Hooked On His Thuggish Ways, page 6
“Welcome to physics, Ms. Kaizlyn, is it?” she announced my name loudly after going over my schedule which caused the whole class to look up at me. Even him.
“Go have a seat right over there,” she pointed to the desk that was right beside ole dudes.
For a moment, I stood there. I didn’t even want to go sit by him. As I walked down the aisle, I gripped the straps to my backpack and made my way to my seat.
The guy eyed me the whole time. The moment I sat down, he leaned over and whispered, “So Kaizlyn, is it?” He winked before the teacher cleared her throat.
“Mr. Sims, please leave her alone. Pay attention to this assignment so that you can at least pass my class,” she added, which caused the whole class to burst into laughter.
I even snickered a little bit. However, he didn’t find it funny though. The very moment she turned her back to write something on the dry erase board, he mumbled to himself and called her a bitch.
Thankfully, Sims didn’t say anything for the remainder of the class. The moment the bell rung, he was the first one out of the class. I, on the other hand, took my time putting my stuff up. One of the reasons why, was because I wanted to make sure he was far ahead of me. I didn’t want to run into him.
Now packed, I stood to my feet and headed towards the door. Before leaving out of my class, I told my teacher goodbye then left out of the classroom. Fright took over my body as I was slung up against the lockers.
“What the fuck,” I hollered out.
“So Kaizlyn, how long are you going to play hard to get?” Sims questioned as he stared down at my breast.
I was currently pint up against the red lockers, with his brown eyes now connected with mine and the scent of weed and his boyish cologne climbed up my nose and caused my heart to beat even faster.
“Can you please move. I don’t know you like that.” I wiggled from left to right as I tried to get away from him. He was all up in my damn personal bubble and was getting closer and closer. Almost pelvis to pelvis.
“You new, so of course you don’t know but I always get what I want. There’s no point in fighting,” he boastfully stated as a wicked smirk appeared on his round face. The words that left his lips caused a bad taste in my mouth. The vibes that I got from his words weren’t good ones.
“Can you move so I can go to class?” I shrugged hard as fuck, but he wasn’t bothered. He still had both hands positioned on each side of me as he looked at me as if I was a bite to eat.
“Sims, move and let that girl go to class.” The girl that stayed next door to me walked up, now wearing the biggest smile on her face.
Her and her dude were now walking up hand in hand as if they weren’t just getting into it early this morning.
“Tell ya bitch to mind her business Whoodie.” Sims looked over his shoulders and mugged them.
“Man, let that girl go to class,” Whoodie chimed in, giving Sims a look, and he reluctantly moved his right arm to his side and let me go, but not before he whispered something in my ear.
“I’m going to get you beautiful.” He licked my earlobe and I pushed him out the way and sped down the hallway.
The way that he chose to invade my personal space and not even care about how I felt had me on alert, and I wanted to stay far the fuck away from him. Just being around him brought back memories of Ted and how he had tried to come on to me. I didn’t like that shit.
“Hey…stop. Stop,” a female’s voice yelled from behind me, pulling me out of my thoughts.
Stopping, I turned around quick to see who it was and what did they want with me.
“I’m sorry about that back there. I swear Sims doesn’t really mean any harm. He just comes off strong, that’s all,” she apologized for him and tried to take up for him. “And I’m Keisha by the way. What’s your name?”
“I’m Kaizlyn, and he needs to back the fuck back. He is not my type,” I let her know as I continued to walk down the hall.
“Eventually, he’ll get the picture.” She chuckled then paused. “So, about what you saw...” Her words lingered in the air.
“What about it?” I stopped and looked at her.
Did she not know that wasn’t my business? What her and her man had going on was their problems not mine.
“Please don’t say nothing,” she begged as her eyes sat lowly and she fiddled with her hair nervously.
“Say something to who?” I scrunched my face up in confusion. Like who could I run and tell? I was new here and I didn’t know a soul. It puzzled me on who I could possibly tell.
