The Art of Peer Pressure.

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Fam lol

I actually reread all my old shit & although it made me cringe…I feel inspired to write something new. Idk if fanfics is even a thing anymore but I got a few ideas.

Anywhoooo, lemme know if you guys want something new. Because a bitch is bored nowadays lmao.

Oh and I miss you guyssss.

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Dat way lol

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Another chapter ?

Typing it up now...

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AH , bless your soul for writing. It was good as expected , hope him and karruche will meet again for her to make up for the store incident. im trynna figure where da hell this flag came from ? i know moms aint bangin. lol woo alright back to waiting.

I promise, new chapter out soon. Just bare with me?

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Hey saw that the update Was a while ago and I just finished reading your story. Is it still Active?

I am still active. I've just been really, really busy. Don't worry though, I'll update real soon.

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The finna whoop Kendrick's ass ;(

I knowww

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Lmfao they left that nigga.

Lmao

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They done got my bae kendrick caught up 😤

He always gon be caught up. Ole slow ass.

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Niggas'R'Us? lmfaooooooooo i was DYING. J shady af for that though, ;( Cant wait for the next chapter.

Just put out 2 for ya!

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Chapter 9.

Kendrick’s POV:

"Wake your punk ass up!!!"

I shot up out my sleep, alarmed from the sudden change in calmness and spun my head around all directions of my room. Clenching on to my heart, I found Ali toppling over in laughter in the corner of the room.

"Ay man, What the fuck is your problem!" I cut my eye at him, trying to steady my paniced breathing. I craddled my ringing ear as I laid back down.

He opened his mouth to respond, but instead chopped up words came out, along with chunks of saliva.

"Fucking asshole. Damn." I cursed, pulling the covers back over my head. His chuckles and gasps for air still rung in the distance, until I heard footsteps progressing closer to me.

"Ali, don’t fuck with me man. I’m tired as fuck right now." I mumbled. He pulled the covers off my head, threw his hands above his head and opened his mouth to speak.

"Yo daddy called and instructed me to do that. Says something like you’re gonna be late or some shit." He shrugged. I groaned before rolling my eyes and dragging my tired self towards the bathroom.

"That was pretty funny though…" Ali said quietly. I turned to face him and we stood face to face for about 15 seconds, before his face got red and he collapsed on the floor.

"Ima get you back, its all good man." I said, ignoring his laughter. Ain’t shit funny. _________________

"And this is yo name tag." She spat. Her gum flew around the insides of her mouth, smacking against her teeth each time she spoke. She was dark as hell, yet insisted on having bleach blonde hair, like Who the fuck are you fooling? She held out her claws, sorry, her nails, and pointed up at the clock on the wall.

"You leave at 7 and lunch break is at 1." She patted her weave before turning back to me. I smiled and nodded before holding out my hand to her.

"Wait, so what’s your name? You know, incase I get stuck with anything." I shrugged. She stood back, placed her hand on her hip and arched her eyebrow.

"Hell no. Uh-AH. See, I got a boyfriend, I don’t need fo no new employee trying to fuck on me." She shook her head. I dropped my hand, dumbfounded and stood back

"W-what?" I asked. I must be tripping.

"I mean, you cute an all, but dang I ain’t finna cheat on my man. Hell naw. Just stick to yo job, okay?" She chewed. I looked down at her name tag and nodded.

"Okay, Keishaun- Keishauni-" I begun.

"Keishunique. Damn, can’t you read? Shit, just call me Keisha." She rolled her eyes and marched out the staff room. I shook my head at the ratchetness I just encounted, before pinning my name tag to my shirt and pushing the door open. ______________ Looking down at my phone clock, I done a lil dance before slyly putting it back into my pocket. Half an hour left, then I’m out this bitch!

"Excuses me, ma’am. You haven’t paid for those!" I looked down and stood infront of her just before she stepped out of the building. Her body crashed against mine and her phone flew out her grip.

"Shit!!" She growled. I watched as she scrunched her eyebrows together and her eyebrow arched up once we locked eyes.

Karrueche’s POV:

I’ve had a real shitty day so far, and I only think its going to get worse. I climbed out my car and marched into Walmart to collect the things he ordered me to get.

Never, in my whole life did I think I’d be a pushover in a relationship, but I guess that’s What love does to you, huh?

Climbing on my tiptoes, I looked on the shelf for his favourite chips before feeling my phone vibrate in my hands.

"Bae?" I smiled into the phone.

"Where the fuck are you?" He growled. I looked down at the chips before stuttering and making my way over to the door.

"I went to get the chips you wanted, I’ll be right there. I just-"

"Ma’am?" I heard from behind me. I blocked them out and continued to get a lecture from him about learning to be on time.

"Look, I’m on my way, I promise. Almost at my ca- SHIT!" I yelled when I bumped into someone. My phone dropped out my hand and collided with the cold, Walmart floor. I looked down at the phone before raising my head at the stupid motherfucker Who made me drop it.

"Ay, its you." He smiled. I stared back blankly at him, before I finally caught on to what he was saying.

"You made me drop my damn phone." I muttered, bending down to pick it up. The screen was cracked and the security man behind me told him to ‘deal’ with me.

"You Remember me or nah?" He laughed nervously. I looked up at him and nodded.

"Kendrick, right?" I looked at the time before reaching into my purse. I didn’t intended for it to come out so bluntly, and he almost looked hurt by the way I said it.

"Look, I didn’t intended to steal these. I’ll give you the money and I can leave." I rushed out. He held out his hand to stop me from speaking, then pointed to the gaurd behind me.

"If he wasn’t watching, i’ll let you go. Personally, I Really don’t give a fuck. It’s not that simple-"

"Just do whatever then. Just hurry the fuck up, shit." I sighed. I really didn’t want to sound so rude, but I have shit to do. He stepped back and raised his eyebrows.

