So I've decided for this story, it'll bounce from two perspectives: Riley and Cindy. Since Cindy's perspective was first, Riley's is next.

It was four in the morning when I came into my house. Granddad and Huey were asleep, thank god. I hurried up the stairs to my room.

I used to share a room with my dumbass brother, Huey. But, a few years ago, Granddad had finally decided that I could have my own room and moved me into the once guest room. Now, I could make a mess and snore as loud as I wanted to without Huey slapping me to shut up. And, I had a nice queen sized bed. Compared to my old twin sized, it was huge.

Inside my room, I felt safe. I went to my dresser and pulled open a drawer; all my underwear and socks were kept here. Ain't nobody would even dream of looking here. I stuffed the wad of money in one sock and silently closed the drawer.

I heard a knock. I threw off my shoes and hat and hoodie and my jeans, trying to make it look like I had been here the entire time. I tossed everything under my bed and pulled off the black shirt. I hopped into a muscle shirt before messing my hair up and opening the door, giving off my best I-just-woke-up-nigga look.

Huey stood there looking less than happy. I tried to shrug it off, "Whatchu want nigga? "I asked, giving my best tired voice. Yawning, I tried to close the door, but Huey's hand moved to stop me.

"Where were you at? "He asked. I scoffed, "Nigga I dunno what'cha talkin' bout, "

Once again, I tried to close the door, but Huey refused to move, "Riley don't play, I can smell gasoline and sweat on you. "

Damn!

"I was…outside, "I lied. Huey gave me a look, "You were out with Ed and Rummy again, weren't you…and Cindy? "He said her name as if she was something bad.

I groaned, "Damn nigga, hop off my tip for once! "I walked into my room, allowing Huey to step inside. He shut the door, "Riley, you need to be more careful, "He said.

I waved him off, "Nigga I am careful. I ain't been caught by no cops yet, "

"Yet, "Huey said, making the word seem louder than what it was. I shut my eyes and landed on my bed, "Nigga you sound like an old man. Is you an old nigga, Huey Freeman? "I arched my brow the same way he did it and he scowled.

"Riley, you and your "friends" are gonna get in huge trouble, don't you get that, idiot? "Huey narrowed his eyes further at me.

I scoffed, "Whatever nigga. At least I ain't a hater like ya, "

There was a tap at the door. I froze; Granddad! Huey only smirked as wide as he could before opening it. I ducked over on the other side of my bed, prepared for the ass-whooping I knew I was gonna get. The door slowly opened, and I braced myself for the worst...

"H-Huey? "A soft voice asked. Wait a minute…

I shot back up and glared at the person in the doorway; Jazmine Dubois, Huey's "best friend" since we first moved here. Her poofy afro was wild, wilder than Huey's, and she wore nothing but one of Huey's old, long-sleeved t-shirts. She rubbed her face with the sleeve, "Huey? "She said again, a little louder.

"Yeah Jaz, go back to bed, "Huey said, gently leading her out of my room. She sounded as if she was hungover, but she nodded and walked away, leaving Huey and I alone in my room. I had to laugh as I stood up, sitting on my bed.

"Damn Huey, I didn't know you were screwin' that bitch, "I whistled quietly, giving him a grin. Huey only rolled his eyes, "She's not a bitch, she's my girlfriend, "

"Since when nigga? "I laughed, "Just today you treated her like a pile of shit, and now you're fuckin' her in your room! "

"I don't treat her like shit, Riley, "Huey said, "I only dislike her naïve outlook on life and I simply point out everything that's wrong with it. "He spoke as if it was some natural thing; natural to make fun of his girlfriend.

"Boo, nigga, ya cold as ice, "I shook my head in disapproval. Huey only came closer, "At least I'm watching her, making sure she's not doing anything stupid. What are you doing? You're encouraging Cindy to steal, lie, and sneak out. You're okay with it, "He started to walk out of the room, "Y'know Riley, Cindy might be the "bad girl" you know now, but one day, the law's gonna catch up to her, and she's gonna get hurt. And where will you be? "

For once, I actually stopped to think about his dumbass lecture. Could Cindy and I actually get caught? It seemed impossible; we had been doing this for years. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed possible.

"Nigga, you don't know nothing, "I spat, getting up and pushing past him, "How long have you an' Jazzy been sleepin' together? "I asked. Huey's face blushed in the darkness, "None of your business, "He said. I rolled my eyes, "I'll take tha' as a million times."

"Riley, that's impossible..., "Huey began.

"Nigga you know wha' I mean! "I quietly yelled, leaving my room.

I walked down the hall and to the bathroom, which was right next to Huey's room. Jazmine came out of the shared bathroom, looking sick, "You aight Jazzy? "I asked. She gave me a fake smile and nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine, "But she rubbed her stomach and sucked in some air, looking like she was getting ready to pass outright then and there.

She walked back into Huey's room still looking sick, swaying as she went. Huey joined her and locked the door behind him. I could hear the two talking; about what I had no idea.

