Hiya! I got a little inspired by the "Gangs and Guns" theme that some authors have been writing. So, I decided to make my own story with it. I have to say I was most inspired by the fanfiction Creston by BossMan1, so kudos to you dude!
Our innocent little Jazmine Dubois wasn't so innocent anymore. She no longer carried that angelic image that we've all known. Her little soft voice was still there, but the words that flowed from her mouth didn't belong to her. The hood finally got to her, carrying her soul into the deepest depths of reality.
"Lemme get two packs of smokes" Jazmine said, slamming her money down on the counter. The cashier narrowed his eyes at her. "Aren't you a little too young to smoke?" he asked her. "I'd appreciate it if you minded your damn business" Jazmine countered coldly with a death glare. The cashier snorted, clearly amused. "I'm not authorized to sell cigarettes to underage customers" he said smartly. "I'm eighteen" Jazmine said, rolling her eyes. "Oh.." he said awkwardly as he rung up the cigarettes and placed them on the counter.
Jazmine reached into one of her combat boots and pulled out a one hundred dollar. She placed it on the counter, grabbed the cigarettes, and turned to go. "Keep the change" Jazmine growled as she left. The cashier watched her in awe before turning to the bill. His eyes widened as he picked it up. "Who pays with..how did she..?" he mumbled to himself, looking for the right words to say.
The cashier then ran out the store to see if he could spot Jazmine. He turned to his left just as she was getting in a hot pink Mustang. The rims on the car were black and still spinning. "Hey!" he yelled. Jazmine glanced at him before starting the car and driving off. The cashier scowled and scratched his afro in confusion. "I feel like I've seen her before.." he said to himself.
"I hate nosey people" Jazmine mumbled to herself as she drove through the oncoming traffic. Her phone vibrated. She pressed the answer button on her blue tooth. "Talk to me" she said as she rounded a corner. "Waddup Jazzy-Fresh?" the voice said. "I thought I told you to stop calling me that Cindy" Jazmine said. "Damn girl, what's your beef?" Cindy said teasingly. "Nothing. It's just that annoying cashier at the gas station" Jazmine said with a sigh.
"Oh the afro kid? You don't remember him do you?" Cindy said. Jazmine made a puzzling look as she came upon a stop light. "Remember him? Who is he?" she asked. Jazmine heard Cindy laugh. "Nigga, that's Huey Freeman!" Cindy yelled with a laugh. Jazmine furrowed her eyebrows. "Who's Huey Freeman?" she asked. Cindy's laughing ceased.
"You really don't remember him?" Cindy said. Jazmine shook her head, but then remembered that Cindy can't see her. "Nope" she said. "Jaz, Huey was yo homie back in the day! Ya'll used to be tight!" Cindy yelled. Jazmine scrunched up her nose. "Naw, you must have him mistaken for somebody else. That nigga is way too annoying for me to know him" she said as the stop light turned green.
"Girl, I know what I'm talkin' about. It was about..eight years ago" says Cindy. Jazmine thought about it. He did seem familiar..a little. "He might've looked a little familiar" Jazmine said. "I knew you'd remember him! You practically had a crush on him before you moved to New York" Cindy snickered. Jazmine rolled her eyes. "Not-uh. I know I ain't liked him when I was a kid. And if so, I'm glad I moved to New York" Jazmine stated. "Whatever girl. I'm glad you're back though!" Cindy said. Jazmine smiled. "Yeah I know" Jazmine teased. "Aye, don't get cocky" Cindy snorted.
"So did anything change while I was gone?" Jazmine asked. "Nope. Same rich ass Whitecrest.. uh I mean Woodcrest" Cindy said. Jazmine laughed as she parked in the parking lot. "Girl when you gon' get here?" Cindy asked. "Just pulled up. Come help me with my bags" Jazmine replied as she hung up the phone and stepped out of her car.
"Dayummm! How the fuck you afford this?!" Jazmine heard Cindy yell. "Cindy!" Jazmine squealed as she gave Cindy an attack hug. "It's been so long since I've seen you!"
"I know Jaz! But hey, best friends reunite!" Cindy said. "I'm so excited! I can't believe I get to share an apartment with my bestie!" Jazmine squealed. Cindy rolled her eyes playfully. "You may have changed but you still have that girly voice Jaz" Cindy teased. "Hush and help me with my bags!" Jazmine yelled excitedly as she took out a pink suitcase from the back seat.
Cindy gave her a mocking look. "Nigga why all your bags pink. It's already bad enough that this car is pink!" Cindy teased as she grabbed the other suitcase. "You know I love pink!" Jazmine said, giving her an annoyed look. "Yeah one thing about you that fucking irks me" Cindy laughed as she went to go open the door to the apartment.
Jazmine closed the car door and followed her inside. Her eyes widened. "Are you sure this is an apartment?" Jazmine asked as she looked around. "Yeah I know right? And this is only the living room" Cindy said with a smirk. "How many-" Jazmine began before Cindy answered her question as if reading her mind. "There's three master bedrooms" she said. Jazmine's jaw dropped. "Oh my god! Show me my room before I die of excitement!" Jazmine squealed. Cindy laughed before leading Jazmine to the first room on the right.
Jazmine covered her mouth to hold back a scream of delight when she saw her room. The bed was huge and had pink fluffy pillows with pink covers. The large windows were draped in pink sparkly curtains that reached the floor. Even the carpet was a light shade of pink. Jazmine hugged Cindy before jumping onto her bed. "Oh my god I have the coolest best friend in the universe!" Jazmine yelled joyously as she started jumping on her bed. "Well duh!" Cindy said cockily with a smirk, leaning against the door frame.
"This is gonna be like a forever sleepover!" Jazmine giggled. "Yeah whatever. You got my cigarettes?" Cindy said. Jazmine suddenly frowned and reached into her pocket. "You know that's not good for you Cindy" Jazmine said with a pouty face as she gave them to her. Cindy rolled her eyes. "Quit worryin' bout me Jaz" Cindy said as she tucked the packs in her back pocket. "You're my best friend. It's my job to worry about you" Jazmine said. Cindy rolled her eyes.
"You remember Riley?" Cindy asked, changing the subject. "Nope…wait that jerk with the cornrows?" Jazmine said. Cindy nodded. "That's Huey's brother" Cindy said. Jazmine snorted. "I'm not surprised" Jazmine grumbled. "So how are your parents?" Cindy asked. Jazmine shrugged her shoulders. "They got a divorce as soon as we moved to New York" she said. Cindy gave a sympathetic sigh. "But I wasn't surprised. You know my mom was a whore" Jazmine giggled. "Hey another thing we have in common! Our moms are both whores!" Cindy laughed.
Jazmine laughed but then gave Cindy a worried look. "You know how people say that history repeats itself? Am I gonna grow up to be a whore?!" Jazmine shouted. "Maybe" Cindy snickered, earning an annoyed look from Jazmine. "Get out so I can change into my pajamas!" Jazmine said. "It's only two o'clock Jaz!" Cindy said. "Yeah but I had to travel all the way here! I deserve to relax. Oooh, we can watch a movie, do each other's nails, and eat junk food!" Jazmine yelled eagerly.
Cindy made a face. "Sounds good except for painting each other's nails Jazmine" Cindy groaned as she started walking away. "Fine, we don't have to paint each other's nails" Jazmine giggled as she closed the door.