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Tyrell

"What you want?" I ask this bald-headed lil girl.

The lil girl's eyes widen at my harsh tone. "C-Can I get the spicy chicken s-sandwich?"

"Damn, yall don't like our chicken combos no mo?!" I question harshly. Ever since we dropped the chicken sandwiches, that's all people order. It's upsetting me and my co-workers. "Anything else?"

"A large sprite and that's it." She responds.

"Ight, yo total is $10.50." I tell her.

She digs in her pocket and retrieves a 20. Handing it to me, I type the amount into the machine. I gather her change together along with her receipt and then I hand it to her. The lil girl moves over to the pick-up station. Next in line is Briana's bothersome ass.

"Popeyes workers stay moody as hell." She comments.

"And Chick-fil-a not open on Sundays," I clapback, "Are we done?"

"Un un, don't do us! It's only respectful for the Lord to be praised solo on his day!" Bri retorts.

"And it's only respectful to feed his people after they get done praising him." I respond.

She rolls her eyes, knowing I won the argument. "Boy shut up and clock out so we can go."

I snicker as I take out my phone. We have an app we can use to manage our working schedules. I clock out before walking around the corner. "Let's go." I said.

Bri and I leave Popeyes. We get in her bright blue Nissan Sentra. I don't have my own car yet because it's hard to pay off my college tuition, house bills, and save for a car at the same time. So I let my mom take the car to work, while Bri drops me off and picks me up from both work and school.

She pulls out of her parking spot. Then, she exits the lot and drives into the main road. I plug the aux cord into my phone. I put on "No Transportin" by Kodak. We Floridans, so we always gone ride for Kodak.

"Pockets so fat, call me Orbit, Norbert,
Ain't gotta wait to make no moves cause I be loaded,"

My pockets have nun but oxygen molecules in em. I hate being broke.

"Ain't gotta wait to make no moves cause I be loaded."

"While you out here drinking 40s, I just tote it."

"Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it's stolen."

He be confessing to all kinds of crimes in his music. As soon as he steps one foot out of jail, he going back in for these crimes right here.

Suddenly, I get a notification from FAMU, reminding me about my upcoming tuition fee. I clench my teeth. I don't receive my paycheck until next Friday and my mom needs to save up for the light bill. Shit...

Briana glances at my phone and then gives me a sympathetic look. Homegirl can't relate to my struggle at all. Her dad is a surgeon and her mom is a dentist. Money was put aside for her tuition from the jump.

"I gotchu, Rell." Bri tells me.

I look at her like she's crazy. "No the hell you don't." I know that Bri has the money to help me, but I can't accept her help. How will I repay her?

"I got this." I lied.

"Obviously you don't." She responds with an eye roll. "Imma make sure that your fee is paid and that's a promise."

I suck my teeth. There's no point in arguing with black girls. They always get their way.

γ€ŠTime Skip》


"The whole team is ass!" I exclaim after losing the Frontline match on Call of Duty.

"Aye aye, put some respeck on my name." Bri said with an offended tone.

"Bitch, you were in the final kill! You ran up from the side and got clapped!" I remind her.


That shit pissed me off. Both teams were at 49. Briana had one damn job. She saw him first and started shooting first, but her aim was straight trash. Bullets was hitting the damn car. Next thing you know, the man turned around and killed her with a headshot.

"My gun was tripping bruh!"

"You and yo gun are ass."

She huffs with frustration. "So what we gone do now?"

"Imma call up Quan so we can catch a dub." I said, "If you end up looking trash in front of yo nigga, you're a lost cause."

Bri sucks her teeth. I hop off of Call of Duty to call Quan. On the third ring, he picks up.

"Wassup jit." He greets.

"Hop on Call of Duty real quick," I tell him, "Bri and I are playin."

"She trash?" Quan asks.

"Hell yea," I respond, making Bri backhand my neck. "That's why I had to call you."

He laughs before asking for his girlfriend. "Briana."

"Yes baby?" She answers.

"I'll protect you from the shooters, ight?" Quan tells her.

Briana begins to clutch her hands together and swing them while cheesin'. "Ok." She said cheerfully.

In love. Bri is in love. I remember when I would smile so hard around a girl for no reason. I was happy. Then, my happiness was taken away from me.

Now, I have to stay occupied to keep myself from walking down memory lane.

"You on, Quan?" I ask.

"Yessir, send the invite." Quan said.

I invite Quan. He joins our team. Next, I change the map to Nuketown. Afterwards, I press play.

We spawn behind the yellow house. I run out from behind the house first. I see somebody inside the car and I shoot them, gaining a kill.

"Guard my back, Bri." Quan instructs his girl.

That's what she does. While Quan handles anybody running up, Bri shoots people running up from the sides. We make our way into the enemy's base.

I stand at the top of the staircase, shooting niggas down the second they come from behind the fence. Eventually, they stop running up for a while. They probably tired of getting smoked.

Suddenly, somebody throws a grenade up here. I jump down from the staircase immediately. Nigga thought he did sum with that one.