The bathroom smelled like vomit. I grabbed the Lysol from the sink cabinets and sprayed. I glanced towards at the toilet; ain't no way I'm pissing in there. Who the fuck knows what Jazmine threw up in that bitch, she could've thrown up everything in her stomach AND her stomach.

Something else caught my eyes; it was in the trash can, which was left wide open, the lid on the floor. I leaned in to take a closer look; something was lodged in there. Slowly, I reached down and picked it up. It was long and smooth and white, almost weightless in my large hands.

It was a pregnancy test.

And it was positive. Fucking positive.

I had to laugh to myself, "Well damn, Huey. I guess you can't lecture me anymore, nigga, "


Cindy and I met up at the mall the next day. I hadn't told anyone about the test, although I did give Jazmine a few looks that morning at breakfast. She seemed to look even more worried, but Huey looked calm. I guess she hadn't told him yet. I wanted to be there when she did, to see the look of pure fear on that nigga's face. Jazmine wasn't in the talkative mood she was always in, and I knew why. Granddad didn't seem to mind the fact that she had spent the night, and that she was still wearing Huey's old shirt and some of her sweats. He doesn't care about that, but when I go out he goes ballistic!

I hadn't even told Cindy. I am a bitch, but I ain't about telling people about other people's business, so I decided to wait until Jazmine told Cindy herself, which would probably be after we came back from shopping. Those two were friends, although Cindy was more of a ghetto street master while Jazmine was a pretty little princess who didn't even look like she could lift something her own weight.

Cindy waved me down in the food court, "Nigga you take forever! "She said, fist-bumping me. I just laughed, "Well, a nigga needs to eat, "

She wore a pair of black leggings with white swirls on them and a red tank top with black and white Nikes. A few niggas started staring, and I gave them death looks. Cindy wasn't my girl, but she was my homegirl, and I had to look out for her. Although, I did wonder what it would be like if she was my girl...

"Aye Reezy, "She said, giving me a big grin. I cracked a smile, "Wassup girl? "

"Let's go; I'm meetin' Jazzy in like two hours, "She said, pulling her blonde hair back. Cindy had truly grown up; earning a grown up body. She looked very similar to Jazmine, although Cindy was a little taller and had long, straight hair compared to Jazmine's afro. Thinking about Jazmine made me think of the pregnancy test…

"Reezy? "She waved her hand in front of my face, "Nigga you there? "

"Yeah, "I shook my head. Cindy grabbed me by the arm and hauled me into Spencer's. "Wha' do ya want from 'ere, "I asked.

"Nigga I'm just buyin' little things 'ere, "She said. She then was lost in the crowd. I wandered around, picking up a weed shirt and eventually made it towards the back, where they sold lingerie. I rolled my eyes at the girls on the posters. They all looked exactly the same; dyed hair and their boobs hanging out of their tiny bras that didn't even look visible on the poster. Damn shame. My mind wandered to Cindy; what if she could be one of the girls on these posters? Would she even want to be? I scanned the remaining ones, searching for a reason why Cindy would want to do this. I couldn't find one. Then again, she wouldn't do any of this.

Cindy was definitely a strange girl. At first, when she started middle school a year before me, she was all into band and playing her damn flute. Then, when I got into art the next year, which was the year I entered middle school, she'd quit band and joined basketball and volleyball. Now, she's in dance at her high school with Jazzy, the one Huey and Jazmine go to; and the one I'll be eventually going to next year. She and Jazmine really bonded over the whole dancing thing, and now they hang out regularly. Of course, she never talks about what we do, Jazzy would sure as hell rat us out to Huey, who would then tell Granddad.

I made a face at the posters and walked back towards the front, where I saw Cindy pulling on a shirt that was mounted above her. She waved at some worker to grab it for her. I started to pay for my shirt, watching as the cashier rung me up as slow as she could, until I heard something.

"Aye, leave me alone…, "It was a girl's voice; Cindy's. I knew that voice no matter what. I grabbed the receipt from the cashier and strode towards the front, where Cindy was standing. With her was a tall nigga, dressed in black and white and grey, with the stupidest look on his dumbass face. He looked black, but his skin was a lot lighter than mine. Maybe he was a mixed kid, like Jazzy.

He had this look on his face, like he knew he was gonna get some tonight. He was tall, with black hair and these green eyes that looked so fake, I couldn't believe they were his.

"Aye baby, c'mere, "He said, grabbing Cindy by the waist. She looked like she was gonna be sick. She punched him in the stomach, "Nigga, get the fuck away, "She warned, "Don't fucking come near me. "She pulled away, but he looked like some strong nigga and held onto her, "Baby girl, c'mon, who you with anyways? Ain't no one here with you..., "

"Bitch back up! "She said, her anger obvious. People were starting to stare, but this nigga didn't seem to give a damn. He kept the exact same, lust filled facial expression.

I felt my blood boil with rage. I couldn't believe it, who was this nigga?! He then started to leave, towing Cindy behind him, who screamed and clawed at him to let her go.

This set me off.

Oh. Hell. To. The. Fucking. No.


Riley about to go off on a nigga.

R&R

Xoxoxo, queen