Page 16 of Not A Homie, Lover Or Friend
I sucked my teeth. “I picked who I wanted already.”
“I said I have someone I want you to see,” she gritted.
I went to get up, but I felt a hand on my arm, stopping me. It was Sasha. She shook her head no. My eyes landed on Yana. “Shit, I would let her beat her ass, but that’s me.”
My lips disappeared between my teeth as I nodded. Lakia snickered as she opened the door to allow the girl to come in. Her pretty brown complexion, dark lipstick, and long braids were the first things I noticed. She was slim up top but thick as hell at the bottom. She came through the door with extreme confidence. A smirk eased on her face. I could tell she knew she was about to fuck it up.
“Music,” she said.
Her eyes narrowed in on me as if Lakia had prepped her on who I was, because when the music started, she went right to it. The way she moved, she knew she was fucking it up. I could see Zaria, Navi, and Sasha hyping her up. Yana was by the speakers, waving her arms. “Get that shit, mama!” she shouted.
A smirk eased on my face as my eyes never wavered from hers. She was good. I knew Myles would enjoy her. When she was done, she stood there with her hands on her hips. I stared at her long and hard. “You got the job, the party is next weekend,” I muttered.
I glanced over at Lakia, who smirked hard as hell. I was going to give this girl a chance, but if for any reason she tried something, I was putting her down along with Myles’ sister, and I meant every fucking word. I turned back to the dancer. “What’s your name?”
She smiled. “Flex.”
FOE
When the door opened, I went straight into what I had to say, “That nigga got to go!” I spat.
Chevy dropped his head as he stepped back to let me inside his house. I clapped my hands together. “That nigga Monfua. Chev, I’m telling you I’m trying, but that nigga man, I’m about to take his ass to the king.”
Chevy closed the door before he turned to me. “Deal with it. Monfua and the other guys are part of the Zoo, whether you like it or not. We’re a family,” he paused. “Shit, the nigga is your brother-in-law, not mine.”
I waved him off. “I’m not in the mood for jokes, nigga I’m serious.”
“Yeah, well, so am I. What the fuck happened?”
I stared at him as I went to say something, then stopped. “Nothing.”
I knew if he found out we fought, he would be pissed. He would still bring up Zu and my fight every now and then. Chevy felt like once he deemed us family, that was it. I knew he expected more from me, but shit, he also knew how I was. I ran my hand through my locs at the amount of frustration I had brewing in me. A part of me felt like I was helping my sister when I busted through his door, but the other half of me knew I had fucked up.
Chevy walked past me and grabbed the baby monitors. “Let’s go out back and smoke. The boys are asleep. A nigga can finally get some green time.”
I followed behind him toward the back sliding doors when one of his plant leaves moved somehow, hitting me in the face.I swung on that shit, damn near knocking the leaf off the stem. Chev snapped. “Don’t you ever hit my shit like that nigga. That’s King. He ain’t done shit to you. Yo, bring yo ass outside before I kick you out.”
“Man, fuck these plants. Dr. Green Thumb.”
He raised his brows. “It’s going to be Dr. Beat Foe’s ass if you keep on.”
He and I went onto his back deck and lit up. Chevy seemed like he was in a better place, which, at one point, none of us thought we would see. He had been through so much, not only with the crew but with his family.If he could get through it, so could I?
I leaned forward to glance at him. “How are you able to keep your chin up through it all?”
He paused mid-blunt before he turned to me. “Is that what you think? Out of all the shit you guys watch me go through, you think my chin was up the entire time. Nigga, over the last year, I’ve been broken down to the bottom, and I mean, to the ground, scraping for air. A nigga is far from perfect, but you have to find a way to grow up, to learn when to pick and choose your battles. So ‘chin up’ is a statement, but is the action leading the statement? I’m going to ask you again,” he said as he continued to pull on the blunt. “What the fuck happened?”
When he passed it to me, I took a few pulls before I spoke. “We fought,” I tried to mumble.
Chevy’s head snapped my way. All that calm shit went right out the window as something flicked in his eyes. “Fuck you meanwefought?” his head bobbed to the side.
“Shit, I mean, threw hands, squabbled up, scrapped, kung fu, WWE. Shall I keep going?”
Chev’s face balled up. “Foe, I’m not in the mood. I thought you were past that stage? Fuck are you fighting for? The shit with you and Zu wasn’t enough. Nigga, he’s a part of the crew now,whether any of you niggas like it or not; they are here to stay. Not only that—”
I waved him off, “I get it, you don’t have to keep going.”
He laughed. “Nigga you came to my house with the shits, so let me finish. You fought him for Lakia? Did she ask you to step in? Was the nigga putting the paws on her? Come on, I’m waiting because what you're saying to me is that you don’t like him, and for me, the shit isn’t good enough. So, help me understand.”