"You know, you had a whole lot more manners last time we spoke. I don’t have to put up with your bullshit. I got my own girl to get that shit from." He spat. The way he said this made me feel about 2 foot tall.

He swatted me away before signalling the gaurd over.

"You can deal with her. It’s 7:04 and I just don’t have the damn patience." He looked down at me before marching off.

"Sorry!" I called after him. The gaurd infront of me pursed his lips together as I rolled my eyes. Oh boy.

Kendrick’s POV:

I walked 10 blocks all the way to my moms house, because she insisted to find out how my first day at work went.

"Pretty good, ma." I said truthfully. "Except this one girl, towards the end of my shift. Man, she was rude. I was all tryna be reasonable, but she had all this attitude." I said shaking my head. My mom laughed before nodding.

"Was she cute?" She grinned. I looked at her in utter shock before sipping my oj. I mean, Yeah, I guess…

"That doesn’t matter though does it? Ali told me about that little fast ass girl, Sharmane is it?" She said with her eyebrows raised.

"Sherane. And what he say?" I said sighing. Damn that Ali. Nigga always snitching on me, damn.

"Doesn’t matter. I see her down at the mall Sometimes. She nasty. I don’t like her, Kendrick. She’s trouble, i can tell." She preeched. I rolled my eyes before nodding. 

"Ma, I need to borrow yo van real quick?" I asked. She sat back in her chair before rolling her eyes.

"Kendrick, how long? Damn. I need to go down to the-"

"15 minutes. Bye." I smiled, kissed her on her cheek and left the room before she had time to argue back.

I looked down at the text Sherane sent me and almost choked on my damn saliva. I texted her back, saying I’m on my way as I approached the last block from her house. I buzzed in my seat, fumbling around in my pocket for the condom I brought out with me. 

I parked the van outside her house as the front door creaked open. She poked her head out the door, signalling me inside. I turned to unbuckle my seat belt before my fingers got caught on some sort of cloth. I pulled the cloth to my eyesight before examining the flag. The blue was bright and alarming. Just holding this alone scared the fuck out of me.

I saw a shadow creep up beside the window and before I could put the blue flag back to where I found it, someone tapped the window.

Two niggas in black hoodies, stood bright eyed outside the van. Their red flag hid the bottom of their faces snugly. He tapped once more, his red flag wrapped around his fist. I turned my attention back to the blue flag that peeped out my fist, a show for the whole world to see.

"Shit." I mumbled to myself, rolling down the window.

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Chapter 8

Kendrick’s POV: 

"Ayo man, can I at least get my phone call?" I asked through the metal bars. The white officer turned his head in my direction, before swiftly scoffing and turning back to the small boxed TV on his desk.

"Punk ass." I mumbled under my breath. I threw myself back on the stone they called a bed, and put my head in my hands. I’m not exactly sure how long I’ve been here for, but Its done gone light outside and is now sunset. The officer sat down rose to his feet to greet another officer. They spoke among themselves before nodding in my direction and strutting over.

"You’ve been released on bail. Someone out there loves you, kid." He chuckled. I tilted my head to one side before frowning,

"What you mean?"

"Well, bail was set at 2,000." He shrugged. My jaw dropped a little before speculating who it could of been at the reception. Ali? Naw man, that niggas broke as a joke. Cole…? No…he broke too. The broke down lights inside the station flickered a couple times as I stepped out to the reception. The smile across my face broke out when I saw her. Her dimples flashed quickly before she signaled me over. 

"The fuck did you do?" She chuckled once we got out the station. I shook my head and pulled open her Range doors and climbed inside. 

"Man, Ali and Cole’s whack ass forced me into the house to grab a couple things. Owner came back, Kenny got caught. As per usual." I laughed. She shook her head before joining the gesture.

"Never put you down as a hoodrat, Kendrick." She sighed, turning he key in the ignition. I shook my head trying to defend myself, but she just shook it off.

"Never judge a book by it’s cover…"She shrugged. 

"I don’t even want to speak about it right now." I laughed, She clearly didn’t give a fuck as to what I gotta say. I decided to not say anything, till a thought rung in my head that I couldn’t quite shift.

"Sherane, how did you know I was in there?" I asked. She turned to me before turning off the ignition and smiling.

"You wanna come in? No ones home and you look like you need a hot meal." She laughed. I chuckled before looking nervously around.

"I’m not taking no for an answer." She shrugged before climbing out the car. I sat still in the car for a moment before she tapped the window.

"Alright man."

I pulled off my air maxes at the door as soon as I entered her house. I scrunched up my eyebrows at the different furnishings and wall coverings before speaking up.

"Wait, hold on." She spun around. "Is this a different house than the one I was at a couple days ago, or am I trippin’ ?"

"Different." She laughed. "This my granny house. I live here mostly." The smell of soul food and the humming of day time TV lingered in the distance as I got a sense of comfort in me.

"Oh, nice in here." I nodded, looking around. She laughed before grabbing my hand and pulling me up the stairs behind her. We walked along the hallway, passing about 4 bedrooms before she stopped walking.

"This your room?" I asked once she walked in. I followed after her, shutting the door behind me. She nodded before pulling off her jacket and dropping down on the bed below her.

"This is my getaway." She smiled. I stood awkwardly, my back against the door as she plumped herself up on her elbows.

"Come sit." She instructed. I did exactly as she said. We began talking about everything and everyone, until the events of yesterday sparked up.

"So, What you’re saying is: you got stuck and they ran and left you…" She said slowly. I leaned back against the headboard before opening my mouth to speak,

"Yeah, but…I mean, no, It wasn’t like that." I shrugged. She packed her hair back away from her face before nodding.

"Kendrick, if they really wanted you out that house, it wouldn’t of been hard to break that shit and drag you the fuck out." She shrugged.

"Look, I know it seems fucked up, but they’re my homies. They wouldn’t do that kind of shit to me."

"So, where’s Ali now, huh? Or Cole?" She laughed. I looked down at her before she arched her brow up at me.