"No they did not just try to blow my nigga up." Quan said in disbelief, "I'm finna handle em."

When he said he was "finna handle em", Quan meant that shit. He was throwing cocktails behind the fence, flying drones into a nigga's dome, and finally finishing them off with a predator missile. We make it to the top three screen. Quan came in first, I came in second, and Bri came in third.

"All I got from this is that Bri gone ride for her nigga, but not for her homeboys." I said, not letting Bri and her pathetic 10 kills off the hook.

"As she should." Quan said and I peep the innuendo.

"Get off my phone, Saiquan."

They both laugh. After Quan hangs up, I stand up. "I gotta go home. I have an exam tomorrow morning." I tell Bri.

"Big yikes," She said, standing up with her keys in hand. "Let's go."

Bri and I leave her apartment. We walk down the stairs and then approach her car. She unlocks the doors. We get inside.

"We should get McDonalds." I said as she inserts her key into the hole.

"You got McDonalds money?" Bri asks, looking at me with an eyebrow raised.

"Bitch, you know you are far from broke. Get me some damn McDonalds!" I exclaim since bitches only hear you when you're mean.

The engine lets out a loud rumble. She mean-mugs me before looking behind the car. "You a brat forreal. I can't wait for somebody to set you straight."

"Who gone check me boo?" I ask while she pulls out of her parking spot.

"Somebody gone do it someday."

"Uh huh."

Briana exits the apartment complex. She enters the main road. Bri drives down the road and pulls up to a stoplight. The McDonalds is right ahead.

Once the light turns green, Briana drives down the street and enters the left-turn lane. When she finally sees an opening, she turns into the McDonalds plaza.

Bri enters the drive-thru and pulls up to the speaker. "Whatchu want?" She asks me.

"A quarter pounder meal." I answer.

"Oh you really tryna run my wallet huh?" Bri said before repeating my order back to the speaker.

"Small, large, or medium?" The lady questions.

"Large." She responds, knowing that it won't hurt her pockets.

"What kind of drink?"

Bri looks at me. I tell her that I want a Coca Cola, when in reality I want a sprite. McDonalds sprite be on some other shit tho. Anyways, the lady tells her the total and Bri drives up to the next window.

The window slides open, revealing this blonde white girl. She faces us, but her green eyes immediately land on me. As Bri looks through her purse, ole white girl bats her eyes at me.

Ion know whose been hyping her head up, but they need to stop. If she bats her eyes one more time, them fake lashes might just take flight.

Bri extends her hand with the money, but white girl is still looking at me. I mean-mug her back. "Yo Becky, hurry up and take the cash so I can get my damn food."

She gasps and apologizes while taking the money out of Briana's hand. Bri holds back a laugh as she tells Becky to keep the cash to excuse my rudeness. Becky hands Bri her receipt and finally Bri drives to the next window.

"You did not have to do ole girl like that." She snickers.

"Nah cuz she would've stood there all day eye-raping me if she had the chance." I respond.

Ion got time to get kicked out of college over rape allegations.

Once Briana receives the food, she hands it to me and drives off. I'm cheesin as I pull out a long fry from the bag. She glances at me with narrowed eyes.

"So no thank you?" Bri questions.

"Thank you for fulfilling your duties as my homegirl." I said with a fry in my mouth.

"Bitch-" She holds her tongue as she faces the road again.

γ€Š Time Skip》

When I got home, I took a shower and brushed my teeth. Now, I'm laid up in my bed, wearing a white tee and black gym shorts. I'm scrolling through Ig when I suddenly get a DM from Bri.

I tap the notification:

Brownskin.Bri: I found a way

Above the text is a story from her cousin Christian, better known as C.K. C.K. Adams is a popular youtuber here in Florida. Well, he has 2 million subs, so he might be known in other places too.

I raise a brow before tapping on the story.

"Sugar baby applications, open to males and females. For a month, I will spoil you with food, clothes, trips, etc. In return, I expect sex."

"He sounds like a whole thot." I said out loud.

I text back Bri:

Jacksonville_jit: What does that gotta do with me?

Brownskin.Bri: Be his sugar baby, duh!

Jacksonville_jit:

Jacksonville_jit: Hoe you must've lost yo gah damn mind

Brownskin.Bri: You trippin cuz this is a splendid deal. All you gotta do is toot that ass up and yo tuition is paid.

Jacksonville_jit: Is it crack that you smoke? Tf do I look like tooting my ass up for another man?! I'm not doing it.

Brownskin.Bri: Too late, I sent him yo @ πŸ™ƒπŸ˜ˆ

Jacksonville_jit: Bitch-
You finna get yo cousin cussed out

Brownskin.Bri: Yeen gone do that 😭

Jacksonville_jit: Bet

Briana got me fucked up forreal. Out of all the options she could've gave me, this is the one she presents to the table? She got me all the way bent. I'm not finna prostitute myself to stay in college. Let her cousin slide in my DMs and I'm going off.

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