A/N: Yall I hate rereading my own books and I sometimes forget stuff. Do yall remember if I gave Boyd a last name? LMAO. Somebody tell me please. I don't wanna go back and read 😂 This is unedited. Enjoy.

Cato Willis

I sat in my car waiting for this nigga to get home. I had been waiting a good ass hour but I knew he would be home soon so I wasn't sweatin' the shit.

Just as I thought, after about five minutes a familiar car pulled in the driveway. I watched him park and get out. I got out too and relaxed on the hood of my car. "Ayooo BJ!" I shouted to him.

He stopped and turned around. He started squinting trynna make out who I was. It was like nine at night so he prolly couldn't see me that good from across the street.

When he saw who I was, he sucked his teeth. "Fuck you want?" he walked across the street to where I was.

"We got a problem bruh bruh" I said to him.

"We always got problems. Ain't shit new about that" he shrugged.

"You right but it's a difference now. Before, shit wasn't fuckin' wit' my money or my well bein'. Now it is."

He chuckled. "Ion know what the fuck you talkin' 'bout nor do I care."

"Quit the bullshit nigga you know what the fuck i'm talkin' 'bout. You and ya boys robbed me and Rico" I just came out and said it. I ain't have the patience for the nigga playin' dumb.

He looked unfazed though. "So what'chu came here to kill me?"

"If I was gone kill you now, why would I do that shit out in the open?"

"Cause you dumb and reckless as fuck. I wouldn't be surprised."

See why I always wanted to beat his ass? "I think I changed my mind. You better off dead."

He looked unbothered by what I had said. Thats another thing that annoyed me about his ass. It took alot to get a reaction outta him. "If you ain't come here to fight me or off me, what'chu came here for?" he asked.

"Ion want more blood on my hands than necessary and I ain't in the mood to fight'chu so I came to talk before I decide if I wanna off yo ass or not. Might not be worth it."

"All you need to know is yo mans set you up. Me and niggas was told to show up and do what we had to. Thats what we did."

"By who? Sonnie?" I was getting mad.

"Yeah. Think i'm lying?" he pulled out his phone and started doing some shit before he handed it to me. I looked at the screen and it was a bunch of messages him and Sonnie was sendin' back and forth about it. I gave him back his phone.

Shit had me angry as fuck. He really set this shit up for what? Wasn't a reason at all that I could think of besides him just bein' a snake ass nigga trynna get more money. "How much he paid you for the shit?"

BJ started grinnin'. "Don't worry 'bout it. Just know, I can help you out if you help me out. We both hate the nigga. The enemy of yo enemy is yo friend."

"What you want out of it? I just want my money, my fam safe, and this nigga dead" I said to him after I let out a small laugh. This man really though I was gone work wit' him on some friendly shit?

"He want Athena. I want her safe & I want him dead."

I couldn't even stop the laugh that came out when he said that shit. "I want Athena too. You want me dead?"

"I couldn't give a fuck about yo ass honestly. She'on want you. You ain't a threat."

"Why you worried 'bout Sonnell then?"

"You know why I am" she shook his head.

I nodded my head. I wasnt gone argue with it 'cause I knew if it came down to it, Sonnell and his daddy would definitely have niggas kidnap her or some irrational ass shit. "How I know you can be trusted? You could still be in cahoots with his weak ass."

"I ain't but aye, I can't be out here all night. I'm goin' inside. I got shit to do. Hit me up if you with it. If you ain't got my number, somebody do." He walked away, going into his house.

I kissed my teeth and got in my car.

Hate that nigga.

Athena Kelly

"A car!" my dad shouted at the television. I sat next to him catching up on homework. He was watching Family Feud and yelling answers at the tv as usual.

"You think i'd be a good lawyer?" I asked randomly. I was constantly trying to think of a career path these days. I had to figure something out sooner or later.

My dad looked over at me. "You're too quiet."

I frowned. "I speak when I have to."

"You don't Nena. If you did, those kids at school wouldn't be yappin' at you all the time" he chuckled.

I looked down at my notebook where I was writing. Maybe he was right. "Okay what profession do you think i'd be good in?"

"You should be a teacher. You're really smart. You already tutor people, basically a teacher already" he answered.

"If I do become a teacher, I won't be an annoying one like the ones I have at school" I mumbled bitterly. I had the worst set of teachers anyone could imagine. Instead of making class comfortable and pleasant for me, they always aided and helped the bullying that I received on the daily. I don't know if they knew that they did it, but they did do it and it was annoying.

My dad laughed. "I would hope you wouldn't be."

I smiled small and let him continue his show. My phone buzzed beside me and I picked it up.

Lame-O🙃💓:
You still mad at me?

I ignored Boyd's text and continued my homework.  After a few minutes, my phone started buzzing back to back. Growing annoyed with the sound, I picked it up to see what was going on.

Lame-O🙃💓:
I know damn well u read my shit.

Lame-O🙃💓:
Just for that, im bout to blow yo shit up.

After that was a bunch of texts containing gibberish, all 26 letters of the alphabet(in separate bubbles), and emojis.

Me:
I'm going to block you. Stop it.

Lame-O🙃💓:
I would say fuck it and keep going but I cant afford for u to block my ass.

That made me laugh for some reason.

Me:
I'll talk to you tomorrow. Stop texting me. Or I will block you.

Lame-O🙃💓:
"StOp tExTinG mE oR i wiLL BLoCk yOu"

I was literally rolling on the floor laughing.

Me:
LMBO, i'm gonna block you for real now. Stop it.

Lame-O🙃💓:
BYE ✌🏽, watch me text yo ass right at 12am.

"Whats so funny over there?" my dad asked.

I shook my head. "Nothing."