“I don’t know. I just wanted to—”
“If that’s what you want then ok, that’s on you. Just be careful. I lost my mom to a nigga just like him.” I wore a blank expression as I told it to her straight.
“You deserve better,” I continued.
I then walked off and left her standing there. I hoped my words got to her because I wouldn’t wish that type of love on anyone. That toxic love was dangerous. It came with a price of no peace and a lack of self-love.
When I turned and looked over my shoulder, she was still standing there, I guess stunned by my choice of words but it was the truth and the truth hurt. I didn’t condone or like men like Ted and Whoodie. The shit that they did was weak nigga shit and I hoped that Keisha woke up, because I could tell that her nigga didn’t have nothing to offer her but bullshit and heartache.
Happy, I was so ecstatic that school was finally over. I swear I couldn’t wait to get home and lay down. I felt like I had been working a whole 9-5.
While I stood outside, waiting for my grandma to pull up, I saw Keisha’s boyfriend. He hopped into the car with another chick that wasn’t Keisha. I couldn’t really make out her face because of the tint on the windows. But I knew he was on some scandalous shit.
However, it wasn’t my business so I wasn’t going to get involved.
When he noticed me, he winked at me before they drove off together.
Pulling up slowly to this old, run down house, I grabbed my clip from underneath my seat and place it in my lap. It was now time for me and Ace to make it do what it do. We had got word on where them niggas trapped at and we were about to go in there and kick the door in. I could tell just from having one of my lil’ workers scope out the area, and letting me know their weak spots, that they had to be rookies because there was no way in hell that I wouldn’t have men on the front and back side of my trap house.
I was always ten steps ahead of that type of shit because wasn’t no nigga about to catch me slipping. On God.
“You ready my nigga?” I looked at Ace who gave me this evil ass smirk.
“I been ready.” He placed his gun to his lips and kissed it.
This crazy ass nigga. I chuckled. Me and Ace had been two peas in a fucking pod since I moved with my grandma. He was the bad lil’ nigga that used to ride down the block, knocking everybody trash cans over, that was until my grandma caught his ass and made him clean the shit up.
He was mad as fuck but because I was bored, I decided to go out and help his dumb ass. After my grandma fed him, he started coming back every day. We later found out that his mother had died giving birth to him and his dad had turned into a drug head and didn’t care what he did.
As we got older, we both lived a hard life, barely having shit and wasn’t able to keep up with the other kids when it came to shoes and clothes. So, we got that shit out the mud. The streets sucked us in and life caused us to become savages. We worked hard as fuck for what we had and we would never let someone come and easily sell on our territory or take shit from us. Period.
Stepping out the car, we checked the scene out, laid low and ran to the front door. With full force, I kicked the door down with my black Timbs, and entered the room with guns blazing, shooting the first person I saw reach for their gun.
All them lil’ niggas up in that bitch were looking like they were ready to piss on themselves. I could tell they weren’t about this life and should have had they asses in school somewhere instead of out trying to live a life that they weren’t ready for.
“So, which one of you niggas think it’s ok to sell on my fucking turf?” I roared, and none of them said shit.
“Oh, so you can’t talk?” I grimaced as I looked around at the four boys.
POW!
I randomly shot one of them in the arm and they all began to talk.
“Whoodie made us,” the nigga that I knew would snitch first because he looked to be no more than sixteen uttered.
All the rest of the niggas were older so I knew it would have to take more for them to talk.
“Who?” my top lip curled up, my eyes were now squinted, and my brows furrowed together. I just knew they didn’t say who the fuck I think they said.
“Wait, repeat that shit.” I scratched the side of my head with the tip of my gun.
“Whoodie man,” the light skin nigga repeated as he dropped his head in defeat and shame
“Bet.”
“Oh yeah, and cough up all the money in this bitch.” Ace stepped forward and pointed his gun.
