Page 88 of Stay Dangerous

Auty watched her waddle into the back, fire in her eyes. Whoever–probably Turkey–did it, really did it, for her to still be mad.

Auty took a detour to her room, then stomped her way to the kitchen without her backpack.

“Are you busy tonight?” she huffed, folding her arms so hard I knew she hurt herself.

I glanced at the bowl of dip in my hands before meeting her gaze again.

“Are you still mad at me? I’m sorry, Wyn. I didn’t want–”

“You didn’t want Turkey to think his precious best friend was popping that pussy open, so you threw me under the bus instead.”

I never confronted Auty; it wasn’t a need to. She thought having him pick her up from around the corner would stave any questioning, because Auty refuses to believe that the niggas she hangs around are coldblooded and calculated. Never mind she’d been in the field with them.

On top of everything else, our entire school knew where I was that day and why. Whether it was from Turkey and Auty arguing about it in front of everyone, or Porscha putting two and two together, I didn’t know. And up until then, Auty hadn’t even apologized for leaving me in the first place.

At least she had the decency to wince at my words. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s fine.”

“I thought we could–”

“I’m good on being your second choice tonight. Have fun being alone in your room.” I winked at her as I made my way to my room, locking the door behind me.

Five hours into my winter break, the spinach dip was gone, and I was bored as the fuck.

Some hood movie Dad liked played in the background as I lay upside down, scrolling on MyRoom, when a message was posted on my wall.

Chyna Doll. We’d been friends for a few years, but I couldn’t place her, especially since she looked older. Still I clicked the message, and grinned.

Kickback in the Birch. I took a screenshot of the message, went to explore her page, and when I saw that beanpole nigga who was collecting dust in my requests, it clicked.

She was related to Kilo.

But all that meant was, Rico woulddefinitelybe at the kickback.

I slid onto the floor so I could stand upright, and padded out of my room.

Marvin Gaye was blasting from my parents’ room, threatening to make me hurl up my dip.

I felt better once I got outside Auty’s room, and the music changed to obscure alternative music.

Not bothering to knock, I burst in, grinning at Auty laying upside down on her bed, just like I had been.

“Get dressed. We’re going out.”

I walked to her stereo to turn it off as she sat upright. She tried to fold her arms, but she didn’t fool me.

It didn’t matter how alt and anti she tried to be. She was still a teen girl. And teen girls just wanna have fun.

“I thought you were busy,” she spat.

“Well, I’m not anymore. I got invited to this kickback, and I know you don’t wanna be here, listening to our parents fuck all night. It’s a kickback in the Birch–”

“TheBirch?! Nuh-uh. No, Wyn.”

I rolled my eyes, groaning as loud as I could. “And why not? ‘Cause of Turkey?”

“Yes! He’s serious about me not going.”