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  Bitches like Cookie weren’t capable of settling down. Her dumb ass wouldn’t know the meaning of love if I looked it up in a dictionary and handed it to her. The only thing that made her world go round was long weaves, fake nails, designer clothes, and clubbing.

  A part of me wanted to be like Cookie. I wanted to know how it felt to have a guy melt in the palm of your hands based off of your appearance. Looking Cookie over, she kind of reminded me of Lauren London.

  “Diamond, are you listening to me?” Cookie asked popping her gum.

  “What you were saying?”

  “You going to Knight’s party with us tonight?”

  “Us?” I asked giving her a puzzled look.

  “Yes; me, Natasha and Cray.”

  “Now you know them hoes don’t like me,” I said giving her a look of disgust.

  Natasha and Cray were two hood bitches that my blood couldn’t mix with. One day I called myself trying to chill with them and they did everything in their power to make me feel uncomfortable. I almost had to put my hands on one of them hoes, that’s how bad they worked my nerves.

  “They do like you.”

  “So why they always throwing shade?”

  “I don’t think they’re throwing shade, I just think they’re trying to help you?”

  “Help me?” I asked. “Help me how?” At this point I was livid and ready to clock Cookie’s ass in the jaw for trying to come for me.

  “I mean look at you, Diamond; you are a very pretty girl. Hell, you can pass for Keshia Knight. You have a body that I would sell my soul for, but nobody gets to see it because you hide it under all of them baggy clothes. Instead of living your life you rather run around the hood acting like you some nigga and shit, slanging dope.”

  “That’s low Cookie. You think I want to do that for a living? I have no fucking choice! I have a fucking little sister to look after.”

  “I understand that, but instead of running around dealing that shit you could be with any baller you want and have them take care of you and your sister.”

  “I ain’t like that.”

  “And that’s your damn problem. You see that thing between your legs - that’s a gold mine. With that fat ass you sitting on, you have the capability of living like a kingpin's wife.”

  “I don’t want that life.”

  “You a damn fool, shit, that perfect body going to waste. Shit, let’s swap bodies. I bet I’ll be walking around here laced in gold,” she laughed.

  I ain’t take shit she was saying seriously. I didn’t need no nigga to take care of my sister and I; I was capable of doing that on my own. There was nothing wrong with me dealing drugs or dressing the way I do. Teen pregnancy, STDs, and baby mama drama would be the least of my worries. There was no room in my life for any niggas, unless it was Bobby. The thought of Bobby made me smile as my mind wondered what he was doing.

  Chapter 2

  Bobby

  Whipping my Chevy in a vacant parking spot, my fresh out-the-box pair of black Air Force ones hit the pavement, as I made my way to school. A nigga couldn't stand coming to this hell hole. The only reason I was coming to school is because I promised my moms that I would bring her home a diploma before I did a baby.

  The hallways reeked of stale feet as I made my way to my locker. Unlocking it, I grabbed my Pre Cal book and made my way to class. Nodding my head at Diamond, I took a seat next to her and grabbed her notes off her desk.

  Diamond was the only underclassmen in the class. She was only a sophomore and she was taking an advanced senior class. I had to give it to shawty; she was pretty, smart, and a hustler. The qualities she possesses are the ones that I was looking in for in a woman, but she was too manly for me. I peeped shawty; she was built like a stallion. If only she could break from that nigga mentality that she held.

  My phone started to vibrate in my jeans. Discreetly pulling it out, I slide down in my seat so I could read the text.

  Diamond: Are you going to Knight's party?

  Me: I might slide, why, you going?

  Diamond: Idk, Cookie tryna get me to slide with her, Natasha, and Cray.

  Me: (Laughing emoji) Are you going with them?

  Diamond: I don't do them hoes like that so I'm still pondering my decision.

  Me: Let me know. You still bringing Kay over for the weekend right?

  Diamond: Yes. Your little sister would kill me if I didn't.

  Me: Cool. Now stop texting and pay attention to the lesson, Imma need to copy of your work (smiley face)

  Diamond: (Laughing emoji) boy bye!!

  "Bobby when you gon come chill with me?" Brooklyn, a little chick I fuck with on and off, asked.

  "When I feel like it," I replied slamming my locker shut and walking away.

  Brooklyn grabbed me by the arm, pushed me up against the wall and held me hostage with her titties.

  "You not tryna make time for me boo?" she asked licking her lips.

  The thot spray that she bought from the dollar store was smelling loud and cheap. Brooklyn was a cute girl with a nice body on her. She was born in Brooklyn, New York, hence her name. She came down here with her mother in attempt to get away from her abusive father. One night her father ended up locating them and killed her mother, leaving her on the doorsteps of the police station. When no one came and claimed her, the state gave her off to the group home in the East.

