My Besties: The Come Up (2 page)

ReRe looked at me and I mouthed, “Put it down.”

She turned back, looking square in his eyes and the next thing you know, she whipped her hand back so fast that it caused everybody jumped. It happened so fast that I don’t even think dude realized that she had nicked him until the blood began trickling down his neck.

“BITCH! YOU CUT ME!”

ReRe gave him the coldest stare that I have ever seen. “You lucky I didn’t slice you the fuck up; you disrespectful son of a bitch!”

The driver was now in the middle of us. He wore a nice chain with a pendant hanging from it that read ‘LJ’.

“Shawty, what’s your name?”

I looked at him and smiled, “JuJu.”

“Well Ms. JuJu, like I said before, I apologize for any problems my boy caused today. Let me make it up to you,” LJ said.

I looked at him as if he had just spit in my face. “Nigga, you got me fucked up! Your boy wanna be an asshole and now you trying to fuck with me; Nigga beat it!”

I’ve been through a lot of shit in my past and it has made me tough, so of course I think that I’m
that
bitch. The look this nigga gave me was enough to make me go as mute as a deaf child.

He walked up so close to my face that I could smell the peppermint on his breath. “I’mma let you have that because I know my boy fucked up, but don’t get shit twisted. I’m a grown ass man and I do not tolerate disrespect from nobody! Watch yo fucking mouth before I break yo neck!”

On the inside, that turned me the fuck on, but I knew better than to come back with some slick shit. I stepped back and said, “You got that, but don’t sleep on us.”

I grabbed ReRe and we walked off. LJ looked at me and said, “I’mma see you again, Ms. JuJu and hopefully it will be on better terms.”

The dude from the passenger seat got in the car mugging. When he got in the car, he yelled back, “I’mma see yo little ass again.”

ReRe shot back, “Not if I don’t see you first!”

I didn’t know that my girl carried a blade with her. We always had each other’s backs no matter what.

School was almost out and we were about to do it big this summer. The only thing was that we were all broke. We were not your average girls from the hood. We were all from the Eastside of Chicago; from state to the lake, baby! Anyway, we did little schemes here and there to get a little change.

We were not trying to fuck the doughboys in our hood. E wasn’t fucking with niggas, period! We had no time to be falling all in love, getting pregnant, or going back and forth from jail with them fools. We surely didn’t have time to be falling out at anyone’s funerals. Something had to give.

We were some about-it-assed females. We call ourselves Eastside Crazy, (ESC). Our only hope is to get up out of the hood alive, accomplished, and rich. I want to be a nurse. Dirty wants to be a realtor. ReRe wants be a youth counselor, and Tiki wants open her own hair salon. That hoe is a beast with all that hair shit.

We work hard all school year so that we can relax and enjoy our summer breaks. Little did we know that this summer would be one that we would never forget!

“Rolling down the street on some

shinning 24’s pulling up with

chocolate fees and redbones.”

Chapter 2

Lockjaw

“Hello!”

“Who is this?”

“You called my phone! Fuck you asking me questions for?”

“Jaw, this your auntie. I’m on 79
^th
and Cottage.”

“Good! Hit the liquor store and bring me something to drink.”

“I got you. Give me a few minutes.”

I hopped out my car and quickly hit the store. There’s no standing around this motha fucker! 79
^th
is hot as fish grease! The police are on some good bullshit. Plus, it’s the beginning of the summer so I have to stay on my toes around this bitch.

My name is LJ, short for Lockjaw. I got that name when I was a shorty. My mom Dukes said that I used to suck on dirty socks. Fuck y’all! Don’t judge me! Anyway, I’m a smooth kind of dude. You could say that I’m somewhat of a ladies man. I’m 6’2” and I weigh 195 pounds. My skin is smooth as chocolate. I rock dreads, but I keep them tight. I’m young and I’m getting it to say the least. I just turned nineteen on May second and I’m already sitting on a lovely nest egg that’s worthof over six figures.

