Chapter 25
“I think she just wants Babi to stay low key,” Casy offered. “And not give her ass no competition.”
Chell brought her drink to her lips. “Girl, boo. Compete with who? The whole hood knows that this ass is fat, and the waist is small.”
“Yeah, cause the whole hood done probably fucked,” Bunny jested.
“Only if they paid for it.” Chell wagged her tongue. And just like that, they were on to the next subject.
Me personally? I heard what everybody was saying.
I also could hear what wasn’t being said.
Chell probably did have some underlying esteem issues.
And perhaps those issues had her projecting.
And that meant that she probably didn’t care for me, for real.
I was just of some benefit to her, so she wouldn’t go too far with her subtle hate.
Either way, it was cool, because I didn’t consider Chell a friend.
She was Soya’s associate, and I liked her kids.
Particularly her daughter. So, she was tolerated.
Nevertheless, eventually the sun had gone down, and Soya was talking about heading in to get ready for the night.
Nobody had made a move, because a group of guys had pulled up in different cars, and were posted up down the sidewalk.
The girls were tossing around names, but I had only vaguely heard of a few of the dudes, and that was primarily through my brother.
Apparently, these niggas were supposed to be some big deals, and everybody on the porch sounded like some damn high school groupies.
I could tell the these were hood famous individuals, as a crowd had gathered around the men, and several of the local nobodies had come out of the woodworks to dick-ride.
Not being a hater, I had to admit that they’d pulled up in some nice ass cars. “I gotta say, that Bentley is pretty damn nice.”
“Hell, yeah,” Soya agreed. “That Bentley is the fucking truth. That’s Face’s car. Big dick, balling ass nigga. The nigga I was