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Date Posted: 08:21:17 07/13/02 Sat
In reply to:
Erica
's message, "This story is sizzling like a Fiyah! Cracker!!!" on 05:00:27 07/13/02 Sat
Title: Down Ass Chick
Author: ChocolateDelight
Rating: R but will change to NC-17 for one chapter
Author's Notes: Thanx for the reviews and i'm glad everybody is likin the story. So review this chapter and go read my other story Dilemma cuz it's hot. And if y'all get me alot of reviews i might(might being the operative word) put the sequel to My Dip on here but hey that can't happen if y'all don't do the damn thang. Here's chapter 5.
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Chapter 5
The most wonderful moment in La’ Keisha’s life was ruined when her father pulled Omari out the Hummer. La’ Keisha nervously hopped out to see Marissa on the sidewalk trying to hold Fizz back from running over and hitting Christian. “Druex just give it up!” Marissa yelled. “Violence ain’t gon solve anything.”
“You should’ve told his ass that before he punched me. I ain’t goin out like no damn punk!”
La’ Keisha turned her attention back to her father just in time to see Omari getting jawed by Christian. Now if this was any other muthafucka, Omari would’ve hit him back. But this was La’ Keisha’s father and he didn’t want La’ Keisha to hate him so he stepped off.
“La’ Keisha and Marissa go in now!” Christian yelled.
“I ain’t goin nowhere.” La’ Keisha knew that her father was frustrated with her stubbornness but she ain’t give a shit. She pushed past him and walked to Omari. “You aight?”
Okay it was a stupid ass question but what else could La’ Keisha say? She was still in shock about how her father was overreacting.
Omari nodded his head. “I should go now.”
“Come near my family again y’all gon regret it. La’Keisha come on now!”
La’ Keisha shot Omari a look as if to say “I’m sorry” as she walked into her house behind Marissa and her father. When they were finally inside La’ Keisha let him have it.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“Girl who the fuck you think you talking to? I told you both to stay away from them lowlifes. They don’t care about nothing except themselves.”
“You don’t even know them Uncle Chistian,” Marissa argued.
“Oh and you do? Y’all might think y’all grown but you ain’t. And as long as you two live under my roof y’all will obey by my rules.
Okay. That’s reasonable. They can respect that. He was the grown person in the house. “Fine. Until you can accept our friendships with O and Fizz, we’re moving in with Aunt Natalie”
La’ Keisha and Marissa walked to their separate rooms and started throwing clothes in suitcases. After they finished packing, they hopped in Marissa’s Camarro and pulled out that goddamn house.
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Omari jumped off of his couch when he heard somebody knock in the door. He and Fizz didn’t go to the hospital to be checked after Christian punched him, because hospitals be all in yo fuckin business and shit and they ain’t really want no drama. He knew he had to lay low for a while so Christian could cool down a bit. Hell who am I kidding! Omari knew Christian was pissed off and he probably had La’ Keisha locked in her room. So you can understand Omari’s surprise when he opened his door and saw La’ Keisha standing on the other side with a suitcase.
“Yo what you doin here?” Omari asked.
“Me and Rissa had to leave that house and I had her drop me off here.”
“Why?”
“I ain’t want Aunt Natalie asking me all these damn questions and her yelling at me to call before I drop by. So can I just crash here tonight?”
Omari nodded. “Jarell ain’t spending the night so you can sleep in the guest room.”
La’ Keisha nodded before she started for the room. “La’ Keisha,” Omari said as she began to open the door. She turned around and Omari felt himself running towards her and kissing her while he grabbed her ass. La’ Keisha pulled away and smiled before asking, “Am I yo dyme or what?”
“If you want to. But as far as I’m concerned you were my girl since the beginning.”
La’ Keisha smiled again. “Well if that’s the case, I guess I can give you a try.”
“A try”? Shit! If that was me, Omari and me would’ve been….. Oops that’s another fucking story.
Omari laughed. “Aiight girl. Well you betta go to bed before you get something you can’t handle.”
“Boy I might be little but I will break ya down,” La’ Keisha said before walking into the guest room. After Omari heard her fall onto the bed, he fell asleep on the couch.
*~*
The next morning, La’ Keisha woke up to hear Fizz, Omari, and Jerome talking in the living room. And by the sounds of it, the shit was serious.
“I say we go bust that nigga Mario. He know the deal. He know the west side is our muthafuckin territory, now he tryna take over? Hell to tha fuckin naw. I ain’t goin out like that.”
“Okay well drive by there and see what’ll happen. But don’t be dumb. Still carry y’all glocks just in case nigga is stupid.”
When La’ Keisha heard the word “glocks” she got a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach but she just shook it off as she dressed in a blue jean skirt that tied at the sides, a blue tank top, and a matching blue jean jacket. She called Marissa and told her to be at Omari’s in 10 minutes and walked out the room.
“What up Keisha?”
Jerome, Fizz, and Omari were now sitting in the kitchen eating cereals like nothing was wrong. Like they didn’t just make a plan to go see some fool with guns on they waists. They were unusually calm and La’ Keisha’s bad feeling just worsened.
“Where you goin?” Fizz asked as he noticed the suitcase by the door.
“Aunt Natalie’s. Marissa about to pick me. Thanx for letting me stay O.”
“No problem girl.”
“I’ll see y’all later.” La’ Keisha walked out the apartment and down to Western. While she was waiting for Marissa, a chromed out Bentley pulled up and La’ Keisha knew what that meant. Mario Thornton. The same Mario that Fizz was talking about earlier.
“How you doin shawty. Want a ride instead of waiting for the bus?”
“That’s aiight,” La’ Keisha replied trying to let Mario know subtly that she wasn’t interested.
But he wasn’t that damn smart.
“Come on girl. I don’t bite,” he said as he smiled and showed her his platinum grill.
“Yo she said no so it’s no.”
La’ Keisha turned around to see Omari standing behind her looking like he was bout to blow. Damn it’s about to be on now.
“Wot up O? How’s the business going?”
“Good but it could be better if niggas knew their fuckin boundaries naw mean?”
Mario laughed. “I feel ya. Well if your dynasty come to an end, holla at me and I’ll think about makin you a runner.” He looked at La’ Keisha and blew her a kiss before driving off.
“What was that about?” Omari asked.
“Nothin he just pulled up asked me if I wanted a ride. I was like no and that’s when you came up.”
“Aiight. I gots that nigga. Let me drive ya.”
“Unt huh because there go Marissa across the street. Anyway I am a big girl so I’m cool. I’ll call you later." La’ Keisha kissed Omari on the cheek reassuringly before running across the street and hopping in Marissa’s car.
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ChocolateDelight
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