  Every female in that group home was known as the "Group home hoe." Brooklyn was no exception. I remember the first time I met her I had her on her knees in the back of McDonald’s, sucking my dick before I took her to buy a number one meal. Brooklyn was what you call a simple hoe. She'll bust it wide open for simple shit. If you have a nickel bag of weed, twenty dollars, and a McChicken, then Brooklyn was spreading the damn legs. The only reason I really fucked with her is because she gave that supa head.

  "Bobby, you don't hear me talking to you?" Brooklyn said, snapping her fingers.

  "Man, get out my face with that shit. When I'm ready to get my dick sucked I'll holla," I said mushing her and walking away.

  When I got to my car, Diamond was leaned up against it on her phone. This girl had so much potential to be a bad bitch if only she would just give herself a make-over. Part of me loved having her as a partner. Diamond was about that life. She was loyal, smart, and tough as fuck. I done seen her hold her own against niggas. The other part of me wanted to see her live her life as a regular female; however under her circumstances, I knew it wasn't possible.

  "Took you long enough," Diamond said never taking her eyes off the phone.

  "Brooklyn’s hoe ass was all in my face."

  "That's what you get for fucking with hoes."

  "I know. I'm tryna see what Cray is all about, but her ass won't fuck with me because Cookie’s hoe ass checking me for.

  "Cray is a hoe too," Diamond said rolling her eyes.

  "Nah, she ain't that bad tho." I had this thing for Cray for the longest.

  Cray wasn't out there like Natasha and Cookie. I never understood why she chose to hang around girls with nasty reputations. Cray was very quiet, smart and soft spoken. Unlike Natasha and Cookie, she had nothing but honor’s classes. I have a History class with her and I peep game. She sat in the front on the class, paid attention, and did her work. Cray was the type of chick I could bring home to mama. Her body wasn't like Diamond's but she had something to grab on. She was what we called slim thick; a skinny girl with a thick girl's assets.

  "You tryna get with Cray?" Diamond asked wrinkling her nose.

  "I want to, but every time I try she shuts me down, but Imma get her tho."

  "What makes you so sure?"

  "They call me Bobby, bitch!" I laughed.

  Diamond and I went on the stroll, until it was time for her to pick up her little sister. After dropping her off, I brought the money to my uncle Biggs, and then headed home.

  "Hey mama," I said kissing her on the cheek. "What you in here cooking?"

  "Boy, get your dirty ass
hands out my pots," she said smacking me with a dish towel.

  "Ma, I know you gon’ feed your only son," I replied with a mouth filled with hot rice.

  "Booby, sit down," she said in a serious tone.

  "What did I do now?" I retrieve the gallon of fruit punch from the refrigerator, and drank straight from the gallon.

  "What’s this?" she asked throwing a pair of black boy shorts that read Eat me, at me.

  "Ma, those for Lona," I lied.

  Lona was my little big sister. Even though she was older than me by a year, I still ran things like I was the oldest.

  "What's for me?" Lona asked walking in the kitchen.

  "Tell mama those are your boy shorts," I said give her a signal with my eye so she could cover for me.

  "Yeah ma, those mine. I probably got our laundry mixed up."

  "Mmm, let me find out," was all my mother said as she went back to cooking.

  "Ma, I'm 18. I am going to have sex," I said wrapping my arm around her shoulders.

  "Not in my damn house you ain't! I told you about these fast ass hoes. When they see you they see dollar signs. They see you making moves in these streets with the potential of taking over your uncle's empire and their pussies get hot. All they tryna do is trap you. Listen to me Bobby, I know what I'm talking about," my mama stressed.

  "I hear you ma, no more hoes in your house. I'll take them to the hotel room," I laughed.

  "Bobby I'm not playing."

  "I hear you ma, but you have to understand I am a man with needs, but Imma wrap it up tho."

  "I want a damn diploma on this wall before you bring me home a baby, you hear that!?"

  "Yes ma'am."

  "Go wash up for dinner."

  On my way to the bathroom to take a leak and wash my hands, I was stopped by Lona.

  "You owe me big time," she said.

  "How much?"

  "A rack."

  "A rack?"

  "Yup."

  "Man, get the fuck out of my face with that shit."

  "Mama!!!" Lona yelled out getting my mom's attention.

  "Man, just chill, I gotchu."

  "Never mind mama."

  "Bobby?" my little sister called out.

  "Yes Bria?"

  "Is Kay still coming over for the weekend?"

  "Yes. We can go pick her up after dinner."

  ”Okay,” she said running into the kitchen, with her ponytail filled with colorful barrettes bouncing.

  We were sitting at the table around a feast of rice, baked chicken, rolls, string beans, and strawberry shortcake. My mother didn't play that. We ate our meals together at the table as a family, every morning and night.

