Incoming freshmen Ryan Ross and Tariq St. Patrick are headed to Stansfield to begin their college careers. It isn't easy for Ryan to keep away from Tariq, who has gotten into a drug game and other affairs. The Tejada family has invited Ryan into its...
I was finally finished with my room after putting the finishing touches on it. A neutral bohemian vibe was my goal, as well as a cozy, homey feel. With my phone in hand, I snap a picture of the room to send to my mother. I know she'll find something she doesn't like. Stepping back toward the door, I snap two really good pictures.
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When the pictures were sent my mother instantly texted me back.
"Looks hippy, and a lot going on especially at the desk."
I laughed rolling my eyes. I knew it.
"Do you like it, yes or no?"
Yeah, sort of. But pick up that bag off the ground, you know it's bad luck."
Oops. I reach over and pick up my bag and place it on my desk.
As I was about to hop into my bed to watch a movie, there was a loud knock on my door. Who the fuck could it be? When I opened the door, there was no one there. I put my head outside the door, and a loud "boo" noise made me yelp. It was Tariq's goofy ass.
I held my chest with one hand, "Damn nigga you almost gave me a heart attack" I moved out of the way, so he could come in.
"My fault Ry, you are just so easy to scare" he replied laughing, and I smack his arm.
He walks in and examines my room, "Wow, Ry this room is crazy."
"You like it?"
"Yeah, it's a cool chill vibe in here." He takes a seat at my desk.
"Thanks, Riq. So, what have you been up to today? You haven't texted me all day." As I take a seat on my bed.
"Oh shit, I've just been busy you know. With my mom firing Tameika and-
"Wait she fired Tameika? Tameika got her that terrific deal you were telling me about, why would she fire her?"
"That's the thing, she's protecting me Ry, they know it couldn't have been my mother who shot my father."
"Damn...Well, you're gonna have to get her a good attorney, fast" I rub my temple trying to figure out something.
"I'm already on it. I'm trying to hire Davis Maclean, you heard of him?"
"Who hasn't? He has gotten so many people off murder, robbery, drugs, and a whole bunch of illegal shit"
"Yeah, that nigga is expensive too," Tariq states letting out a deep breath
"How much" I questioned,
"$500,000"
"500K? Damn where the fuck you finna find all that?"
He stays silent not wanting to tell me
"Riq?" I began to think, and then it finally hit me. "You finna start selling? Really Tariq?"
"How else am I going to do this Ry? My mother is in there because of me. I have to fix this shit." I can see the seriousness on his face and I understand where he was coming from. I thought we were leaving that behind us now that we were here, but I guess not.
"Fine, let's say you start selling where are you getting your product from? We don't know anyone here."
"Well, I was thinking about hitting up Effie-"
"Hold up, the bitch who fucked you and ruined your life. Damn Riq" He couldn't be serious now. Effie is the last person I thought Tariq wanted to see.
"I just need some product, so I can pay Davis."
I scoff because I know that she was his first love and he would always have a soft spot for her. I wasn't going to let her snake her way back in and do some foul shit again. "So, you trust her now?" I questioned
"Fuck no. It's strictly business" he stated, and I don't know if he was trying to convince me or himself, but I decided to drop the situation
"So, when are you planning to pick up the product?" I asked.
"Tonight. You wanna come with?"
After a moment, I was lowkey tired of being cooped up in this room. "Ok, I'll go get my coat and keys," I said as I jumped off the bed.
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When we pull up to Effie's, she is already walking down the stairs. We meet at the gate and I see she has a large duffle hanging from her shoulder.
"Be cool, we need this product Ry," Tariq whispers to me and I hold my hand up innocently. I don't like her, but that doesn't mean I can't be civil.
"So you guys came all the way down here. You must really need this product or something. Or maybe you just wanted to see me." Effie says while playing with the strings on Tariq's jacket. I guess this was her lame attempt at flirting.
"I need the product" Tariq states coldly, and I cover my mouth to hide my smirk.
"Yeah, I deserve that. Are you okay though? I heard about your parents. Look, if you need someone to talk to, Tariq, I'm here and I'll listen to you" She was trying to get on his good side. I roll my eyes sick of hearing her talk at this point.
"He doesn't need to talk to rat bitches," I said, checking out my nails
"Who are you calling a rat? Bitch." She states trying to walk up on me.
"You cunt." As I move towards her, Tariq stands in front of me holding me back. Oh, she better be lucky.
"Ryan is right. Now, why the fuck should I trust you, huh? You ruin my whole life, Effie."
"You didn't need to move pills at Choate. That was a hobby for you. I couldn't even buy books." Damn, I didn't know she was down that bad. I understand why she did it, I just wish she would've gone about it a different way.
