Page 12 of Ghetto Heartstrings
“I’ll check ya’ll tomorrow,” she said, walking out.
Perfectand the crew walked around the extravagant home that Rasta sent them to, in order to be comfortable for the time being. But, while the other niggas walked around checking shit out, all he could think about was Brook’Lynn and how he hurt her, which hurt him more than anything.
“Yo, Perfect! You aiight man?” Boom yelled down from the balcony.
“Man, just give me a minute.” He walked off into the room that would be his and tossed his bags down. He couldn’t believe this shit; he didn’t feel like talking to no fucking body, not even the niggas he considered himself closest to. They were in St. Croix, and it was beautiful there, but that’s the last fucking place he wanted to be. He flopped down on the bed and kicked his shoes off before lying on his back with his hands propped behind his head, looking at the ceiling. The muffled voices of C2, Boom, and Rasta’s right-hand man, Maine, could be heard on the other side of the door.
He was stuck in his own thoughts, when C2 came walking in with a bottle in his hand, bare chest. “Nigga, ain’t no need in pouting about this shit now, my dude. Shit, we gotta get money out here just like if we was back home. Maine gon’ hook us up wit’ the people we need to see.” He sat in the chair next to the bed and belched.
Perfect frowned. “You’s a nasty nigga.” He waved his hand in front of his nose.
“Shit, it got you to say something… nigga, you been on the mute button since we got here; what the fuck? I told you, don’t worry about Brook’Lynn. She’s as solid as they come, but being depressed about it won’t get us up outta here no quicker. We gotta make the best of this shit,” he told his big brother. He was used to Perfect being the one schooling him, but he couldn’t let his brother sit there and soak in misery.
Perfect sat up and cracked his jawbones. “Yo, on the real bro, you didn’t see her fucking face; she tried to fuck a nigga up foreal. On God, I ain’t ever seen her look like that. Shit, I don’t even know if I’ll have a girl when I get back. I don’t know about you, niggas, but I love my bitch,” he spoke seriously.
C2 took another drink. “Shit, I love my bitch too, but what the fuck can I do?” He shrugged. “I’ll tell you what I’m about to do right now… it’s a big ass pool out back and I’m way too flyy to be sitting in here in misery wit’ yo ass. Suck that shit up man, come on.” He hit him on the leg and walked out.
After a few seconds, Perfect thought about it and got his ass up. C2 was right. Shit, if it was meant to be and if he had the kind of girl he thought he had, then he was gon’ be straight and wasn’t shit to worry about. In the meantime, he was gon’ chill and make the best of this shit. Since he didn’t have a phone to call Brook’Lynn on yet, he was about to chill for the rest of the day and get to that later. Walking out of the room, he joined his niggas in the back; they were already chillin’ without him.The sun beat down on his face and the crystal blue pool in front of him was tempting as hell. Maine’s husky ass was already by the grill with slabs of meat ready to go in, since the fridge so happened to be loaded already when they got there. He had his back turned with a blunt hanging from the side of his mouth, and just like Rasta, he too had a head full of unruly locks.
C2 and Boom threw a football back and forth in the pool, while talking shit the whole time.
“Nigga, you throw like a bitch!” C2 laughed, going in for the kill.
“Until you get on a NFL field, nigga don’t say shit to me.” Boom fired back in laughter, dunking C2 under the water and coming back up while shaking his dreads from his face. To the naked eye, Boom looked like C2 with those dreads, but Boom was darker and had a little more muscle. The bitches went crazy for Boom’s pretty boy ass, with those long ass lashes seducing the shit out of all the hoes.
“Both of ya’ll niggas is weak. I don’t even know what the argument is all about.” Perfect said while jumping in the pool with all his clothes on, getting Maine wet in the process.
“Goddamn youngin’!” He took a step back. “Fuck up my meat if you want to and ya’ll gon’ be eating bread and water for dinner!” He shook his head and focused back on the meat. Rasta was lucky he was his nigga, cause he didn’t appreciate having to be out on an island keeping an eye on some grown ass niggas.
“Ay, my fault unc!” Perfect laughed.
Perfect and C2 had been close to Maine for years and they fucked with him a little heavier than Rasta cause he was always up front. Rasta, on the other hand, was always serious and secretive with all his shit.
For the next couple of hours, they all chilled and smoked by the pool until the food was ready and feasted like some broke niggas that ain’t ate in weeks.
“Maine,” C2 said, taking a bite out of his ribs. “Where the fuck are we supposed to get some phones around this bitch? We don’t know shit about this place.”
Maine took a swig of his beer and took a seat at the kitchen island. “Probably a few days to a week. Just gotta chill for a little bit.”
C2 shook his head, knowing that Kema was gon’ talk so much shit. Hell, if she didn’t hear from him in a week, she might go into withdrawal and find a dick to hop on. That’s how she was though. C2 knew Kema couldn’t fully be trusted, but he couldn’t help that he loved the bitch. One thing about it, she knew how to treat a man. “Kema gon’ bug the fuck out.”
Boom stood up to put his plate in the sink. “A nigga ain’t even worried about Yaya. I can’t stress about shit I can’t change. Either she in it or she ain’t cause plenty of bitches would be willing to take her spot.”
“Yeah, well, I wanna know exactly what her sneaky ass got going on; that’s why I got my girl, Bugg, spying on they ass,” C2 said.
“Spying on who?” Perfect asked, frowned up.
“Shit, nigga, everybody,” he replied like it wasn’t a big deal. “I got her put up in my other house right now. As long as she handles business, she’s good.”
“I ain’t got no comment,” Boom chuckled. He knew C2 was capable of all kinds of shit; the nigga had trust issues.
“Mannnn…” Perfect shook his head. “You mean to tell me, you got a side bitch spying on your main bitch? Nigga… you take the player of the year.”
“Nah, it ain’t like that man, Bugg is the homie. I’d love to fuck her fine ass, but she ain’t wit’ it. Bitch don’t like nobody; I’m starting to think she like the same shit we like.”
Boom chuckled, “Shit, that’s cool too; the more the merrier.”
“Boom, shut the fuck up,” Perfect chuckled his damn self. “C2, why I ain’t met her then? And I heard that name before.”
