My Ghetto Love Story

My Ghetto Love Story
Chapter 4: To Die For

Trey you’ve been there for me since day one, and now it’s my turn to be there for you.

I was track star on campus security, they couldn’t touch me. I was running so fast that I didn’t notice that there were other students running with me trying to see what was up. Naw for real there were literally kids running behind my ass AND campus security trying to see what was about to pop off.

When I finally made it to Trey, he was a bloody mess, I mean FUCKED up, yet he was still tryna fight. He was swingin’ and everything but you could tell he was burnt out. He was through. “SHIT TREY!!” I yelled while running into the mist of the fight. I can’t honestly tell you what happened next because I saw red, I blacked the hell out. But what I do know is when I woke back up, there were two dudes fightin’ wit me and Trey.

“Ay break this up, STOP, STOP!!” was all I heard when some big ass niggah was pullin me off tha dude I was fightin. “AY NIGGAH LET ME THE FUCK GO, LET ME GO!!!” I was screamin’ my ass off at this point I mean I was f-in P.O’d. The next thing I know my ass is being slamed into the ground and fucking handcuffed. This that bullshit for real!

The good news: they didn’t take my black ass to juvie,
The bad news: they called my crazy ass mama, suspended me, pending expulsion, and I was fucked up. It was just great.

“Ty’Dreka and Trey McDaniels,” said Mr. Simmons, here he go again, “both of you just got here and yet you are already suspended, but better yet you might get expelled. What do you have to say for yourselves?”

“Dude it wasn’t even our fault doe dem bitch ass niggahs started wit us first, ya feel me, I was just defendin myself, and she fam, we look out fo eachotha. Look at dem cameras if you don’t believe me,” said Trey who was surprisingly calm.

“That may be, but you are never, in any type of situation, supposed to use physical violence against anther student. If someone hits you then you are supposed to go and get an adult and let them handle it.” Well, ain’t that some grade A bullshit, and he know it too.

“Naw fuck dat dude, if somebody put dey hands on you, you supposed to hit dey ass back, and dats a fact,” stated/yelled random dude #1.

“Man what you said, you don’t let nobody put dey hands on you. Dat shit just ain’t proper,” said random dude #2. Hold on dat ain’t no random dude.

“Yes, well if you continue to think like that you will never get any where in life. You will just end up like all those other dead beats, strung out, dead, or in jail,” preached Mr. Simmons. “Now, I have to go attend to something you WILL be locked in this room, so don’t try to run.”

“Uh-hu.”
“Whateva.”
“Okay.”
“Bye.”

As soon as he left out the room I had to ask a very serous question to one person in the room.

“Cash, what are you doin’ here?” I asked confused.

“Ty, what the fuck, I was helping yo ass and yo brutha fight. What you mean what am I doin’ here, shit I practicly live here, ya feel me.” He said, slick offended.

“Damn did I offend?”

Up until now Trey had been retativley silent, but when he saw me talking to Cash he started to get…hell I don’t know but he was being nosey as hell.

“Ty-D how you know them?”

“Well, Cash in my Spanish class, and I don’t know who otha dude is.”

“Oh, aiite,” said Trey, “ay, thanks fo helping us out back dere.”

“Ain’t no problem we don’t even like dem dudes man, dey jus some bitches, and my name ain’t dude it’s Marques.”

“Ay my bad, but you ain’t gotta get smart,” I said starting to get mad all over again.

He didn’t say anything back, he just smiled at me. Ugly bustard. Well, that isn’t exactly true, because he wasn’t ugly by any means. He was tall like 6’5 or 6’6, he had fade, moca skined and had a little facial hair. From where I was sitting I could make out a earing in his right ear, I also could just barley make out the inking of a tatoo, he had pretty dark brown eyes, and a smile that was to die for. So, naw he wasn’t ugly, just an ass.

“Well, thank you Marques fo yo help, who was dem niggahs anyway Trey, and why they jump you,” I said trying to divert the attention off of me.

“Well it started 1st block when dis dude named Trevor came up to me and was like, ‘who you run fo’, and I was dude get out my face wit dat shit I jus got hea,” Trey explained, “ and then otha dude was like ‘you been disrespectful and dat ain’t proper aiite now apologize’ then I was like fuck you and yo muthafuckin apology, den I walked away.”

By the time the story had ended Cash and Marques were on the floor laughing. Personally, I couldn’t see what was so funny. “What the hell is so funny,” I yelled, I mean come on my brother just got his assed beat and they laughing and shit.

“What’s funny is the fact that yo brotha got smart wit one of the top dogs of the school,” said Cash.

“But not only that but got dat bitch niggah so mad dat he jumped ‘em,” said sexy/smartass Marques.

“I still don’t get why that shit is funny!”

“Cuz ma we don’t like dat niggah and we be telling err body dat he a bitch n shit, and dis stunt he jus pulled proved our point,” explaind Marques. I just looked at his ass. That shit still ain’t funny my brother could have died and dese niggahs ova here laughing.

“Tha shit still ain’t funny,” I was pissed off now, “dat bitch ass niggah just jumped my brother and yall puck ass niggahs laughin about tha whole damn situation, yall need to…”

I didn’t get a chance to finish my rant because in came Mr. Simmons along with my crazy ass mama. SHIT!!

“Here they are Ms. McDaniels, please take them home.”

“Oh I will, what tha hell are yall doin fightin anyway. I swear I told yall asses NOT to get into trouble. Get yall ass up and go to tha car,” yelled my mama. We didn’t say anything, we just got up and left. But before I could get out the door I heard Marques say, “Ay imma see yo crazy self lata sexy Ty,” and right after that comment he gave me that sexy ass smile of his. Yea defiantly to die for.