Page 15 of Stay Dangerous

Her school was listed as that school we pulled up on when we saw Ty-Ty, but she wasn’t my type.

Looking over her top five friends, my eyes paused on the second girl.

“Damn,” I whispered, clicking on her profile. Nurse Monica started moaning and going harder, and I rolled my eyes at her extra ass.

Snowflakes rained down on her page as a Nivea song began to play. Ice Princess was her name, but she was smiling in every picture.

Or trying to.

It wasn’t genuine. Not in any of the pictures she had on her page. It was hollow as fuck, worse than when Ma tried.

Other than that, she was beautiful. Freckles covered her face, and her orange hair was long and in a variety of styles, from zigzag cornrows to crinkly braids to pressed out.

I requested to add her. It was a couple guys in her top five, but I wasn’t tripping. Most girls made their page all about whatever bullshit relationship they were in, so I knew Lil’ Miss Ice Princess wasn’t stunting no niggas.

I expanded her friends list and paused when I saw Set on it. He was listed as her seventh top friend, right after his friend Turkey.

“Interesting,” I whispered, adding Turkey, too. Tired of the song playing, I exited out, and busted in her mouth.

“Good lookin’,” I said, standing up to tuck myself in.

“Wait,” she said, but I was already out of there. Maybe Peanut was onto something. At least with her ass.

I knew I needed my hair braided when it was windy outside but my scalp couldn’t feel it.

My plaits were fuzzy, pulled out of my face into a half ponytail. I cut my eyes to my brother as we walked down the alley toward the trap.

“Why you never get braids?” I asked, looking at his wind whipped hair.

He smirked, keeping his eyes on the swivel. “Nan’s arthritis don’t fuck with it. I don’t want no random bitches playing in my head like you. Fuck around and put a root on me.”

“Sound just like her ass, too,” I chuckled.

“Nan be speaking that real shit. I’m knowing Kisha done did some shit to you.”

I smiled, thinking about my new bitch. Kisha from Tower One. She had to have been the baddest bitch in the Birch; twenty-one, slim thick, long, natural hair that she kept done, since she did it herself. That’s how I met her; her braiding me up when I was fresh out.

I didn’t even think her fine ass would give me play, but she did. And unlike Nurse Monica, I couldn’t hold in my nut with her.

“Kisha fine ass ain’t on that. Besides, that’s my main bitch, but she never gon’ be the only. You know that.”

“But do she know that?” he chuckled. “Shit, here go another one of ya fans there.”

I looked and saw Tiny standing from the front stairs of the trap. Fredo nodded to her before going inside.

I stopped in front of her, holding in my smirk when she licked her lips.

This bitch is overly going.

At first, I was gonna take her down as a fuck you to Set. It took a while for my black eye to fade, and every time I looked in the mirror I wanted to make him feel it.

But he proved to be more solid than the sucker punch suggested. So I decided to spare him seeing his adopted mama be thirsty over me.

“Set’s unavailable this weekend, so you riding with me.”

“Fasho,” I muttered, walking past her into the house.

Even that early, the fiends were sprawled out in the front room, getting high off some shit they bought. I stepped over a few and banged my fist on the kitchen door.