"Whatever. I don’t blame them for me getting caught. I should’ve followed my own instinct and stayed my black ass at home." I laughed. She leaned herself up against me, before putting her back against the headboard.

"You know what your problem is, Kendrick?"

"What’s my problem, Sherane?"

"You expect too much from one person, that you don’t see the bad in em’. Even when It’s staring you right in the face…" She said lowly. I watched as her lips moved and seen as the smirked played on her lips. Her eyes looked directly into mine, her head moving closer to mine until it was centimeters away. She wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me in closer to her.

"So what about you? Are you bad?" I asked, pulling my jacket off. She placed her lips over mine slowly before pulling away.

"Hell yeah." She laughed, pulling her shirt off.

Ali’s POV:

Cole called me, saying he was on his way to my house so we could go get Kdot. That was 4 hours ago. I cursed under my breath as I reached over to the coffee table, got my keys and headed to my car. I haven’t yet told his mom about him being locked up, his dad told me not too, but instructed me to bring him round to their crib once they released him.

I’m telling you, ever since Kendrick left, Cole’s been acting different. He’s become self-centered and oblivious to all the wrongings he’s done. I mean, you think the old Jermaine would allow his boy to be kept overnight in a fucking cell? I don’t think so. He acting real Shady, but I will get to the bottom of it. ___________________

"Jermaine!" I yelled outside his house door. I knocked twice more, before sucking my teeth and turning to walk away.

"Aliiiiii!" I heared behind me.

"J? The fuck man? I’ve been calling  and calling, where the fuck you been?" I rushed out. His eyes were low and red, and the insides of his house smelled sweaty and musty.

"Chilling." He shrugged.

"Chillin’? You been chilling? Man, you forgot that Kendrick locked up in a cell, for something we made him do?" I asked. His eyes widened like he’s just now remembered, but I didn’t buy it.

"Just hurry the fuck up. I’ll be in the car." I mumbled, storming off to my car. 10 minutes later, out came Cole. He pulled his hoodie over his head and climbed into my car. He looked around before chuckling to himself.

"You need a new car."

"And you need to get your motherfucking priorities in check, but you don’t hear me making complaints." I spat back. His head snapped up at me before he leaned back in his seat.

"I don’t know why the fuck you speaking to me like that, but you need to take it easy." He said slowly.

"No man, see that’s your problem." I said. "Not everything is something that We can ‘take easy’! You know how Kendrick is. He prolly having a mental break down in there. He isn’t built for shit like this." I shrugged.

"And that’s my problem? He’s a grown ass man." He said back. I bit down on my jaw, fighting the urge to sucker punch this bitch ass in his mouth, before parking up outside the station. J clicked his belt off, before I held out my arm.

"Stay in your seat. You stink of weed. Going In there like that, isn’t a great idea." I suggested. He looked at me before nodding.

"Whatever." He mumbled, pulling on his hoodie. I shook my head at his basic image, before making my way to the station.

"Uh, Hi, I’m looking for my friend Kendrick? He was brought in here last night?" I spoke to the sexy police woman working behind the desk. She smiled at me, once she looked up from the computer.

"Says here, he’s been released already. Somebody bailed him out." She spoke. I scrunched up my eyebrows before thinking over Who it could be.

"Did you see what they looked like, ma’am?"

"No, sorry. But the name given was S.Johnson." She shrugged. I thought over before shaking my head.

"Well, Thanks anyway." I smiled at her. She blushed a little before nodding and turning back to her monitor screen.

"They said he was already released." I said, still dumbfounded. J sat up in his seat before pulling his hoodie off.

"By who?" He asked, with the sane expression I had on my face.

"Man, I don’t know. An S.Johnson." I shrugged. J scoffed beside me before he sighed. I looked to him and he rolled his eyes before sinking back into the seat.

"I know who got him." He said, looking down at his watch.

"Take a right at the lights." He instructed. I looked at him for a moment longer before clearing my throat and starting the engine.

Kendrick’s POV:

I pushed my head through the opening of my sweater, before turning to Sherane. She clung onto the covers wrapped tightly around her body as I stood up.

"Are you leaving?" She smiled. I nodded before feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket.

"Sup?" I said, without looking at the name. Sherane rolled her eyes before reaching over to her phone.

"Nigga, come the fuck outside." Ali said amused. I grinned before walking over to the bedroom window and poked my head out. He leaned against his car, beaming up at me.

"I’m coming." I nodded. I turned around and bent down to Sherane, giving her a kiss before grabbing my shit from her dresser.

"I’ll call you, aight?" I said to her. She nodded, keeping her attention to her phone. ____________

"Nigga, you nasty!" Ali laughed after I gave him some dap. I laughed, before riding shotgun.

"Did you fuck?" He asked me. I grinned before looking around.

"Where’s Cole?" I asked. He looked out the window before turning back to me.

"I don’t know man. He showed me the way here, then got out the car and walked away. About two blocks, that way." He pointed behind us.

"He was high as fuck, so I left him. In a damn mood too." He added. I nodded and sat back in my seat.

"Look at you! Smiling and shit." Ali laughed. I tried my hardest to keep a straight face but soon errupted in a smile that reached both my big ass ears.

"Uh-huh. I see you Kdot." Ali chuckled. I fanned him away before opening my mouth to speak.

"Man, shut up. Where we heading to anyway?" I asked.

"Your parents house. Your mom don’t know about last night, so keep your mouth shut about it. Your dads warnings by the way." __________________

"My baby!" My mom squealed. She rushed out her house, shoving my dad out the way before wrapping her arms around me.

"Hey mom…" I said nervously.

"Let me look at you." She instructed, holding me at arms length and spinning me around.

"You need to eat. You’re like a stick. God damn it, Kendrick. You need to bulk up…like Ali." She smiled over at his direction. My dad and I burst into laughter as Ali slowly lowered the chip he was about to put in his mouth.

