Page 13 of In Too Deep

“When you get out of here, for the summer you can come work for me at Telo. You’re old enough,” I grinned.

“Telo Wireless,” he cackled. “Fuck I look like sellin’ cellular phones?”

“And you expect Dad to let you stay under his roof and not do shit. Nigga, I’m doing you a favor by looking out for you.”

“You know I’m just talkin’ shit,” he simmered down. “I’ve seen the commercials to know that business is boomin’.”

“You goddamn right it is,” I boasted. “I just opened a store in Germantown, and business is doing great in Nashville. Prettysoon, in the next few months, I’ll be expanding my endeavors in Atlanta.”

“That’s wassup, I fuck with.” Reaching his hand out, I followed suit and slapped hands with him. “Roxe still on his software developer shit?”

“From what I heard, he’s still pitching ideas to them white folks. You know how that shit go, they hate adding extra sugar to Kool-Aid.” I uttered metaphorically, mentioning that Roxe’s ideas were too good for them to settle with the idea of a black man coming up with something great.

“Since the beginning of time, black folks have been the prototype,” he concurred.

“Exactly.”

“I can’t wait to find out what I’m good at. I don’t know shit. I make good grades in here, but I want to be like y’all. Y’all niggas are rich and wealthy out here, making mama and daddy proud. I need to know what that feel like.”

“And you will,” I assured him, speaking positively to avoid clouding his dreams. “You still be drawing and shit?”

“Every day, I got to send you some of my work, but aye,” he adjusted himself in the chair, his tone became lower as he leaned forward. “You heard from Liana?”

“Liana,” my brow rose. “The church girl with the big ass booty?”

“Mane, chill out, but yeah. She got a nigga? I can’t find her on social media, I think she may have blocked me or sum shit.”

“I ain’t know that y’all were fucking off.”

“We were before I came here, but we wasn’t supposed to. For her sake, I been being lowkey, but I love the fuck outta that girl. I been sending her letters and shit, but she ain’t been responding.”

“Hmm,” I held out my hands, mimicking a scale. “A thug ass nigga going after a church going girl, I’m sure her parents told her to cut yo ass off.”

He leaned back and scrunched his face, seeming angry by my honesty. “Don’t say no shit like that. Fuck would she turn on me for?”

“Because you can’t do shit for her, but sell her false dreams. Don’t feel bad about it though nigga. Use that pussy as a way to get your shit together, then approach her the right way, and if she still doesn’t budge then move the fuck on.”

“There ain’t no movin’ the fuck on. Fuck is you talkin’ ‘bout nigga?”

“So what you gon’ force your way into the girl’s life?”

He nodded. “If that’s what it take. I’m like a two dollar bill. I’m hard to come by.” He smirked, popping his imaginary collar.

I stood up, laughing at his goofy ass. “If you say so. Have you at least sniffed the pussy yet, while you on the verge of crashin’ out?”

“That don’t matter. From what I heard, we in the same boat. You can’t fuck because yo bitch pussy smells like goat shit.”

My face scrunched up in confusion. “How the fuck you hear that?”

“Roxe.”

“Y’all niggas gossip like two bitches.”

“It gives me something to laugh at when I’m feeling low.”

“Yeah, whatever. Show me some love so I can roll out. Unlike yo broke ass I make money in my sleep, bitch.”

“Speaking of, you think you can throw me a lil’ cash?”

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