, while still probing my face with her thumb. “Especially since we were far from where we claimed to be going.” She breathed, causing me to smell her minty breath.
“Yeah.” JJ chuckled. “But what’s crazy is that we didn’t even last thirty minutes in that bitch. That gotta be some type of record.”
“True,” Jahrae laughed. “Which means that we still got time to slide by Donavan’s.”
Smiling, I nodded. “Yea, let’s pull up, yo. Fuck it.”