"Ain’t no one finna be obese!" I said below my breath. My dad chuckled before pulling me into the living room. Once there, he picked up a piece of paper and held it out for me to take it.

"Now, Ali told me about yesterday." He started. "That was stupid ass thing to do. I ain’t even know you was like that." He said shaking his head.

"Dad, I haven’t ever did anyt-"

"But I’m not tripping." He said cutting me off.

"Everyone makes mistakes. It’s whatever." He shrugged. "But anyway, I made a couple calls. Managed to get you a job over at Walmart a-"

"Walmart?! Hell no!" I protested. My dad closed his mouth, raised his eyebrow and took a step towards me.

"You start tomorrow, boy." He nodded before leaving me stood in the living room. Fuck I look like working at Walmart?

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Nooooooooo 😩 Why My Baby Got To Be The Shady One

Personally, I think he's just really, really misunderstood.

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Oh lawwwd

LOL!

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Chapter 7

Kendrick’s POV:

After hopping out the shower, finding something to wear and grabbing a bite to eat, I made It back to Ali’s house to find J’s car perched outside. Ali sat on the porch stairs sparking a blunt and J sat on his car bonnet.

"Kdot." Ali greeted. J spun around and nodded before his eyes shifted else where. I don’t know what it is about this nigga, but as of lately, he’s been acting real shady.

"Kendrick!" I heard from behind me. There stood Sherane. Looking bad as ever, she slowly walked over to me, tip toeing ever so lightly to look behind me.

"The fuck you doing here, Sherane." J mumbled without lifting his head. She didn’t reply with words, but instead rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"Why don’t you mind your fucking business? Ain’t no one came out here for you." She spat under her breath. Once she reached me, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer. I stood awkwardly as she embraced me until finally she pulled out. I breathed out and turned to Ali. He chuckled slightly before shaking his head.

"So um, niggas." J said loudly, drawing attention to himself.

"Uh, Its time to go do that…thing we was going to do." He said slyly. Ali nodded and stumped out his joint. I still didn’t feel right doing this, but fuck it. I’m with the homies, I trust them, What could go wrong? After 5 minutes of arguing with Sherane about god knows, J finally slumbered over to the car and dropped into the drivers seat.

"We out!" Ali cheered. I heard Sherane's car swerve and skid away as we turned the corner. Ever mile we made towards the house, I grew more and more nervous. God knows I don't want to go through with this. I really didn't want to seem bitch made in front of my boys, but shit.

"Ay? Man, I really don't wan-"

I was cut off by my ringing phone. Ali turned around and I held up one finger and unlocked the phone.

"Ma?"

"Kendrick?" She called.

"Yeah, Ma."

"Boy, you back?" I could hear her grin in her phone as she asked this.

"Mm-mm. Yesterday."

"When was you going to come see yo mother?" She chuckled. I nervously laughed back as I felt the car come to a stop. I raised my head as the air became to thin for my lungs. I silently began to panic as J turned off the ignition,

"Mom, I got to go." I whispered.

"Wait! What'chu doing now?" She asked.

"Kickin' It."

Bout' to catch my first damn case.

"Well, make sure you come see me after. I miss you." She told me. I agreed and said my goodbyes before hanging up the phone. I itched the top of my fade. Man, I'm such a fucking pussy! I watched as J and Ali bounced out the car, grinning to themselves. The house stood infront of us was big and spacious. White picket fence with a fucking apple tree in the front yard.

"Yes, ma'am!" Ali said happily, reaching for a ripe apple. I looked over at him and shook my head disapprovingly.

"Kenny!" He chuckled. "Ay man, chill, aight? All we gone do, Is run up in there, REAL quick. Soon as we run in, grab anything you want. Judging by the state of this house, these crackers probably won't miss shit." He nodded to himself. I rubbed my nose before clearing my throat. I really, really don't want to do this. 

  Jermaine's POV:

This place was a trip man. The outside wasn't shit compared to the continents of inside. Everything a nigga could want was in here. Niggas'R'us. I laughed at my inside joke and picked up a PlayStation console that was sat on the bed. Why the fuck would this just be here on the bed like this anyway? From the moment we walked in here, everything just been on show like...like they expected us. I shook my head and pushed a stack of notes deep into my pocket.

"Jermaine!" Ali called. I threw my duffle over my shoulder and walked out towards the sound of his voice. Stood in the living room, Kendrick and Ali huddled over the coffee table, looking down.

"Man, what?" I asked, progressing closer to them. I stood behind Kendrick and looked over the table. Kendrick lifted his hand up and pointed at the glass table.

'Have you learned nothing about 'walking in' on these types of situations? -MP.'

My head snapped up on reading the note as my eyes laid on Kendrick's. I watched as his breathing visabley increased.

"Nigga, is this note-" He stopped himself, closed his eyes and breathed in and out a couple times.

"Is this note by who I think it's from." He finally said. 

Yes. 

"Man, I-I don't know." I lied. Ali held out his palm and scrunched up his eyebrows.

"What? Who?" He asked. We both ignored him. I itched the back of my neck and spun around in my spot. I felt Kendrick's eyes on me.

"Nigga, the fuck you fidgeting for?" He asked. I shrugged and he turned around and began zipping up the small bag Ali had In his hand. I noticed he didn't have anything, but fuck it.

"We need to get the fuck out of here. This prolly his house! He's probably watching us, J!" He panicked.

No nigga, he watching you.

"He doesn't live here." I said quietly.

"WHO?" Ali said loudly, growing frustrated by use ignoring him.

"DOESN'T MATTER LET''S JUST LEAVE!" Kendrick yelled. He began speed walking towards the door, Ali following swiftly behind him until they both came to a halt. I watched as they both spun around and began running back in my direction.

"What? What?!" I yelled at them. Ali ran past me just as I heard the door handle rattle. I ran infront, straight into the bathroom as a woman erruted in high screams from the living room.

