Raunchy 2 (90 page)

MAD
FIST FIGHT

After the kidnapping of Antoinette, I knew shit would probably get realer with my pops and Jace. So I bought me a bottle of Hennessey to keep my mind off of shit and dipped into a 7-Eleven to buy some blunts. I was meeting Mad Max later that night before we went to another party and Sugar said she had some bomb ass smoke.

I was about to step to the counter to get the blunts when I saw the sexiest bitch I’d ever seen in my life. Her hair hung down her back and the jeans she wore clung to her ass and hips. I could tell her waist was small because she was wearing a red t-shirt that clung to her back and landed at the tips of the jeans. She had an hourglass figure. I knew I had to have her so I pulled down my cap, lowered my voice and stepped to her from behind. Then I smacked her on the ass before squeezing it.

“What the fuck you doing?!” She yelled, turning around to look at me. I guess she liked what she saw because her frown softened. “Boy, you almost got fucked up! Why would you do some raunchy shit like that? You don’t even know me.”

“Please excuse my hands,” I said feeling the alcohol. “I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I wanted to make sure that ass was real!”
“You still think it ain’t real?” She said smiling through her frown.
“Baby that shit right there,” I said examining her ass again. “Is realer than a mothafucka.”
“Whatever,” she said digging into her purse for money to pay for a honey bun, Doritos and a Pepsi. “You betta watch that shit. If I was with my friends they would’ve stomped your ass for that shit.”
“And they would’ve gotten murdered by mine.”
She laughed. “You must be high.”
“Naw, baby. I just feel good.” I paused. “But since I disrespected, let me get that for you.” I turned my attention to the cashier and said, “Give me a box of cherry blunts and put her stuff in with mine.”
The girl smiled and the black girl cashier rung everything up. I still had money from what Kali gave me so, trying to impress shawty, I paid with a hundred dollar bill. The cashier took the bill out of my hand and ran a black counterfeit pen over it. She frowned at the bill and took it to a white male employee behind the counter.
“What is this?” She whispered holding the bill. “I never saw it do this before.”
“Who gave this to you?” He asked.
“He did.” She said pointing at me.
He ran another pen over the bill again and it did the same thing. Change black. He walked up to me, slid the bill on the counter and said, “I can’t take this.”
“Fuck you mean you can’t take this?” I asked.
“The money isn’t real.”
“Fuck you telling me my money not real?! I got that from my father.”
“And I’m telling you it isn’t real.” He said seriously. “This black mark shows its fake money, if it was real it would have stayed yellow.” He paused. “Now either pay using another form of payment, or leave the line.”
“But it don’t make no sense!” I was embarrassed and angry that he was telling me something that wasn’t true. I just spent some money in the liquor store so I know it was real. And then it dawned on me, they never ran the pen over the money. They never ran that pen over any money I’d used.
“Don’t worry about it,” the girl said, “I can pay for my own stuff.”
“Naw…I got it.” I reached into my pocket and grabbed the change from the one hundred dollar bill that was broken at the liquor store. Giving the cashier forty dollars, he ran the pen over each bill. It stayed yellow. He gave me my fake one hundred dollar bill back along with the change from my real cash. I didn’t even want to hang out at no party after this shit. I was blown.
And I knew the girl didn’t want to have anything to do with me after that so I was about to leave the store until she said, “After all that grabbing of my ass, you gonna just leave me hanging?”
“I ain’t feeling up for shit right now.”
“Naw, nigga, after that foreplay in there, you owe me.” She paused. “Now where we going?”
“Home.” I said walking out the door about to catch a cab.
“I’m ready when you are.”
“You really coming with me?”
“Fuck you think?” She smiled.
“Let’s roll.” I paused. “You drive?” I continued still blown about the fake money but happy I still got the girl.
“Yeah. I got my friend’s car.” She pointed at a black Acura. “Cool,” I said pimping to the car. “What’s your name?” “Denise.” She paused. “Yours?”
I don’t know why I decided to lie I just did. I guess there was too much emotion around my real name so I didn’t want to give it to her. So I thought of a name I respected. A name that when I said I’d feel proud about.
“Wagner. But everybody calls me, Wags.”
“Well I guess I’m going with you, Wags.”
“You betta know it, baby.”