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“Only Day,” Marcel shrugged, sneering at Davon. “He really was always on about her and how he was gonna hit that shit and meet her folks and shit. Told him he needed to stick with a sister and not some little white bitch, but he was all about that little cunt. He had plans for her.”

Geo looked over Marcel, then back to Davon. “You boys know each other? There a reason he try’na get you shot?”

Davon lifted his chin, looking pissed, but shook his head slightly.

“Nuttin’ to say now?” Marcel sneered at Day. “You was talkin’ ALL kinds of shit last week, go ahead, bitch. Tell him how you saw me talkin’ to Shanice, and you hadda step your ass up and tell her I wasn’t shit and she should set her sights higher. How you always steppin’ on on another brother’s game.”

Geo cocked his head, his face going confused, then he looked pissed. Yanking his gun out, he pressed it to Marcel’s head. “You really tryna tattle like a little bitch right now? The fuck is wrong with you? Nah!” he yelled, then stepped back and held the gun straight.

“NO!” Sailor screamed in horror as the others immediately moved away from Marcel as he threw his hands up like they could ward off a bullet. “He’s a CHILD! He’s a little kid, please!”

Geo hesitated, looking over his shoulder at Sailor. “He’s your age, and you ain’t a fuckin’ child.”

“He’s not! He’s a sophomore! He’s just a little kid! Please?!?”

Geo looked back at Marcel, then looked down and stepped back, disgusted. “Did you just fucking PISS yourself?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, god, please! I’m sorry!” Marcel brokedown, sobbing, huddling in and hiding his head.

Geo huffed and put away his gun, looking pissed.

Davon didn’t wait, going to Marcel and putting a hand on his shoulder. “It’s good, man, it’s alright. You good. I’ll get you home and cleaned up before anyone sees, and no one will say shit, you hear me? No one here will say shit,” he promised, giving Phoenix a significant look.

“Clean that shit up,” Mig told Justin, pushing him towards the puddle of piss.

“Get that little shit outta here,” Geo demanded. “He ain’t with us no more.”

“I got ’m,” Davon promised, leading the crying boy back to the door. Davon paused in the doorway, then turned back to Geo. “She will always look like a little kid, no matter what she wears. The only way around it is something low-cut. Really low cut. Show off her tits; they’ve always been… disproportionate to her. Don't let her wear a sports bra either, you have to let them show some. You have those where they can be seen… noticed. No one’s gonna notice how little she is. They’ll just see those and know she’s a grown-ass woman. Otherwise, she hunches too much and hides ’m in normal clothes, always tryin’ not to be seen.”

“You seen her titties?”

“Nah, man. I wish, but nah. Just some cleavage sometimes when she bends over, or like, when she turns and her shirt is all tight on ’m, you know? Saw her out of uniform a few times, and she was wearin’ a dress, like she was comin’ from church or somethin’. This one time, this one dress… I can’t tell you what color the dress was or nothin’ else about her that day, just that my eyes never left them. I don't think anyone else’s did either.”

Geo scowled at Davon, then turned to look over Sailor again.

She ignored him, then got the nerve to speak up as Davon turned to go. “Day! Day, please, can you check on my mom? Feed her? The nurse won’t come until Tuesday, and I’m all she has! The supe will let you in, just tell him… tell him I got arrested or something. Anything.”

“Aight,” Davon agreed warily, watching Geo carefully since she’d just sort of thrown him under the bus as being closer to her than he’d intimated. “What apartment number?”

“414. I have extra keys, I think? I’m not sure where they are, in the bedroom somewhere I think. They’ll have an old Konami lanyard and a beaded bracelet thing, too. They were the ones from middle school for my middle school locker, but they have an apartment key, too. I… I don't know where my bag or my keys are.”

“My car,” Geo spoke up. “It’s in the backseat of my car. Mig, get it and give ’m the keys.”

Sailor looked over at Geo, then looked down and whispered, “Thank you.”

Geo didn’t acknowledge her; he was looking over Davon, still holding a sniffling and hunched in Marcel. “How long you been with my crew?” he demanded of him.

“Since I was old enough,” Davon shrugged. “My older brother got me in, runnin’ for him when I was 12.”

“James, yeah?”

“Yeah. He’s over on 19th now, but I chose to stay here.”

“You’s wantin’ your own crew too, not wantin’ to work under your brother?”

Davon shrugged, lifting his chin like he did when he wasn’t going to answer.

“I see you, boy,” Geo gave him a nod.

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