"I'M CALLING THE COPS!" She screamed.

"I FOUND A WINDOW." I called to them. They followed my voice and appeared behind me. Ali climbed up on the closed toilet seat and was the first one out. The sirens rang in the distance as I began making my way out.

"Nigga, hurry up!" Kendrick called from underneath me. I looked down at him before looking back up and the now visible police car, about 15 seconds down the road. Sorry, Kenny.

I slowly climbed out the window, before 'accidentally' slamming the window back behind me.

"J!" Kendrick screamed from inside the house.

"SHIT!" I yelled at the closed window. The cops sprung out their car and began sprinting towards us.

"Ali, we gotta go!" I yelled at him. He was on his tip toes trying to force the window open.

"But Kdot!!" He protested. I threw down my bag and hit his bag out his hand and dragged him away from the window. Literally, he wouldn't let go.

"FUUUCK!" He yelled at the window before dropping his arms and following me at full pace. We climbed over the barbed fence and ran for our fucking lives.

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"So, what you finna do now?" I asked Ali as we reached outside my crib. He sat on the porch step and shook his head slowly. It's been 10 minutes since we reached here ahe ain't said shit yet. I know he feel guilty.

"I don't know man. I mean, they done saw my face and shit. Know my name." He said rubbing his head. I nodded before sighing.

"I'ma go round his mama's house, see if his dad know what to do, then prolly go back home and wait for him over there. What about you? Did you even get anything from the house?" He asked. I removed my hand from the pocket filled with stolen notes before shaking my head.

He half laughed, half sighed before standing up, "Shit wasn't even worth it"

He said bye before tying his laces and vanishing down the road.

My phone vibrated in my pockets as I twisted my door handle and placed a foot in my home.

"Did you do it?" His voice barked into the speaker. I replied before shutting my front door.

Kendrick's POV:

"WHO ELSE WAS IN THE HOUSE, KENDRICK?" The detective yelled at me. I sat up in my chair before staring down at the stale coffee in front of me.

"I-It was just m-me, Sir." I stuttered. I wasn't built for this shit and he knew it. I'm a punk. Nothing like the niggas he arrests on a daily bases. I shouldn't be here. I didn't even take anything! I knew this shit wasn't going to end well. I had a bad feeling from the get go.

I shook my head at the fucking situation I've got myself into. Been back two days and this the shit I've been forced into already? My moms going to kill me, man. He gripped my arm and pulled me to my feet and tightened the cuffs on my wrist.

"Ow. Man, you didn't need to do that. I wasn't restraining or anything!" I protested.

"Don't fucking talk to me. You're a piece of scum! That's all you gangbangers do! Steal and sell that green shit." He barked at me.

"Man, I ain't no gangbanger! I ain't steal anything!" I begged with him. He rolled his eyes before fiddling with some keys on his waist.

"Yeah, yeah. What are you, Kendrick, Crip or Piru? Huh? I'll give you a deal. You tell me a few tips about either gang, and I'll let you go." He smirked. I looked up at him like I smelt something stank and shook my head.

"Firstly, I don't bang. Secondly, even If I did, there's no way in hell I'll ever snitch." I corrected him. He sucked his teeth, cursed a little before pushing the key into a cell lock. It resisted a little before finally clicking into place and the rusty door creaked open.

"Nighty-night." He said patronizingly, throwing me into the cold 4 by 4 cell. I look up at him before he flipped me the bird and slammed the door shut. I sat on the cold, no mattress having 'bed' they expected me to sleep on. I know this is probably the tiredness in me speaking, but I could of swore Jermaine shut that window on purpose.

Naw. Never. This tiredness got me thinking all kinds of fucked up shit. J won't ever do that. He's my homie...

Right?

[goodkidwrongcityff]

Chapter 6:

Ali’s POV: 

"Call us…" She giggled. I turned my back to her, after promising I would and nodding. I pushed my feet through my nike’s before stumbling out the room into the bubbling party. It was more full than before and the music was a lot more louder. Majority of the girls were running about half naked in nothing but panties and bra’s. I shook my head laughing before spinning around behind me. Shit, where’s Kendrick? I began looking around for him, bumping into skinny drunk bitches and nigga’s that were a mess inside and out.

I spotted J lurking deep in the corners of the party before rolling my eyes and began making my way over to him. After I found out about his recent color claiming ass, I haven’t really fucked with him like how we used to. I don’t trust him, I guess. Niggas like him are all for money and power, and they will do anything to get them. That includes selling out those closet to them. 

"Ali?! Na man, is that really you, Ali?" He grinned. He held out his arms, outstretched and wide. I looked at both of them before awkwardly holding up my fist. He looked down at my face, before down at my fist, shrugging before returning the greeting. 

"How are you man?" He smiled. I didn’t verbally reply, but instead smiled politely, keeping my thoughts well and truly to myself.

"Uh, have you seen Kendrick roaming about anywhere? I left his awkward ass out here, but now I feel bad." I chuckled. He nodded before taking a sip of his brown colored mixture. He opened his mouth to reply, but shut it back promptly. He made gestures over my shoulder for a good while before I finally decided to turn around. There stood about 6 men. They looked out of place in the middle of the party as they began signalling back to Jermaine. 

"He, he left awhile ago." He said. causing me to look back at him. I scrunched up my eyebrows before looking out the window. I turned back round to inquire more about Kenny, but by the time I looked back at him, he had already left his space in the corner and began to make his way into the room at the back. I stood clueless before shrugging and turning to leave the house.

Kendrick’s POV: 

Sherane and I sat slumped on Ali’s sofa. In the small space that we’ve known each other, we’ve actually shared quite a lot. She’s told me, that even though she loves her dad dearly, she chooses to live with her granny. 