  After dinner, Bria and I got in the car and headed over to Diamond's house. I didn't really fuck with Diamond's peoples so I parked across the street and called her to tell her I was outside. A few minutes later, she walked outside and my mouth dropped. Diamond had on a pair of spandex shorts and a sports bra. Her body was on a level of its own. She had the type of body that'll make a nigga want to lie down and die for her.

  "Close your damn mouth," she snapped as she put Kay in the car.

  "Where are your clothes at muppy?"

  Muppy was slang around the hood; everybody was considered a muppy. It was another way of calling someone.

  "I was working out to my ‘Black Girls Workout Too’ DVD," she said leaning up against the car.

  Damn her ass was PHAT!!

  "Kay, be a good girl and listen to Ms. Jessie, okay?" she said sticking her head in the window

  "Yes DeeDee. I'm gonna show Bria my new Frozen puzzle set."

  "Okay baby. I love you!"

  "I love you more DeeDee."

  "What are your plans for tonight?" I asked her discreetly eyeing her body.

  "Cookie is dragging me to that party."

  "Oh, so you are going?" I asked with a raised brow.

  "Yeah, I guess. I ain't tryna stay home with my folks," she shrugged.

  "You riding with me?"

  "Nah. Cookie wants me to ride with her and her monsters," she joked.

  "Stop talking about my bae," I said playfully mushing her.

  "Boy bye!" she said walking away.

  "Ayo muppy!" I called out.

  "What Bobby?"

  "Ma sent me a plate of food for you."

  "Tell Ms. Jessie I said thank you."

  "See you later."

  "One."

  Chapter 3

  Cookie

  "Why you even invite that lame ass hoe with us?" Natasha asked while putting my lashes on for me.

  "I need her so that I can get to Bobby. I can get in with him if I'm cool with his best friend," I replied.

  "Ohh, I bet Bobby’s fine ass have a big dick!"

  "Hoe, keep on about my baby daddy and Imma have to cut you!"

  "Hey Cray," we said in unison.

  "What y'all talking about?" Cray asked putting her duffle bag on my bed.

  "About my future baby daddy," I replied.

  "Who, Bobby?" she asked.

  "Who else would it be? Cray, I swear you be so slow at times. Uh uh bitch, I know you ain't about to do no homework?" I asked noticing her pull out a notebook from her bag.

  "Yes I am, so what? Unlike you hoes I love my education."

  "Bitch, you got all weekend to do that," Natasha chimed in.

  "I don't give a fuck. I'm going to do my homework until it's time to go. Do any of you hoes have a problem?" she asked.

  "No," we responded.

  Cray was always into school work and shit. All of her classes were honor classes. Her GPA was a 4.0, she was on the debate team; she was just an all-around book worm. The only reason Natasha and I really hung with her is because her family was paid. She wasn't really from the East. She lived in the suburbs of Tamarac. Her mother was some big time Investor and her father supposedly died and left them with a hefty life insurance policy. On a regular day Natasha and I wouldn't hang with Cray, but we needed her to make moves or else we'd be in Florida's hot sun waiting on the bus.

  "What you wearing tonight Cray?" Natasha asked brushing her long Brazilian straight hair.

  "I have this fly ass outfit ma dukes got for me at Express the other day," she replied pulling out a black short romper.

  "That's cute or whatever," I said throwing shade.

  I low-key envied Cray; she had the life I wanted. Her mother loved her and would do anything for her, whereas my mother ain't give a fuck about what I did. My mother had me when she was thirteen, so she feels the need to do all the things now that she couldn't do as a teen. You could catch my mother at the trap smoking blunts with the trap boys, busting it open for a couple bucks. Like mother like daughter.

  "What you wearing?" Cray asked, pulling out her hygiene products.

  "The floral high-low dress I got from Macy's," I proudly beamed.

  I had to suck the skin off of Tommy's dick in order to get it. I just hope and pray that Tommy didn't go bragging to Bobby about it. Tommy and Bobby were really close friends. Tommy wasn't a bad catch and I could see myself fucking with him from time to time if I needed some money, but he wasn't what I wanted. I needed me a boss nigga with a boss dick. Bobby was that nigga. He was next in line to take care over his uncle's empire, and Brooklyn’s hoe ass had a picture of Bobby's dick and he was working with a monster.

  All of us were in our own little world as we got ready for the block party.

  "Where Natasha at?" I asked Cray, while pulling on my pink sandals.

  "She went in Sean's room."

  Sean was my big cousin who lived with us. Instead of bleeding the block, he worked a regular nine to five as a Warehouse Operation Manager. He made hella money so I never understood why he chose to live in our guest bedroom. Natasha and Sean had been fucking around on the low. He didn't want to go to jail for statutory rape because she was seventeen and he was twenty–five. He also didn't want his crazy ass baby mama to find out because apparently, they were still together.