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blackpantherismyish · 6 years

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One Of The Homies

Chapter One

Word Count: 1.5k (damn near 1.6)

Warning(s): Cursing, Death threat (???)

A/N: I know this been a long time coming. I started college and the shit was honestly in the back of my mind at the moment. But I’ve gotten in the grove of things so hopefully I can update more (don’t kill me if I don’t)

Small inspiration from No Scrubs by TLC (towards the end)

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It was a warm, summer day in Oakland, California. The four friends sat on the front porch of their shared condo, smoking a blunt and reminiscing about their childhoods.

“Ayo E, you remember that time Mini knocked the wind out of yo ass when we were kids?” Cam asked, before breaking out into a fit of laughter.

“Man hell yeah,” Erik exclaimed, glancing over to his pocket-sized homie.

“Didn’t think her little ass was that damn strong,” he replied, lightly punching her in the shoulder.

“Well that’s what you get for underestimating me,” Mini responded, giggling.

10 YEARS EARLIER

“Can I sit here?” the young boy asked, standing next to the table that Sekhmet sat engulfed in her sketchbook.

“Sure,” she replied, never taking her eyes from the page.

The boy leaned on the table, staring between her hand and her face.

“My name’s Dominic, what’s yours?” he asked.

“Sekhmet,” she replied, slightly annoyed at his continued attempts at conversation.

He scrunched his nose up in disgust.

“What kind of name is that?” he asked, sitting back in his chair.

“My name, that's what kind.” Sek replied, smugly. Dominic rose from his seat and shook his head.

“Okay… Well… it was nice meeting you.” He backed away from the table, rubbing his head.

“But it wasn't nice meeting you.” Sek went back to her book and laughed to herself. Serves him right.

Dominic made his way back over to Erik, face still frowned up. Erik seemed a bit confused as to why he came back so quick.

“Dom, what's the matter? Why you frowning?” Erik sat up from his seat as Dom sat across from him and his half brother Cameron.

“Cause bruh… that girl over there was being rude and all I was tryna do was be nice and sit with her.” Dom folded his arms and sat back.

“Nah bruh. We don't tolerate disrespect over here.” Erik stood from his seat. He made his way over to the table where Sekhmet was now standing, holding her pencil and sketchbook against her chest.

“Aye.” Erik called to her. She looked back unamused. Why were these guys bothering her right now?

“Yes?” Sek asked as she shifted her weight between her feet.

“Why you had to be so rude to my friend?” Erik tilted his head to the side.

“Why couldn’t your friend ask me himself? Better yet, why can’t ya’ll just leave me alone?” Sek watched as his facial expression changed like she had flipped a switch.

“Man, just answer the question.” Erik sighed. This girl was really starting to get under his skin.. Sek stepped forward until she and Erik were only a few inches from each other. Erik towered over her. At 4’5” he was rather tall for an 8-year-old. Though she’d never admit it, she was a bit intimidated by his size. Being that she was only 3’9”, she had to crane her neck to look up at him.

“Nah,” she responded sarcastically, before turning to walk away.

Erik’s hand moved before he could think and nudged her back slightly, making her stumble forward. She whipped around and landed a blow to the middle of his chest, successfully knocking the wind out of him. For a 7-year-old, she packed quite a punch. Satisfied with herself, she turned and proceeded to walk away.

“Aye!” Erik called out to her, between his coughing fit, but it was no use. She kept on walking, leaving him to suffer alone.

A few weeks passed, Sek and the boys exchanging glances between each other in passing. Finally one day, they decided to stop ignoring each other existence and formally introduce themselves. Sitting in her usual spot under a large tree, Sekhmet did what she always did, emerged herself in her sketchbook and ignored the world around her. Humming softly, her small nimble fingers contorted the sketch pencil in a way you would think was possible for a child as young as her. The weight on the table she was sitting at shifted, causing her head to rise ever so slightly.

“Yes?” She shot a quick glance at the three boys then went back to her drawings.

“We got off of the wrong foot last time we talked and we thought it would be a good idea to try again.” Dominic looked over at Sekhmet as she placed her pencil down and closed her sketchbook.

“Sure.” She slid the book back into her bag and leaned on her fist to look at the boys.

Being the first to stick out his hand, Dominic gave Sekhmet a soft smile.

“I'm Dominic. You can call me Dom or Nic. Whichever.” He lifted his shoulders in small shrug.