'A lot less drama there…' She told me. I nodded at her words before taking a sip of the oj I had poured out about an hour ago. I looked over at the clock before back at her,

"Don’t you have a party to be at?" I laughed. "Everyone gone be wondering where daddy’s little princess is." I smirked. She looked up at me from her phone before tucking in her lips, showing her dimples. We gazed over at each other, sexual tension high as ever as I resisted the urge to jump over at her. Her lips were pink and pouty and her eyes were pretty and round.

"No…I…uh…" She mumbled.

"No, I, Uh." I mocked her perfectly as she laughed and flipped me off.

"So tell me about you…" She begun. I scrunched up my face before turning to her.

"Well, I’ve never seen you around here, yet everyone seems to know you. You walk around with that goofy ass smile on your face, But what’s your secret?" She questioned. As she moved closer to me, I grew more and more self-aware that I did infact have a smile on my face. I itched my arm before shrugging,

"There is no secret. Kdot’s an open book." I smiled. She rolled her eyes before turning to me.

"Everyone has secrets. May it be secret revenge, or …being stuck in the closet." She said, smirking. My head snapped up at her as I began to think over What she said.

"Hol’ up. You thinking I’m a faggot?" I said with my eyebrow raised. She threw her head back and craddled her stomach in laughter, as I remained serious.

"Well, We been here for ‘bout 2 hours now and you still ain’t make a move." She said shrugging. I stood up and brushed off my clothing before looking down at her.

"Maybe I just don’t find you attractive." I spat back. She jumped up on her feet, throwing her phone down on the sofa behind her.

"Baby, everyone finds me attractive. Even them gay niggas." I scoffed but didn’t say anything back. She was kind of right. She was bad as hell, But something inside of me is telling me to back the Fuck away. She began stepping closer to me, one step at a time. We kept the eye contact until she was stood right infront of me. It was silent, but not awkward. Maybe this right here doesn’t have to be a relationship. Maybe I could just Fuck her once, then that’s it. Hopefully, she isn’t one of those girls that catch feelings.

"Ayo, Kenny!"

We both jumped and spun around in the direction of the voice and watched as Ali stormed into the living room. He stopped in his tracks once he saw us standing hella close. A smile appeared on his face as he looked over the situation.

"Sharmane." He smiled.

"Um, Sherane." She said back with attitude. He held up his hands in an act of mercy as I stood behind Sherane, trying my hardest not to laugh.

"Whatever." She mumbled. She bent over and picked up her phone from the couch.

"I’m out. Bye, Kendrick." She smiled sweetly at me before shoving her way past Ali. When We heard the door slam shut, We both burst out laughing

"Man, the Fuck you doing wit’ her?" Ali said, throwing himself down on the couch. I sat down beside him and reached over to the remote.

"Nigga, don’t tell me you fucked her." Ali said with an expression I’ve not seen before.

"Uh…" I said Half laughing. He sat upright faster than a motherfucker and looked directly at me.

"Kendrick! You don’t know Who that is? My nigga, you break her heart and she will get you fucked up!" He exclaimed.

"Woah, Woah. Calm down, nigga. I didn’t do shit with her. I don’t even like her that much man. She gave me a ride, that’s all." I informed him. He squinted up his eyes and tilted his head back.

"What kinda ride?" He whispered. I laughed my hardest before throwing a pillow at him

"Man, you stupid." I said standing up from the couch. Just as I done so, the doorbell rung. I looked down at Ali as he kept his head facing the tv screen.

"Prolly Sherane coming back for her panties." He nodded.

"All I’m saying is, I don’t trust her. She’s somewhat shady. I don’t like that shit!" He shouted to me.

I laughed before fanning him away and progressing closer to the door. I twisted the handle before pulling it open.

"J? What’s good man?" I said holding out my fist. He slapped em up, before stepping past me and walking into the living room.

"Uh….okay?" I said to myself, closing the door back behind me.

"How the fuck you find out where I live, man?" Ali asked him. I chuckled before taking my place on the couch.

"What you want man?" I asked him. He sat on the arm chair in the corner of the room before replying.

"Nothing, yo. I just thought since Kenny back, We can be a trio again." He smiled. I smiled back, nodding, But Ali wasn’t so friendly.

"We was never a trio. Do you think I was born yesterday?" He said to J with the blankest expression ever. I looked from him to J, then visa versa before hearing J sigh.

"No, I don’t. It’s the truth man." Jermaine tried.

"Get the Fuck out my house-"

"Alright, man! Alright." Jermaine sighed, holding up his hands. I pushed my eyebrows together, confused as fuck. I kept my mouth closed and observed quietly as they began speaking.

"Look, I’m just gone be straight up. There’s this house. About 3 blocks from here…"

"And you want us to help you rob that shit?" Ali asked. J looked from me to him, before nodding.

"Yeah."

"…Man, I don’t know." Ali shook his head. Wait, robbery? I don’t want to rob anyone. Fuck that!

"Man, It’s worth it. New, rich white couple. Moved down here…maybe a week ago? Yeah, a week ago. But they both work." J informed us.

"…So the house is always empty." Ali nodded.

"Always." J smiled.

"Wait, this is crazy!" I interrupted. "We can’t rob these people. It’s…stupid. I mean, imagine that was us man, this shits wrong!" I protested. J looked at me and sighed, whilst Ali turned to me.

"Call me crazy, But I’m actually siding with one-brow over there." Ali laughed.

"Man, fuck you!" J chuckled.

"Kenny, It’s easy, aight? We run in there, grab some shit, then we’ll jet. No longer than 5 minutes man." Ali shrugged.

"No biggie." J nodded.

"Na man…" I said slowly. I knew it was wrong. I Really shouldn’t do it. I don’t want to do it, but peer pressure’s a motherfucker.

Looking up at their faces, I gave up. No point in arguing. To be honest, they’re probably going to force me one way or another.

"Just say yes." J demanded. I looked from him to Ali before fidgeting with my fingers. The silence in the room, created by my awaited response has become intimidating to myself as I finally broke the quietness.

