Chapter Twelve:

Bad & Bright

"This nigga getting two motherfucking stars, ain't finna five star nobody giving me a stank look the whole fuckin' ride," Zanny complained as he walked to Long Lane, Brightwater.

"We were kinda loud," Jazmin said, "And Naz started smokin' up in the car."

"Ay, he ain't never said I couldn't smoke some haze in there."

"Nigga stop frontin'—that ain't no fucking haze, you smoke reggie!" Big Smoke called out.

"Besides, how you know he was giving you a look."

"The nigga is a Claydol! He got eyes in the back of his fuckin' head and them eyes were giving me that stank ass look Drop drivers always give when they got black passengers bruh. Fuck that nigga and his dumbass van, ol' jalopy looking ass shit."

"Ay but I'm green—nevermind," Naz said, discarding his blunt. Jazmin looked around at the cul-de-sac that the Drop left them at. It was impeccably clean, with every house having a lawn that was well tended to and some even sporting expensive, designer mailboxes. Suburban life…one hell of a life, she thought.

"This nigga lives all the way out in suburbia," Uniqua said, laughing to herself, "I know they bored as fuck out here, look at this shit. Quiet as hell, nothing going on, hell there ain't even any streetlights here. No flavor…just bland repetitive trash."

"I agree with the emo bih," Naz said, "Shit look whack as hell."

"Los Lados…looks so different in comparison," Vinalia said, holding out another cigarette for Talon to light. He did and then he lit his own, taking a short drag.

"I wonder who this nigga even married to," Andre pondered aloud, "If he out here dipping his dick in students and shit."

"It don't really matter," Uniqua said, "Men are trash. They'll fuck anything they'll get away with."

"Okay damn," Naz muttered, "No wonder you gay."

Uniqua sighed and ignored him, walking with Nines, who was looking around, listening for anyone.

"We stick out like a sore thumb," Jazmin said, "We look like hood ass niggas out here."

"We are hood ass niggas," Andre said.

"Which means someone gon' call the cops," Big Smoke explained, "Cuz we looking mad suspicious, just walkin' through here and none of us live here."

"Ain't no truancy officers out here," Talon said, setting down his skateboard and cruising in the middle of the road of the cul-de-sac, "Too boujie to bother. The kids here are either at some prep school or some private school."

"What's the plan anyways?"

Jazmin looked at her phone and sighed wearily. She wasn't sure if she wanted to break into his house again, but she was almost certain Portia would be there. When they reached 250 Long Lane, they crouched behind the topiary bushes and peeked out, hiding carefully. Mr. Roak's wife was there, putting two kids in the SUV. His wife had skin the color of charcoal, which contrasted beautifully against pure white hair that fell in loose ringlets down her back and red eyes for she was of Absol-descent. She was petite and rather boring looking otherwise—dressed in casual work-wear. The two children were also of Absol-descent and looked damn near identical to their mother, with the exception of the hair being mildly tinted with a reddish undertone. She got into her SUV and pulled out of the driveway and into the road, did a U-turn and drove off. Talon poked his head out of the topiary bushes, using his excellent vision to survey the house.

"The nigga got cameras."

"We know," Zanny said, "Jazzy shorted them out the last time."

"Yeah…but he also got some pressure sensitive shit now too. You see them black boxes by the front door and the garage? Those are motion detectors."

"…Must have gotten 'em installed after that shit," Jazmin muttered.

"So what the fuck you gon do then?" Naz whispered sharply, "If we go near them shits gon set off a fuckin' alarm."

"Short 'em out?" Jazmin proposed.

"That'll set off an alarm too," Talon said, hunkering back down behind the topiaries, "Yo, fam cuz you broke into his shit he got his house bolted up."

"They gotta be a way to turn them shits off without setting off an alarm."

"Yeah," Uniqua said, "A passcode. My moms work at a place that use motions sensors. You turn 'em off by entering a passcode on some keypad type shit."

"Talon, you see a keypad?"

He stood up again, peering and scanning his surroundings. There was a keypad by the garage door. He pointed at it, nodding.

"But you got three attempts before the alarm goes off," Uniqua informed, "And I know yo ass don't know his passcode."

"Wait," Zanny interrupted, began hitting his head, "I saw a number code on the nigga's flash drive. Damn, damn, I'm tryna remember. Uh…uh…it's 9267!"

"You sure, bro?" Talon asked.

"Yea I'm sure."

