Not bad for four nerdy niggas and their skater homie.
“Yeah,” I say, smiling down at Sadé. She’s not paying either of us attention, just chewing on that fist of hers.
“And it’s… not… Sahara’s, right?”
I glance at him. “Nah.”
This nigga breathes a sigh of relief it sounds like, before a smile breaks his face and he adjusts his glasses again. “She’s adorable, Shad. Wassup, lil baby girl,” he says in what I think is a baby voice?
“Nigga,” I chuckle, “she wasn’t gone be adorable if Sahara was her mama?”
Jonesy straightens up and drops the smile off his face. “Honestly, brodie, no. I know you liked her and all, but she’s… ratchet. My sister shows me that show she’s on, and I lost a couple brain cells trying to follow it. But, you know, you’re our brother and we support–”
“We?”
Jonesy looks around before shrugging. “Well, yeah. Caphatesher. Almost as much as he hates Sincere. Said they were both weirdos. That’s why he’s not here–he thought she’d be here with your baby… hey, whoisthe mom? Is that why you went MIA?”
It doesn’t surprise me that Cap doesn’t fuck with Sahara nor Sincere. Cap isn’t from the Birch, but he’s still from South Kenton, unlike our other friends. And the first time I brought Sincere and Sean around, he and Sean bonded over Sincere being a poser.
“I’ll bring her around to meet the guys.”
Jonesy’s phone pings, and he glances at the screen. “It’s someone at the front. But yeah, man, bring her. I’m sure Nat’s tired of being the only girl at our FrightNight Movie Fests,” Jonesy says, mentioning Chase’s longtime girlfriend. He stands,smiling one more time at Sadé, before going to see who’s at the front.
My college friends may have started out green, but after Jonesy and Cap saw Set almost kill my OG and Pops at my birthday dinner, I had to put them up on game. That led to them wanting to learn to shoot. Now they all more or less carry and can handle their own.
Or at least I thought. I hear a commotion getting louder closer to the door. But I only have time to stand before the door bursts open.
I snatch the glock I keep on the dashboard and aim at none other than Nut, who’s got his shit aimed at me.
“Nigga, put yo shit down before you scare my lil nigga!”
I place my gun back on the dash and glare at this dumb ass. He lowers his, and comes all the way in.
“You gotta start carrying yo phone in here, Dub,” Set rasps, shuffling in. Pay and Denver follow him, and now I’m really getting confused.
Denver yawns and makes a beeline for me, plucking Sadé, who happily goes with him for once, out of my arms. He holds his hand out to me. “Office keys,” he mumbles.
I give my keys to him on autopilot, before he pockets them and grabs Sadé’s diaper bag. “I’m locking myself in there. Knock five times, three fast, two slow, and I’ll know it’s you.” He salutes us and ambles out, with Sadé making weird baby sounds in his ear.
“Um, why the fuck y’all here? And I keep my phone off to focus.”
“Anything can fucking happen, Shad. And shit’s been happening! That’s why we had to pull up!”
Set takes a seat, while Pay and Nut stand and glare at me.
“Nobody’s been on IG all night,” Pay hisses.
I furrow my brows. “Huh?”
“Exactly, nigga–”
“No. How is that a problem?”
“You know Shad has never cared about a bitch before, Pay. He don’t know shit about relationships. Spell that shit out.” Set’s weed bag magically appears on the coffee table as he starts breaking some down.
Pay groans and wipes her face. “Wyn, Autumn, Mace, Dal, and Brina went out tonight to some new club Wyn is hosting at, and ain’t NOBODY posted anything. No stories or posts, Rahshad. And we’re not restricted, because even Patrick’s finsta isn’t showing anything.”
“But I haven’t had a chance to get Macy to add my finsta, and her shit private. So we need you to look.”