“Hell nah,” one of them blurted.
Laughing, I guess he was the one who had the heart. I guess he was the one who felt like he couldn’t go out like a fucking chump.
“Oh, so I bet you was the lil’ nigga selling on my fucking block.” I looked him up and down. He had a mug on his face and his jaw was tense. I knew he didn’t like being in this type of situation. I bet it made his ass feel weak, but it wasn’t shit that he could do about it. He couldn’t whoop my ass.
Walking up on him, my chest bumped his as it heaved up and down. I snarled at him and placed the gun to his head. “So, what the fuck you say?”
“I said nah. Fuck no, nigga. Kill me,” he spat as he looked me dead in the eyes.
He had heart, but that shit didn’t matter to me. I didn’t give a fuck about that type of shit. Heart didn’t matter in the streets. Having a heart didn’t mean that a mothafucka wouldn’t fuck with you.
Pow!
I shot him in the head and watched his body drop to the ground. The blood that splattered from his membrane had splattered all over my face. I reached in my back pocket and grabbed the towel that I carried around and wiped my face clean.
Now turning to the rest of the other niggas, I pointed my gun at the next nigga who would become my victim if they didn’t cough up the fucking money that I had asked for.
Shit, none of this would have happened if they would have stayed on their side of fucking town. I mean, did that young cat think because he was fuckin’ with my sister that he could do the shit or was he purposely stepping on my toes? I was puzzled and would get to the bottom of it.
“Who the fuck is next, or is one of you niggas going to cough up the money that I asked for?” I scanned my gun from each one of them as I waited for one of them to break.
They were now all shaking like some fucking strippers, looking from side to side at each other with panic.
“Man, fuck this. I got a lil’ girl to go home to,” a fat ass nigga spoke up and scrambled to get the money from the back.
Snatching it out of his hand, I unzipped the black backpack and looked inside. Satisfied with the amount of money that was in there, I looked back at Ace and nodded.
I then walked out of the trap leaving Ace in there to handle the rest of the work. There was no way that I was going to let any of them niggas make it. Yeah, it was fucked up, but that was a part of the streets. Loose lips sink ships and I would never leave any witnesses to snitch on me. Shit, if they told on their homie then I knew it would be nothing for them to tell on me. Fuck that.
“What the fuck,” I expressed.
My ass was knocked out. After handling that shit with Ace, me and him counted the money that we had got from them niggas and after that, my ass ended up taking a bottle to the head.
Rubbing the side of my temples, my head was currently throbbing but my ringing phone would not let me fucking rest.
Picking that bitch up after hitting ignore a couple of times, I answered it.
“Hello,” I said in a sleepy tone.
“Come outside Jaxsyn,” Londyn cooed into the phone before she hung up in my face.
This bitch. I exhaled as I ran my hands down my face. Shaking my head, I got up and slipped my feet into my Nike slides. I also grabbed my red Nike hoodie out of the chair that was in the corner of my room and went outside to see what she wanted.
I knew it had to be like three in the morning, so she better had been talking about sucking some dick or something, because if she was about to start all that bullshit arguing then she was going to get the business.
“What’s good Londyn?” I asked her once I got outside to her car.
“I just want to come in and talk Jax.” She looked up at me with a pouty face.
At first I was going to tell her hell nah, but the way her lips were looking all full and juicy, I began to picture them around my dick. No, I wasn’t going to fuck her ass because I didn’t trust her. All she could do for me at this point was suck a nigga’s dick.
“Yeah, bring yo’ ass on.” I leaned up from the window as the night’s cold breeze caused me to stick my hands inside the pockets of my hoodie.
“Don’t come in this bitch being all loud and shit.” I looked back at her before I opened the front door.
Londyn’s ass had a way of not knowing how to whisper or use her damn inside voice and I didn’t need her being too loud and waking up my grandparents.
