A few hours earlier, Carly's perspective…
"Look, I-" I start to say, only to realise it wasn't the guy following me and instead, a strange guy on a red Bati 801.
"What's up, little lady? Damn… you are some tiny thing but you…" He said in a suggestive tone, sliding his hand onto my right hip.
"Look, I don't know what your impression is of me…" I start to say, letting out a slight yelp when he squeezes my ass… I slap him across the face, him laughing before he looked at me again.
"Damn! You're a fiery little thing, ain't ya? How about I-" He responded, sliding a few 50 dollar bills into my shorts before quickly revealing some pills. "Give you one of these little things? Next thing you know, you'll-" He replied before two other men approach us.
"What's up, D? Ain't no fun if the gangsters can't have none!" The taller, slimmer one responded... the fuck is with people today.
"Fuck you, I ain't sharing no ass with the CGF!" D exclaimed.
"Ain't no ass being shared, now fuck off!" I shouted, shoving the money back at him.
"You calm down! And ain't there some law against you mark ass gangsters, insignia wearing motherfuckers?!" D responded, the taller of the duo aiming a gun at him.
D speeds off… and naturally since I'm feeling insulted that I was mistaken for a hooker, I follow the other two and jump in the van before it speeds off.
"Hang on tight, girl! This gonna get rough!" The taller one exclaimed, me startled by a dog barking.
"Chop, leave the little lady alone!" The shorter, more muscular one replied, the rottweiler making some slight whining noises and me reaching over and scratching his ears.
"It's okay, boy." I say, Chop barking in a way that meant "Let's get this son of a bitch!".
Chasing D leads us to the area not too far from the train yards and he gets crashed into by a bus.
"Oh fuck!" I responded.
"Damn, he got fucked up!" The tall one exclaimed before turning to us. "Franklin, take Chop and Tiny and go get that fool!" He responded, me, Franklin and Chop chasing after D in the train yards.
"You're not even wearing that much makeup and your outfit's normal, how'd you get mistaken for a hooker?!" Franklin responded.
"Wrong place, wrong time! Name's Carly!" I replied as we kept on chasing… and pulling train doors open. "Give it up, prick!" I shout, aiming my SNS Pistol at D and him seeing Chop and turning fearful.
"You scared of dogs and tiny girls?" Franklin asked calmly before Chop chased after D… when we caught up with them, Chop had D on the ground and was biting him as the van stopped nearby.
"Hey man, I ain't got no beef with the CGF!" D exclaimed once Franklin pulled him up.
"Cause maybe we doin our own thing!" Franklin responded.
"Hey, Lamar Davis, is that you?!" D exclaimed after I opened the back doors and shove D into the back.
"Shut the fuck up!" I responded angrily, Franklin getting in the passenger seat and me and Chop getting in the back before I close the doors and Lamar drives off.
"This girl your new hoodrat-" D shouted before I kick him in the face, breaking his nose.
"Damn, girl, don't kill him!" Lamar responded before getting his phone and dialing a number. "We got your boy!"
"You calling them on a cellphone, you dumb motherfucker?!" Franklin responded.
We want the $40,000! Pay us or pay the funeral director!" Lamar responded, Franklin slamming on the brakes.
"What the fuck you've gone and done?! Now we've gotta let this fucker outta here!" Franklin replied angrily, me kicking the doors open and tossing D out.
"Get the fuck outta here! And give me that damn phone!" I shouted, grabbing Lamar's phone and throwing it out the back.
"What the fuck, babe?!" Lamar exclaimed.
"Don't call me babe!" I responded with a growl as D stood up and limped off, shouting about how he'll see us soon. "Next time you see will be the last time!" I shouted at him before slamming the doors and Franklin driving and dropping Lamar off.
"Damn, not how you saw your day going, huh?" Franklin questioned after I got into the passenger seat.
"Not by a long shot but I've been through crazier… some creep from my school was following me." I responded, Franklin driving back towards his house.
"That ain't right… look, I know we just met and all but I don't feel right about you going off into the dark by yourself. Crash with me and I'll take you back home tomorrow." Franklin offered.
I follow him without hesitation… beats going back home tonight…
Present time, Third Person Perspective…
Carly opened her bluish violet eyes slowly, her long light brown, violet and silverish curls slightly messy and her finding herself in a room with Next Friday playing on Tv.
"Friends… how many of us have them? Friends… ones we can depend on? Friends…"
"Shut the fuck up! I don't even like Whodini!"
"Who couldn't like Whodini?" Carly responded with a slight laugh before she saw Franklin in the doorway. "Oh hey… Franklin, right? My memory's a bit fuzzy." She replied.
"Yep… we stayed up a bit and watched Friday, Next Friday and Friday After Next before we fell asleep at about three in the morning." Franklin explained before Carly glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost ten.
"Aw, fuck! My mom's gonna go fucking berserk!" Carly muttered before she sat up and put her ankle length steel toe motorcycle boots on.
"I can tell it's far from the first time you've been away from home all night." Franklin responded with a slight chuckle after turning the Tv off, Carly chuckling as well.
"Yeah, it is… sometimes I don't go home for days, that's how crazy she drives me." Carly replied before Franklin grabbed the keys to his Buffalo S.
"Might as well not send you home before you've eaten so how does Burger Shot sound?" Franklin asked.
"Sounds damn good." Carly replied before they walked outside and he opened the passenger door for her after unlocking it, Carly getting in the seat and Franklin closing the door.
From across the street, Tonya watched with a mix of curiosity and jealousy as Franklin got in and drove off.
"Better not be seeing some girl from the rich part of town!" Tonya muttered, scratching her right arm in need of a fix.
She went to go find JB's dealer… and had an idea.