“Sekhmet. But you knew that already. You can call me Sekh, Or AJ.” She put her hand in his and shook it.

“I'm Cameron. Cam for short.”

“And I'm Erik.” Erik was the last to shake her hand.

After the greetings she went back to her drawings while the 3 curious boys questioned her.

“Why are you always by yourself? You got something wrong wit you?” Dominic tilted his head down to look at what her fingers had been scribbling over. It was a decorated skull with flowers growing out of the otherwise empty eye sockets.

“I just don't like people. You 3 are lucky I haven't shoo’d you away by now.” Sek brushed eraser shavings out of her way and continued doodling.

PRESENT DAY

“Jesus you were a brutal lil girl.” Cameron laughed, blowing smoke into the air.

“The fuck you mean were, she still is a mean lil girl. She just grown now.” Erik retorted sipping from his red cup as Sekhmet smacked his chest. When she hit his chest, he nearly choked on whatever he happened to be sipping.

“Nigga shut up. You still a big bitch that get on my last nerve.” Sek rolled her eyes, sitting back in her seat.

“But you love me though.” Erik flicked Sek on the forehead as he went back to sipping from his cup.

“That’s-” Sekhmet’s voice was cut off by the sound of a car horn and the screeching of tires.

“Aye Mini!” A squeaky voice called out from the car as the tinted windows were rolled down. Rolling her eyes, she stood from her seat on the porch.

“What you want Dre?” She walked over to the car, holding the blunt between her lips.

“When you gon let me take you on a date, lil mama.” The nigga, deemed as Dre, leaned against the passenger window, brushing his hair out of the way. His head was covered in messy dreads, unlike Erik’s.

“When you get yo own car.” Sek blew smoke from her lips as Dre scoffed.

“I told you, Imma be getting my whip soon guh.” Dre waved the smoke out of his face, and looked at her.

“You been saying that for a minute.” Sek tried her best not roll her eyes in aggravation as the bullshit spilled from this man’s mouth.

“I know but I’m forreal this time.” Dre nodded as if to confirm with himself.

“You still live wit yo mama?”

“Yeah bu-”

“Dre hit me up when you finally get yo own shit.” Sek finally let her eyes roll to the back of her head.

“Bitch, How bout you hit me up when you get those 3 dicks out yo damn mouth!” As if he said a magic word, four 24k gold desert eagles pointed toward his head.

Sekhmet walked up to the window of the car and pressed the cold metal of the pistol against his forehead. Her hairs stood on end as Erik’s large presence moved up behind her. His pistol now pressed against Dre’s temple.

“Nigga you ain’t the first body I done dropped. I don’t mind adding a nigga to the list.” The color of Sek’s eyes shifted and the atmosphere changed. Taking a drag from the blunt that was between the fingers on her free hand, she blew it in his face.

“And I’m pretty sure, yo homie aint tryna have blood all in his mama whip.” Erik voice boomed and Dre’s eyes widen.

“Plus I’m pretty sure if they dicks were in my mouth, They’d be bigger than you.”

Dominic and Cameron stood a little ways behind the two with their pistols drawn and ready.

“Aight. Aight. I-I aint mean no harm. I’m sorry.” Dre pulled back from the window and he was visibly shaking.

“Thought so. Now get the fuck out my face unless you want a bullet between yo eyes just because.” Sek’s voice dripped with dominance as she stared down Dre. Dre looked over his shoulder and give his friend a slight nod and the car sped off. Putting the pistol back in her waistband like a old hood nigga would, she walked back to the porch and took her spot back in the chair she was once sitting in.

“I swear broke niggas got the most confidence.” Cameron rolled his eyes, taking his seat again.

Erik’s jaw clenched slightly as he put his gun back on safety and back in his waistband much like Sekhmet had.

“Broke niggas also get bullets to the brain the most.” Erik grumbled lowly, plopping back down into his seat.

“They broke.. So what they got to lose.” Sek let a bullet from her pistol dance between her fingers as the sun hit the gold casing.

“Other than their life?” She looked up catching the bullet in the palm of her hand.

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blysssimblr · 7 years

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It had been two weeks since the shit went down with Anita, and he would be lying if he didn’t say that maybe he was over reacting to his fears of her rejecting him by not listening to what she had to say. But the thought of her telling him after all this time that she wouldn’t be with him because of whatever reason, he just couldn’t look her in the face and watch her deny him, so he fell back.