“Ok,” she whispered, and I opened the door. Easing it close once she entered, we then headed to my room.
The very moment my room door closed, she was on her knees, trying to pull my dick out of my basketball shorts.
Even though I wanted head, I had to play with her mind really quick. So I stopped her and pulled her up to her feet. “I thought you wanted to talk to me Londyn?” I placed my finger under her chin and titled her head up to look up at me.
“Jaxsyn, I did, but I want you more. We can talk after we fuck.” She began to eagerly take off her clothes.
“Woah, that’s what we not doing. So put them clothes back on.” I tapped her on the shoulder.
Her expression went blank and the look of rejection was now stamped on her face. But I had to be honest with her; I had no plans on fucking her again. She was already trying to put a baby on a nigga which was number uno why I had no desire to slide back up in her.
“Let’s sit and talk,” I told her, sitting down on the bed and patting on the empty side beside me.
Londyn’s eyes rolled to the top of her head, she sighed very heavy then nibbled on her bottom lip before she looked at me. “I know you think the baby that I am carrying isn’t yours, but it is Jaxsyn. I really want you to be a part of this child’s life every step of the way. Like when I go to my doctor’s visits and stuff.” She was talking lowly like was shy or some shit, and that wasn’t even her. Just the mentioning of baby talk blew me and was a conversation I wasn’t trying to have.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come suck my dick.” I waved her off and grabbed her neck as I pulled her head down towards my dick.
I wasn’t trying to invest any of my time in her when it came to this baby shit because listen, if I did and I found out the baby wasn’t mine, man listen. Talk about pissed. That’s that type of shit that would make a nigga explode.
“Shittt,” I hissed, as the warm feeling of Londyn’s mouth directed my attention on her.
Londyn had swallowed my whole dick. I mean the whole nine and a half inches of it. I could literally feel her lips touching my balls. She then guided slowly up my dick and gripped my shit with her pretty ass hands. Stroking it slowly, she played with the tip of my dick while also massaging my balls. The way she went back to swallowing me whole, making my dick disappear as if she was doing a magic trick, turned a nigga on.
The room filled with the sound of her moans and the vibration I felt from my dick being all the way to the back of her throat, had a nigga feeling like he smoked six blunts. I was on cloud fucking ten in this bitch, ready to burst.
I held the back of her head, trying to make her ease up, but that only made her go harder. The way she twirled her neck as if she had a hula hoop around that bitch had me look at her with wide eyes. She was putting in work. My dick was sloppy wet with spit running all down my balls.
Londyn kept my whole dick in her mouth as it began to pulsate, letting her know exactly what time it was. Without letting up, she forcefully allowed it to jab the back of her throat until I could no longer hold my nut back.
“Fuck,” I mumbled as I emptied into her mouth. Leaning up, I watched her cheeks expand from the seeds I had just released.
“Swallow that shit,” I told her. She slowly took my dick out of her mouth which caused a little bit of nut to seep from the side of her mouth.
Londyn used her finger to clean it back up and scoop it into her mouth. She then leaned her head back, swallowed it and look at me bashfully as if she was some innocent girl.
Smirking, she stood to her feet then got her ass in my bed. I was way too tired to protest and I guess after the head she had just given me, I wouldn’t put her ass out.
“Jaxsyn, are you going to take me school?” I heard my sister yell as she banged on my door.
“Yeah,” I hollered out as I turned over to Londyn still knocked out with her big ass booty in the air. I was tempted to stick something off in her, but I knew better.
Nudging her, I woke her up. “Aye, it’s time to go. I got to take my sister to school.
Londyn sat up in my bed then started to whine and pout.
Hell nah. I exhaled. She was not about to start this shit, it was too early.
After looking at her crazily, she cut that shit out then got up and we headed out of the front door.
“We gotta stop getting mad at each other the way that we do. We have a better time when we are getting along,” she bragged as she licked her lips and wrapped her arms around me.