"Fine." I mumbled. Ali nodded as J cheered quietly to himself, before pulling out his phone. Ali began talking to me, But I blanked him out. Something felt strange. Like that little angel on my shoulder was telling me to stay the fuck at home. I said my goodnights, before dragging my tired legs up the stairs.

I have a bad feeling about this shit.

[goodkidwrongcityff]

can i get a chapter list?

You caaan.

[goodkidwrongcityff]

Chapter 5: Sherane.

Jermaine’s POV:

"What’s good, Cole?" I turned around and fist slapped the nigga behind me, before continuing my way through this party. Boy, it was a full house tonight! Well, of course it was. It’s master Splinter’s most prized possession’s birthday; His daughter. One of Compton’s finest bitches and today, she turns 18. I pushed my way through the tin packed house until I made it to the back room. I knocked three times, before pausing and knocking once more.

"Who it is?" I heard Carlos’ raspy voice bark. I stepped back and answered. The door creaked open, revealing Carlos’s figure in the door way. He grunted before stepping to the side, and shutting the door back behind me once I stepped in the the hot box room. The smoke got caught up in my lungs as I approached Splinters’ round table. I tapped him on his shoulder before digging into my pocket and retreving the notes I made today.

"Jermaine! My best worker!" He cheered. He happily took the money out of my hand before turning to look at the door.

"Dad? Seriously, leave. Your men are blocking up the hallways, scaring people. Basically just ruining everything!"

We all shifted our attention to the door. In stormed Sherane. Her big, round eyes shot a warning look at all the niggas creeping on her, before her dimples showed sweetly at me.

"Hi, Jermaine." She blushed. I opened my mouth to speak But Splinter’s presence reminded me to stay the Fuck in place. She was the girl every nigga wanted, including me. She was classy and smart, yet had the body of a stripper. God damn. If it wasn’t for her father, she would have been used, abused and heartbroken time back.

"Sup, Sherane." I mumbled, looking away from her. She made an uncertain noise before progressing closer to me.

"Alright, alright! We’re leaving! I just wanted to make sure everything was in order." He said softly at her. Every nigga in the room winced at his soft tone of voice and his father figure actions. He pushed back on the chair, dragged himself up on his feet before reaching across the table for his red flag.

"Keep an eye on her." Splinter said through gritted teeth. I nodded obediently at him before catching up with Sherane.

"So…Rainy." I whispered. She turned to look at me as We both exited the room at the back of their 6 bedroom house. The music blocked out her flirty reply. I scrunched up my eyebrows and pointed to my ears.

"What?" I yelled over the music. She looked over at me before her gaze drifted away from my eyes. Her facial expression changed as she climbed on her tip toes to peep over my shoulder. I watched her intensely for a moment longer before finally following her eye movement.

"Kenny?" I said below a whisper.

Kendrick’s POV:

Ali parked his car a couple roads down from the house the party was at. We both groaned inwardly as We got closer to the event. The music was ok, I guess.

"We both hate this shit. Remind me Why we’re doing this again?" I asked. Some drunk bitch rushed outside of the house and threw up What seemed like her whole fucking dinner. I made a face before blinking deeply at the front door.

"Free liquor and pussy." He shrugged. I looked over at him before clicking my fingers and nodding. Ali took the first step in the house. I watched as a couple girls rushed over to him and began touching all up on his chest and shit. He turned to me with a big ass smile on his face as they gripped onto his hand.

"Nigga? The fuck!" I called after him. He swatted me away then vanished into a side room on the second floor. Looking around at my new surroundings, I couldn’t help But feel more out of place than ever. I never was the out going, party type. And believe it or not, neither was Honey. Everyone around me was either dancing, or finna hook up with someone from the opposite gender. I stood awkwardly with my hands in my pocket, in the middle of the dance floor. Alright Kenny, time to go. Ali didn’t live that far away from this place, plus I don’t mind walking. I turned to leave the party, my thoughts still preoccupied with daydreams of sleep. I smiled to myself before I crashed against something. The cold liquid quickly seeped through my white tee and onto my skin. I automatically shivered before hearing her speak,

"Oh my God! I’m so, so sorry!" She gasped.

"It’s fin-"

"No, no, It’s not. I suck! I’m sorry." She paniced. She began trying to flick the liquor off my tee, mumbling a bunch of apologies and shit. It was kind of cute. She had these small, chinked up eyes and a soft, pillow like pair of lips. She was very good-looking. I chuckled a little before grabbing onto her wrists.

"Hey, I said It’s fine." I said slowly to her. She calmed down before looking down at my hands.

"Uh…sorry." I laughed nervously. She blushed slightly before opening her mouth.

"Hello, my name is Kendrick." I introduced. Letting go of the grip I had around her wrists. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before replying.

"No, you’re handsome."

We both turned our head around in the direction of the voice we both heard. I choked on air as my eyes interwined with hers. She smiled over at me, revealing the sexiest pair of dimples I’ve ever seen. Her hand rested snugly on her hips as my eyes wandered down her figure hugging dress. Her facial expression was mostly serious, although she held a slight smirk playing on her lips. She flicked her hair out her face before stepping closer to me.

"Sherane." Her charismatic personality burst out her introduction and I couldn’t help but smile at her charm.

I stepped forward and shook her hand like the gentleman I am and she slowly strutted over to where I was stood.

"Beat it, rice cake." Sherane spat. I completely forgot about the chick Who spilled her shit all over me. I looked down at her but just as I was about to speak, Sherane wrapped her arms around mine.

"I think we should go find you a clean shirt." She nodded.

"Um, what?" I asked nervously. I looked behind me at the spot I was previously stood in, she wasn’t there. I looked around at the happy faces dancing in the living room and still didn’t find her. She stopped walking and looked shockingly up at me.

"Don’t you know who I am?" She asked arrogantly. I scrunched my eyebrows up together before shaking my head.

"Should I?" I asked back. She raised her eyebrows before nodding.