Like every morning he was out running and trying not to run to Anita’s house and run her into her sheets. Falling back wasn’t as easy as the memes made it seem.

“Nasir!”

For a second he was confused as to who was calling his name this early in the morning and who honestly even knew him to call him out like that. Looking back, he was even more confused. Who the fuck was this nigga?

“Yo, whats good Nasir. Been a while”

“Yea.” He said looking the man up and down trying to figure out where he knew him from, “What can I do for you man?”

Watching the nigga size, him up like he was wondering if he could take him made Nasir raise an eyebrow again.

‘Yo who the fuck is this short ass nigga and he bet not have beef this early in the morning’

Hearing this nigga scuff under his breath he crossed his arms and looked down at him.

‘Yo I know this nigga……but who tf is he?’

“So you the nigga Anita been pity fucking?”

‘YOU GOT TO BE SHITTING ME!’ Nasir said groaning inward and almost rolling his eyes into the galaxy ‘Jasper!’

“Excuse me?”

“Look man, bae told me she finally threw you some pity pussy, but bruh, you need to learn how to get in where you fit in. Get and go. You know? Like I let this shit slid, but with our son and our future we building, she don’t have time for no side nigga.”

“You know, she could tell me that herself my g.”

“Nah, she aint talking to you right now remember, so how she gonna tell you?”

“Oh you mean like how she was just calling me last night?” he said smirking down at how Jasper face changed to anger.

“Look nigga! I’m tryna be cool on the strength on Anita alone cause she pity you, but you need to back the fuck up! We got a whole ass son we need to raise and you making her feel like we can’t be together cause she feel bad for you! You in the way my g! I’m getting tired of her tryna dip and dodge for your fucking feelings! You need to be gone!”

“Nigga Anita grown as fuck! If she wanted me gone, trust me she would tell me! Just like she told you back before you started showing up to her job on some little hoe shit!”

Watching Jasper step in his face anger beaming from his eyes he smirked.

‘This nigga really came over here tryna punk me!”

“Look, the sooner you gone the sooner my bitch can gulp down this dick and I can fill all her pretty little holes with all this nut she loves! But hell, you know about that right? How deep my bitch pussy go. How tight she gets when she into it. How she can take a dick down her throat like she drinking water. Yea nigga. That’s all me and you need to step the fuck off cause I’m tired of her hoe ass out her letting just any ass nigga get in her! You probably over here thinking she really loved you huh nigga? She whimpering that shit in ya ear or something my nigga?? Yea I know she did, her hoe ass love to make even the pleebish of niggas feel special. But its fine cause that shit dead my guy!” he said looking him up and down a sneer on his face.

If he was completely honest with himself, he would admit that he was hurt as fuck. Here this nigga basically confirming the shit he been feeling and he aint know how to even react. She was out her tryna be with this nigga who didn’t even respect her enough to call her something other than a hoe and a bitch, but she was pushing him away?

He wasn’t going to even trip though. He aint expect her to just return his feelings just because he had them for her and now that he knew how she felt and whats going on he was about to fall back. She wanted a nigga like Jasper her ass to could have him.

Before he could even clock back in to see what, that nigga Jasper was talking bout still he felt himself being shoved back.

“Nigga get the fuck out your feelings and get the fuck stepping my g! Didn’t I just tell you to get the fuck out my face before I beat your ass for even making me step to you?!”

Staring at him for a second he was a bit lost, was this nigga really trying him on some fake hood nigga shit?

“Hol’ up my guy, run that by me again.”

The moment Jasper tried to shove him again he knew this shit wasn’t going to end well, and so he swung.

For a while they were scrapping blow for blow. Punch for punch. But Nasir still had reach on this nigga, and height so he knew how the outcome of this shit would be.

Bout time he started to come to all he heard was sirens approaching and he wasn’t bout to fuck his career up over some nigga like Jasper!

Stomping this nigga into the ground a few more good times he leaned in on him, foot still on his head.

“Nigga you ever put your fucking hands on me again I will run you into an early grave! Better yet don’t you ever step to me again! You really wanna lose your life because you think Anita can’t open her own mouth? Trust! She gonna call me again tonight and if I ever see you again imma make sure when she does call and text me again that I fuck her ass straight back to the winning team!” Nasir said all the harshness in his tone, before he threw down one more punch into that nigga eye, knocking him unconscious, and fleeing the scene.

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