Talon inhaled nervously and jumped out of the topiary, soaring towards the garage at incredible speeds, hovering over it as he entered the passcode. With that, the motion sensors went offline and Talon landed tentatively on the ground. When there was no alarm, he waved at the others. They got from behind the bushes and started running towards the house. Big Smoke took a big breath. His stomach inflated almost twice its size and let out black-gray smog from his mouth, creating a stanky smelling smokescreen that blotted out any image the camera could pick up. Zanny dashed to the front door, taking off his gloves and picking the lock with his claw. After a few seconds of wiggling around with the lock, it unlatched and the door cracked open. He held it open for everyone to run inside with Big Smoke coming through last and then shut the door.

"Daaaaaaamn…this nigga living like this off a teacher's salary, nigga what the fuck?" Naz asked, looking around.

"I know! It's almost like…he's involved with other shit, huh?" Uniqua said mockingly as she peered around the corner. Nines peeked out the window, seeing Mrs. Roak's SUV coming back around, down the road.

"Bruh—the Absol lady returning—she must have dropped them lil nigglets off somewhere and she comin' back."

Jazmin looked around for any hiding spots, "Hide somewhere, bruh!"

Zanny dove behind the couch, ducking. Talon ran into the bathroom, Jazmin following him. Nines hid behind the drapes and Uniqua ran into the kitchen and hid underneath the tablecloth. Andre looked around frantically and then dove behind the davenport, trembling as he did. Vinalia ran upstairs, hiding in one of the rooms. Big Smoke followed Vinalia, breathing hard as he climbed his ass up the stairs and went in the upper floor bathroom, hiding in the shower. However, Naz wasn't about to run around, getting sweaty to look for a hiding spot. Mrs. Roak noticed that there was a cloud smoke lingering about, but didn't think much about it. Instead, she went to the front door. When she noticed it was unlocked, she felt her heart skip a beat. When she stepped in, she was greeted by Naz.

"Holy—"

"Surprise, bih!" He blew a sparkling green powder into her face and she inhaled most of it, coughing. Within seconds, she was starting to stumble and sway. Soon enough, her eyes grew heavy, her legs became weak and she collapsed onto the ground, passed out. When she hit the floor with a thud, Jazmin was the first one to peek out from her hiding spot: the bathroom down the hall. She saw that Mrs. Roak was fast asleep on the floor. She looked delicate and peaceful.

"Well… shit," Jazmin said, relieved.

"Yeah, y'all forgot I could roofie bitches, huh," Naz said, laughing, patting Jazmin's shoulder, "Y'all can stop fuckin' hidin' now, the chick's asleep."

Nines was the first to emerge and sighed in relief. Talon came out, laughing at the situation.

"Be a lookout then," Jazmin said, darting into every room, checking it. When she found nothing, she frowned. The others were pulling Mrs. Roak onto the couch so she could rest of the sleeping powder comfortably. When Jazmin returned to the den, she shook her head.

"Ion see Portia nowhere."

Nines walked up to Jazmin, looking at her.

"You gotta look with yo third eye," she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"Huh?"

Nines' eyes began to glow brightly, a pink tint going over them. As they glowed, she began perceiving information that would not be normally seen with the naked eye. Extrasensory helped with that—allowing her to see into enclosed spaces and through solid objects. She walked around, her eyes darting left and right as she looked through the floorboards and the ceiling, the walls and the corridors. She saw a hidden trap door in the lower level—the basement. The trap door was damn near invisible due to being the same color as the flooring. Through the trap door, she saw someone down there, lying down. She closed her eyes, perceiving their energy and then re-opened them, being able to see through their eyes in such close vicinity. It was a dark cellar with only a light bulb hanging from a wire for illumination. She snapped out of her trance and shook a little, feeling light-headed. Jazmin looked at Nines who walked over to the door that led to the basement. She kicked it open and headed down the stairs with great speed. Jazmin, Talon and Uniqua followed her as she reached the lower level, feeling around for the trap door. Nines eventually felt a latch. She pulled it, but it was locked.

"Andre!" She yelled.

Andre came down the stairs into the basement and Nines pointed to the trap door's latch. He grabbed it with one of his tail hands and began pulling. With decent amount of effort, he ripped the trap door out within twenty seconds. He then jumped down into the cellar with Nines, Uniqua, Jazmin and Talon following. Nines produced a flame in her hand to give them better lighting than the pathetic light bulb that had been hanging from the ceiling. There, lying in a ratty old bean bag was Portia, fast asleep and clearly dehydrated. Jazmin ran up to her, trying to shake her awake, but she didn't open her eyes.

