Page 54 of Arris, Jayme & Dyani
Them niggas were always trying to play on somebody’s top and the disrespect was insane and wouldn’t be tolerated.
“Ay, bitch. Watch where the fuck you going!” I barked.
“Nigga, fuck you! You need to watch where the fuck you’re going!” he yelled back.
“Oh. Word? What’s up, then? You trying to get some shit off your chest?” I took steps toward him.
“What’s up?” He held his hands up. “What’s up?”
The liquor store’s door opened and the D-Ville boys I was with stepped outside. I looked over at where two cars’ doors flew open and men filed out, flags in their hands and tucked in their pockets signifying they were Bedford Boys.
Shit was about to get real.
I adjusted the hold on my liquor bottle.
Words didn’t even need to be exchanged. As soon as dude took a step toward me, I clocked him upside his mothafuckin’ head with my bottle and punched his ass out immediately. D-Ville and Bedford Boys both ran up to fight. It became a brawl in seconds. I went from punching dude who had stepped to me to any nigga waving a green flag.
I damn near perfected my left hook when I’d been fighting every fucking weekend after being newly jumped in, so I was laying niggas down.
Punches flew. A few people screamed to break things up. Niggas hit the ground around me.
I gritted my teeth when I threw my punch a little bit too close to my body and felt my fist crack against the dude's jaw and teeth instead of the side of his head. I immediately knew my hand was going to be fucked up. That pissed me off more and I maneuvered around and elbowed him in his stomach. When he hunched over, I clocked him behind his head.
“Ay!” A gunshot went off and several men ran.
I lifted my hands and looked over at the liquor store owner who didn’t look amused by our fighting. He had the gun pointed in the air but he lowered it slowly. He looked around at the group of us.
“I don’t want none of that dumb shit going on out here!” he yelled.
“Yeah, alright. We hear you.”
“I’m serious, Arris. Take that shit somewhere else.”
“I said alright, man.” I rubbed my thumb along my lip and looked at the blood gathered there. “Run me for another bottle though,” I added.
He looked between the two groups and shook his head.
“I’ll bring it back out to you, and when I do, there better not be any fighting going on.”
“I hear you.”
One of the Bedford Boys spit on the ground. “This shit ain’t over.”
“Never is, bitch,” I countered.
A few guys from both sides headed out.
“Them niggas always want to start some shit,” Darryl grumbled.
“You would think they’d get tired of getting their asses handed to them.” I collected my new bottle from the owner when he stuck his hand out of the door and gave a quick nod in his direction.
As soon as he headed back inside fully, I handed the bottle over to Darryl.
He looked from me to the bottle, back and forth.
“What’s up?”
“Them niggas fucked up my vibe. I’m taking my ass home. Just take the bottle to the gang and let them know I’m proud of them lil niggas.”
