Page 13 of Ghetto Heartstrings
C2 didn’t miss a beat. “The same way you don’t be wanting a nigga to know your every move, I don’t want a nigga knowing mine, and you probably did hear her name, shit… she’s Yaya’s friend.”
Perfect didn’t want to ask shit else. For the rest of the night, they hollered at Maine about the plans, but until they were able to get some phones, they had to lay low.
Brook’Lynn rushed outof the hospital, almost forgetting her whole damn bag trying to get to her crew. “Brook’Lynn!” Marley yelled behind her, rushing to her with her bag. “Here...” She shoved it in her arms. “Damn, you about to leave everything,” she chuckled. Marley was lucky and ended up getting hired, just like Brook’Lynn did.
“Shit,” she mumbled, shifting her eyes. “Girl, I’m rushing. I gotta get up outta here.” She sighed and hopped in her car. “Catch you later!” She push-started her ride and backed up, leaving Marley standing there saying something else that she could care less to hear. She was highly frustrated and pissed that she still hadn’t heard from Perfect’s ass in over a week.
Pulling out her phone, she called Yaya. “I’m off, where is Kema?” she asked, speeding down 95.
“Bitch, it’s about time,” Yaya replied. “She’s at King of Diamonds, shaking that ass for a bag.”
Brook’Lynn frowned, almost side-swiping a car next to her while trying to switch lanes. “She just couldn’t wait, could she? Matter of fact, I’m almost there. I’m about to get her ass cause, if I don’t, she’ll stay all fucking night. Meet us at my house in thirty minutes,” she said.
“Cool, but since you’re already that way, bring a bitch some wings or something.”
“Un un. No,” Brook’Lynn refused.
“Come on Brook… please!”
Brook’Lynn hung up and parked right in front of the club, knowing she couldn’t park there. But, since she planned on being in and out, she didn’t give a fuck.
It was still the day shift and the club wasn’t packed, but it had a nice little crowd going. The first person she spotted was a nigga name Shaw posted by the bar with some other niggas, which was awkward for her, especially since Shaw was really good friends with Perfect. Not only that, he was one of the niggas she put her girls on, and they were about to rob his ass later that night.
“Brook’Lynn, what’s up baby?” He spoke like he normally did while walking up to her with his sparkling hazels, smelling all good and shit.
Brook’Lynn froze a little, trying not to embrace him back. No lie, she felt like shit. Then, again, she wasn’t trying to make it look like something was wrong either.
“Hey Shaw,” she spoke, trying not to sound nervous.Damn, how the fuck I let thesebitches talk me into some shit like this?she thought to herself. At the same time, she also had ill feelings since she hadn’t heard from Perfect, which put a sour taste in her mouth. She prayed to God he wasn’t already comfortable out there fucking those island hoes. If so, she was gonna kill his ass.
“Congratulations on yo graduation and shit. I heard you did ya thang.”
She smiled. “Thank you.” She cleared her throat, asking, “You seen Kema?”
He licked his lips and smiled, pointing to the smaller stage. “Can’t miss all that ass.”
Brook’Lynn chuckled and shook her head. “Okay, thanks. I’ll see you around.”
“Aiight sis.”
Did the nigga just call me sis?she spoke to herself.Awe dayummm.She felt even more like shit, but one thing she knew was… Shaw definitely had it, and all the bitches knew.
“Kema!” she called her friend’s name over the music and pointed to her watch. “Bitch, let’s goooo!”
Kema held up one finger, telling her to wait as she dropped it, bent over, and exposed every bit of her pussy and asshole before patting her pussy with her hand and making that ass clap for the group full of niggas in front of her. With that, the niggas dropped a whole bag on her, making it rain. Kema smiled and looked back over to Brook’Lynn, talking over her shoulder as she mouthed. “Now, we can go.”
“Whatever.”
Again, she couldn’t even hate on the girl.
“Alright, so this is the plan.” Brook’Lynn stood in the living room while sucking on a strawberry blow pop with her hair sitting on the top of her head in a bun. Normally when she got off work, she’d let it hang, but she didn’t have time to worry about thattoday. “Handle business and get back to me tomorrow. I get my cut off top, ya’ll split the rest. If ya’ll can’t hit the nigga for twenty bands or better, then it’s pointless.”
“We gonna get that, regardless. I’m a pro at this shit.”
“And what about you, Bugg?” Kema asked her. “You good?”
“I’m cool,” Bugg spoke up. She sat there, looking all pretty with her ripped jeans and tank top. She favored the singer Rihanna a lot; the only thing she didn’t have was the colored eyes, but she was pretty as hell with her sandy brown hair swooped back perfectly in a long 24-inch weave ponytail. Red lipstick smudged her perfect lips with the matching nail color.
Brook’Lynn allowed them to speak amongst themselves. She was cool with Bugg, but Bugg was Yaya’s friend; she couldn’t really consider her as a friend.