I started selling drugs at a young age out in the projects where I was born and raised. Back in the day, the Robert Taylor high-rise buildings were a gold mine. I saw my Uncle DB and my father getting it when I was younger. They would never let me in on the action, so when I was old enough to make moves, I started as a lookout and I quickly worked my way up the ranks.

At the age of fifteen, I began moving weight. The scariest moment I had selling drugs happened when I was running my own trap spot. I had just copped my last brick and I was bagging it up when my phone rang.

“Yo Jaw, my man’s wanna come holla at you.”

“Who the fuck is ya man’s?”

“Calm down dude, he cool.”

“He better be, cause if he try any dumb shit, I’mma light his ass up like the firework show at Navy Pier on the 4
^th
of July.”

“Fair enough.”

I get up and check my38 revolver snub nose. What? Yeah, I got a 38. It’ll server its purpose.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Who is it?”

“Poohman sent me.”

I opened the door and my heart dropped to my damn socks.

“Damn Uncle! I didn’t know you was coming–.”

That’s all I got out before my Uncle DB put his paws on a nigga. That was the worst ass whooping I ever received in my life. I tried my hardest to get his big ass up off of me.

“Lockjaw, your father would kill me if he knew I bought shit from you!”

“Man, I’m doing me. I’m trying to take care of my mom Dukes and my siblings. I’m doing what he ain’t doing.”

“Nephew, this life ain’t for you. Wait a minute; I’m coming up here to get some work, and I’m getting it from you? How long have you been serving?”

“Man Uncle, I been serving since I was like nine.”

“Ain’t that bout a bitch!”

“Uncle, I been grown for a while and this is what it is. No disrespect to you, but I’mma keep doing me.”

He never told my father what I was doing. He did however upgrade my little 38. He gave me my first big gun. It was a Desert Eagle and was my favorite gun. Other than Poohman, I really didn’t socialize with niggas.

I really didn’t even have a girl. The buildings talk. These little hoes knew who was getting dough. I wasn’t trying to let one of these hood boogers trap me, no sir!

When I was seventeen, I thought I was in love. I ended up having two kids by my girl at the time. I love my kids to death, but their mama can’t be trusted. These hoes aren’t loyal.

Needless to say, I take good care of my babies, but their mama can eat a dick! I’m just saying. It’s now two years later and I’m doing better than most.

I don’t trick because I got it. A bitch better have their own. I don’t mind treating, but you must show me that you are worth it. I got a few bust downs that I entertain when I want my dick wet. I do want a wife one day. That’s another reason why I’m not too flashy.

I got a little Charger with some bang and some 24’s, nothing fancy. I want my chick to be smart and well educated. I can’t stand a stupid bitch. I’d kiss the moon if I could find a virgin, but finding a virgin would be harder than finding that bitch Carmen San Diego. I’m just saying.

I like them 5’5 or 5’6 and thick in all the right places. I like them with a caramel complexion and sexy as fuck, but not too thick. Some of that shit doesn’t look right when you take their clothes off. I would prefer you have your own hair, but now days you never know. As long as you keep that shit done, I’m good.

I like them feisty, but not disrespectful. Let’s be clear, I don’t play that ignorant shit. I’ll shake the fuck out a bitch. I might even slap fire from their ass, depending on what they did. Hold up, my phone ringing.

“Yo!”

“Damn, where the fuck you at?”

“My bad Auntie Boo, I’m on my way now.”

On my way to my auntie’s. I called Poohman and told him to get ready.

“I’m outside, my dude.”

Poohman came out of the crib looking like a hot ass mess. This nigga is crazy! My man’s got on a black long sleeve t-shirt with some black and green army fatigue shorts and he had the nerve to wear wheat-colored Timbs.

Really my nigga? Ok, we do live in the Windy City, but we got hot ass summers too. I know my dude’s feet are hot as shit. Then this fool still got that bandage around his neck from when that little shawty barely cut his ass.

I’m not even going to front; shawty had the look of death in her eyes when she upped that blade on my homie. Quiet as kept, my boy liked that shit. He likes them old crazy ass broads that stab him and shit.

