Chapter Four

I rode her back home on the bike before her dad made it home. I smirked as I looked at her and she turned to me.

"So......." She dragged out. I giggled and smiled back at her cuteness.

"So......... What you doing this weekend?"

"Me?" She pointed to herself not believing I was asking her out. At this point I didn't care if she was rich, and I especially didn't care about her father hating my guts because he can take a number and get in line.

"Yeah you. The pretty lady with the high heels on." I winked at her and smirked.

As she blushed, she dragged her foot a little not resisting my charms. A lot of girls would play hard to get when all I am asking for is for a chance to show them I can be a man they need. I can show them that they can be themselves around me. She looked back up and shrugged.

"Nothing really."

"Get ready this Saturday. I'm taking you to a party. You. Me. Starting at 10:30 pm.

"I'll be here." I smirked at her response and made my engine roar as she stepped back and I rode off.

When I got home to the swats of L.A., I parked my motorcycle in my storage that the apartment building offers for bikes and motorcycles. There were crazy people living in the streets of L.A. Always stealing, robbing, thieving, mugging, etc.

You name it we got it. To tell you, Gary sounded a lot safer than here in L.A. As I was walking up to the 7th floor of the apartment building I lived in, I passed by a few friends from a gang I'm in called the Crips. They kept calling me but I told them I had a long day and made it to the fifth floor.

Stupid elevator. It's been broken for a whole year and the landlord doesn't even give a shit.

As I entered into the fifth floor my annoying friend and neighbor Rusty followed me.

"Mikey! Mike! Yo! What's up my brother?!" He said following after me. He thinks his ass is slick.

"Yo Rusty. What's going on?" I asked annoyingly.

"Not much. Hey listen bro. Can you help a nigga out?"

"What the fuck you want man?" *I stopped in front of the stairs and turned to him.

"When the hell are you gonna give me back my money?" Rusty asked. I borrowed $500 from him so I could head to Gary and see my family. That was five months ago and he bothers me every week for it.

"I'll give you the money once I get it. Okay?! I'm still working on it Rusty."

"Fine then. Dame bro. You didn't need to talk to me like that. That hurt." He pouted and I sucked my teeth.

"You're so fucking dramatic man. You know I got a suckish job as a fucking butler to a fucking asshole who doesn't give a shit about anybody else but his fucking self." I stomped up the stairs with Rusty following me.

"And I would've thought that your ass would be rolling in cash and making it rain in the strip club."

"If my ass was making cash you would've had your fucking money and I would've been out of this fucking neighborhood."

"Ah! But your ass don't wanna leave because you like little Ms. Isabel. Is she sexier in real life by the way?"

"None of your dame business man." I made it to the sixth floor and Rusty continued to come up with me to chill at my apartment.

"Hey check it out. My weed guy gave me this new shit to try out. It's called mind rape."

"Mind rape?" I cracked up laughing at the name. The shit these dealers come up with.

"Yeah it's very mellow."

"Doesn't sound mellow." I snickered walking up the next flight of stairs to my apartment.

"I know. My guy had three different other ones."

"Oh yeah? Tell me about it." Once we made it to my floor, I unlocked my apartment and we entered to the messy living room. I entered into the kitchen and brought out two beers.

"Well my weed guy only had two other batches. One is called Gorilla panic. Uh...... They're comingg they're coming........ And something else like This is Fucking permanent." I laughed at the different names that Rusty told me about. I sat down and shut the windows and blasted thw t.v. He started to roll the Mind Rape weed and he lit it up.

Yup. This was my life. We both got high and drank while watching Scooby Doo.