"Nigga, you been living under a rock?" She giggled. I kept my mouth shut and decided to find out where she was going with this.

"I’m Sherane…Master Splinter’s daughter? It’s my birthday…?" She said slowly. Was I supposed to drop to my knees and worship the very ground she walks on or…? Wasn’t Master Splinter that rat nigga from teenage mutant ninja turtles? I shrugged it off before answering,

"Okay…happy birthday?" I said in the same tone of voice she used. She scoffed before shaking her head.

"Thanks." She said bluntly. “But Anyway, my cousin Demetrius normally sleeps here. He should have a few tees laying around somewhere…"

I stopped walking and bowed my head. Why does that name sound so familiar? There’s only one Demetrius I know. He’s about 20 now, used to kick it with my uncle Jayceon. But we couldn’t be thinking about the same nigga. I mean, this nigga is notorious for his gangbanging. He’s brutal with a knife, dangerous with a gun…couldn’t be the same nigga.

"Nah, I’m good. I was actually just about to leave so…" I began. I felt tapping on my shoulder and watched as Sherane rolled her eyes. She made a face over my shoulder before stepping back and disappearing into the crowed.

"Is that my nigga?"

"J?" I said with my back still turned to him. I spun around and grinned. I leaped forward and bear hugged him before it turned into a little scrap and I soon had him in a headlock.

"Alright man…" He nervously laughed. I released him quickly and watched his red face go back to normal. Even though J was bigger than me, I could always kick his ass. It’s been a natural thing for me, I could fight.

"When did you get back? And most importantly, where did you go man?" He chuckled, looking behind him. He itched his ear before looking to the left, the right, then back at me. His nervous ticks were making me nervous as I fidgeted with my damp tee.

"Who you waiting on man?" I asked. His head snapped down in my direction before throwing a smile on his face.

"I uh, I thought you didn’t come to these types of get togethers…" He asked half heartedly. It didn’t take a fucking genius to realize that he was iffy about something, I’m just not gone stick around to find out what it was.

"I don’t…I was just about to leave…"I explained.

"You finna walk?" He asked amused. I shoved my hands in my pocket before nodding.

"No, he’s not. I’m gonna give him a ride." I heard from beside me. I jumped a little before masking it and placing my hand over my beating heart.

"You’re like a ninja…" I chuckled. She smiled at me before turning to look at J. He stepped closer to her and bent down to her ear. Her facial expression changed and she pushed him back.

"Look. Just tell him I’ve gone to drop one of my girls home." She told him. He winced before she gripped onto my hand. Uh, what the fuck is going on? Who the fuck was this girl?

"JERMAINE! I honestly couldn’t care less about what he told you. Make something up! Be creative, I really don’t give a fuck." She fanned him away. I tried to eye speak with him, but he just looked right through me. He blank faced her before shrugging and walking away.

"What was that all about?" I asked her as we left the house. The music faded out the further we got from the building. She ignored my question as we approached what looked like a garage. She punched in a code and the doors flew open, revealing two black cars. One Corvette, one Range. Both drive by cars. I eyed the Corvette before shaking my head. Seen far too much of them. She walked over to the range before waving her hands above her head.

"Uh…hello?" She said impatiently.

"You really expect me to get the that drive by car with you?" I asked her seriously. She scoffed before leaning against the car.

"Baby, If I wanted to get you jumped or killed I could of done that In a heartbeat. Now get in the car for I make your ass walk about 3 blocks home at 12am In Compton." She smiled. She pushed herself off the car before pulling the door open and climbing in. A few seconds later, the engine purred and on went the front lights. Fuck it. After all, she was bad as fuck.

Jermaine’s POV:

He always be ruining shit. Always be trying to take the bitches. Well not this time. Sherane was mine. I called it. Ain’t no way he’s taking her, too. I sighed and sparked the blunt I made in the time waiting for her to return. The party was now in full swing, but I couldn’t go out there until I know she’s back. Splinter left me in charge here, and if he know she ain’t here…shit, I’m dead. He doesn’t allow her to wander about Com by herself. Mostly because a lot of niggas don’t like him. If they get word out that his daughter isn’t with one of his men, they WILL hunt her down. Kendrick was my boy. I’ve known him all my life, but he couldn’t ever understand the ultimatum i’m in. Splinter wanted to kill this nigga. I technically gave him my life, in return for Kenny’s.

..And Honey’s.

On the other hand, this man knew my mom and my litte sister. They come before ANY nigga. Even Kendrick, and I will go to all extremes to make sure they remain safe.

I tapped my leg nervously before I felt my phone vibrate. no, no, no. I closed my eyes and tucked in my lips before reaching in to my pocket. I looked down blankly at the number before answering the call.

"H-hello?" I cleared my throat.

"Jermaine?" He asked.

"Yeah…"

"I was just calling to check on everything. Where’s my daughter? Is she okay?" He asked. I itched my ear before making an uneasy noise.

"She, um…" I stuttered.

"Where the fuck did she go, Jermaine?" He sighed.

"Splinter, it’s not like that-"

"I TOLD YOU TO KEEP AN EYE ON HER!" He barked at me. I stood up off my chair and began pacing backwards and forth in the hot box room.

"Sir, I-"

"You know, maybe I should go look for her. On the way there, maybe I’ll stop off at yo momma’s house, see if she’s seen her." He said calmly

"No! Splinter. She’ with…Him." I said quickly. The line went silent. I heard his breathing and a lighter spark in the background. I sniffed before lowering myself down on he seat. I opened my mouth to speak, but he beat me to it.

"I’ll be over there in 10." He said simply before hanging up. I sat blankly, staring at my phone in utter shock. Has my actions possibly put my best friends life in complete jeopardy? Maybe. But at least my ass is safe. I sighed before taking a long hit of this MJ. God damn, Kenny.

[goodkidwrongcityff]

I cried like a baby , poor kendrick . RIP Honey .

He'll get his vengeance...