I’mma break a bitch’s face if they up a blade on me. That shit has been on my mind for a minute. I can’t get Ms. JuJu off of my mind. She was fucking beautiful. I loved her feistiness. That smart-ass mouth and those eyes. Damn! Shawty was like that. That little bitch’s mouth is her only shortcoming. I couldn’t allow her to talk to me like that no matter how cute she is. I’m a man!

(SLAM)

“Nigga, don’t slam my fucking door like that, pussy!”

“Fuck yo soft ass up in here daydreaming about with that sexy ass smile on your face?”

I looked at my homie, “Fuck you and them hot ass boots you got on!”

* * *

When we pulled up to my Auntie Boo’s block and people were everywhere. Niggas were all over the corners, the fire hydrant was on at the other end of the street, and you could smell the barbeque in the air. “Damn, I hope Boo grilling because I’m hungry as shit,” Poohman said.

“Nigga you always hungry.”

I pulled over in front of my auntie’s crib and I saw her high yellow-ass sitting on the porch with a card table gambling.

“Yo thirsty ass going take the bid anyway.” I hear my auntie talking to her pinochle partner as I walk up to the porch.

“What up auntie?” She looked at Lil Mama and said, “Oh, hold up hoe; let me get my beer”Lil Mama laughed. “Yo thirsty ass.”

“Hoe don’t hate,” my auntie said.

Lil Mama is my auntie’s best friend. They met while doing a FED bid. Yeah, I said FED bid. My auntie was out here doing her mafucking mutha fucking thing and these hoe-ass niggas out here were mad, so they put the alphabet boys in her life.

Now Lil Mama is straight gangsta. This bitch pulled some Set-It-Off-type shit. Her and some goofy ass nigga robbed a bank. Now that’s my type of bitch! They got away, but her ass got caught for doing some other shit. That’s some hoe ass shit, but doing eight years did her some justice.

She’s fine as fuck. I’ve got a nasty ass crush on her. She’s 5’6, weighs about 160 pounds, and has curly black hair. Her hair is natural and sexy. She has these eyes that make me want to stare into them all day. That’s some lame ass shit, right? Fuck y’all! She bad!

“Damn, why you staring, Jaw? See something you like?” Lil Mama asked while looking at me with those
fuck-me
eyes. I swear I saw those eyes before.

“Bitch stop flirting with my nephew and melt.”

As always, my auntie was hating so I moved back to the front yard and went to holla at some niggas that I knew.

“You want beef? I got that.

Dope? I got that. Hoes? I got that.

Dro? I got that. Money? I got that.

Cars? I got that. Pistols? I got that.

Niggas get shot at.”

Chapter 3

Dirty E

“Elizabeth, come downstairs and take this trash out.”

“Why I gotta do it?”

“Because Jae`lyn is at work and since you think you a boy, it won’t kill your ass.”

Sometimes I want to punch my mom in her shit. She always has something smart to say about my sexual preference. I didn’t have to come out of the closet, but I came out of her pussy gay, no bullshit!

I used to always get my ass beat because no matter what, I wasn’t wearing a motherfucking dress. I’m the second child born to Haitian immigrants. My mom was eight months pregnant when they moved to Chicago. My dad was very supportive. When she went into labor, he was there, breathing with her, throughout the whole nine yards.

The second that I came out of my mom’s pussy, this ol’ disrespectful motha fucker actually stole my mom in the face and walked out of the room screaming, “That’s the devils child; not mine.” I was white as hell. Both of my parents are blue black.

My mom swore that she never stepped out on him. He stayed, but he treated me like shit. He would beat me, starve me, and make me do some fucked-up shit to him. I don’t want to elaborate, but I want y’all to get to know me and know why I turned out the way that I did.

He drank and smoked weed that was laced with cocaine. My mom worked two jobs to support us so she was gone a lot. On the days that she would work, he would make me watch him masturbate. Then he would ejaculate in my face. Unfortunately, that was a good day.