Page 75 of Stay Dangerous

We all knew that “best friend” shit was for her benefit. That nigga was overly gone on her. He didn’t talk about her, but he didn’t talk about no other females either.

She dressed weird, with baggy jeans, chains, and striped socks and shit. With hella eyeliner with the septum ring, she wasn’t masculine, but she did give off like we liked the same shit.

That night, she had on leggings and an old flag football shirt that was probably Turk’s. And I seen why she wore baggy shit and why Turk wanted her to.

Haze was built like Buffy the Body. The complete opposite of Snow.

“She been stacked like that since middle school,” Ty-Ty whispered to me, following my gaze.

“You think she like girls foreal?” I asked, instead of bringing up Snow. Ty-Ty could hold water fasho, but I knew they were beefed out, and I couldn’t promise I wouldn’t tell Turk to get her ass when I was still thankful for her.

“I’on know,” Ty-Ty pondered, pulling on his imaginary chin hair. “Ay, Haze. You a lesbo?”

Turk sighed, while gesturing for her to answer my dumb ass cousin.

She lifted her chin. “I mean, I guess. Y-yeah, I’m a lesbian.”

“Now why when I call you a dyke it’s fucked up, but you out here telling my young bull you gay as fuck? Whatever man. Set called. They on they way to Raleigh Park.” Peanut walked out of the back with a girl holding onto the back of his shirt for dear life.

“Why they heading there?” Ty-Ty asked.

“Sean and Reem already at Wynter Ho’s house–”

“Hey!”

“Be nice, Peanut,” the little girl said, pinching his side.

“Damn, Heidi! You on my side! Come lock the door behind us, and tell ya mama Peanut said stop hitting them Zzzquils so damn hard.”

We filed out, all of us too damn tired to ask who the girl was, or why she and her mom was staying there, too.

“That’s still my sister, dick,” Autumn hissed as we descended to the first floor.

“Fine, whatever,” Peanut sighed. “Sean and Reem ran into some shit in East Kenton, and my nigga Grimey got to them and brought them toyourhouse. How she knows the First Nations? You tell me.”

“She be with my sisters and they know them,” Turk replied.

Peanut shot a look to Ty-Ty, before we all filed out. Before we got outside, I raised my hand and smacked the back of Peanut’s head hard enough to sting, but not hard enough for a friendly fade.

He just laughed, rubbing the hot spot. “I forgot, that’s yo bottom bitch. My bad, Dub.”

“I fucking hate you. And I’mnotcalling anyone that.”

Autumn flinched at Peanut before getting in the back with Turk and Ty-Ty.

“Not everyone is a fuckin’ warrior, Haze,” Peanut quipped, as we both got in and peeled off. “They not down, so they not Dub. And they not family, so they not Foe.”

“So what are they then? Oh wise one?”

“Bitches,” Ty-Ty answered, making us laugh.

It didn’t take long for us to make it to Snow’s house, and sure enough, when we walked in, the others were sitting around the living room.

“This it?” Peanut asked, taking out his phone.

Set dapped us up before plopping back down. “G and Slime got called home to watch they sister. They said next time they killing it. Marshawn and Oliver got knocked in the Pueblos. I thought you seen that shit; it’s all over the internet.”

“Damn. Why the fuck they was even over there?” Peanut asked.