"Portia!" Jazmin cried out, tears in her eyes, "Portia! Portia! Portia, wake up!"

Uniqua put a hand on Jazmin's shoulder, "She needs water. Dehydration causes water-types to fall unconscious."

With that, Andre lifted her up in his arms and leapt out the cellar. By this time, Zanny was downstairs with Vinalia and Big Smoke. Andre handed Portia to Zanny.

"Put her in a tub full of water," he said, using his prehensile tails to help the others out of the cellar. Zanny ran back up the stairs, Portia in his arms as he darted into the bathroom, setting her gently on the marble tiled floor. He ran the water, making sure it was lukewarm. He used his claws to cut her out of her clothes, not having time to meticulously take them off. When the bathtub was decently filled, he placed Portia in it, submerging her. As Zanny tended to Portia, the others were out of the basement and back into the living room. Jazmin's face was wet with tears as she took a shuddering breath.

"Damn," Naz said, keeping a lookout, "This nigga really is a whole ass criminal, god DAYUM."

"As much as I hate them niggas, we gotta go to the cops," Uniqua said, "He'll at least get charged with kidnapping."

"But what about Keisha…" Jazmin murmured, "She won't get justice and Mr. Ace will take the fall for that worthless, scunt nigga."

"Ain't shit we can do about that," Naz said, shrugging. Jazmin pushed him. It wasn't a hard shove, but an angry one.

"Well I'ma do shit," she shouted, "Ion care if you don't care. I care."

"Woah woah, don't get it twisted girl, I care," Naz said, "Ion know what we supposed to do without getting our asses in some shit ourselves. If we go to the cops, we gon' be charged with felony breaking in and entering and assault."

"Assault?"

He gestured to the sleeping Mrs. Roak.

"That counts as fuckin' assault?" Jazmin shouted.

"Yeah nigga, it does!"

"So what do you supposed we do?" Uniqua asked, "Portia was kidnapped and the cops weren't going to go looking for her? They incompetent or they don't care! We had to do it ourselves."

"Fuck…" Jazmin muttered, pacing back and forth. Zanny walked out the bathroom, looking tired and distraught.

"She's breathin at least," Zanny said, "But gon be a while til she wakes up."

Uniqua took out her phone, texting as she did. Jazmin glanced at her.

"I'm not contacting the police if that's what you're worried about," she reassured her, "It's about to go down and get ugly, sis."

"I ain't finna go no fuckin' jail," Naz said, "Too pretty for that shit. I'ma sure get butt raped there, fuck all that."

"On Arceus, if I ever get my hands on that pervert ass teacher," Zanny said, his slipping his gloves back on.

"If we got him to confess and showed the cops, you think that would be enough?"

"And the fuckin' flash drive," Talon said, leaning against the walls, "If we did it anonymously, them niggas won't charge us with shit cuz they won't know."

"Well, better decide what you doin' fast," Nines said, "It's 1:40, and today's Wednesday—early dismissal, remember?"

"Fuck!" Jazmin panicked, "Is Portia awake?"

"No," Zanny reminded her, "It gon' take a while, Jaz."

Nines sighed resignedly, setting down her purse, "Watch my shit. Ima stall."

"How?"

Nines gave her a look and smirked, leaving out the front door.

Mr. Roak was with Chandler as he began driving home, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Chandler shifted his glasses, looking at his phone in the silence.

"You said she's fifteen?" Chandler said.

"Yes," Mr. Roak confirmed, "And of the Vaporeon line."

Chandler scoffed, "Right."

"She's cute," Mr. Roak said, yawning, "She'll have appeal."

Chandler put away his phone and tapped his fingers on the dashboard, "Mal is in the Pokemon Center. He won't be walking for a few months."

"Well, that sucks for him," Mr. Roak said, making a right onto a local road, leading into the Long Lane neighborhood, "What exactly happened?"

"He got one of the girls too drugged up and I guess…her friend came to confront him. He was with a Bewear woman. She suplexed his shit—broke his back into bits."

"Ouch," Mr. Roak said, without much concern, "Guess he gotta be more careful who he decides to string out, I guess."

Chandler shrugged, "I'm not too bothered about it." He lit a cigarette with his thumb, "He wasn't that bright. Pretty sure he's being charged for the damages made to the Red Radisson—are you listening?"

Mr. Roak was looking out his window at a gorgeous, tall, curvaceous woman walking down the street. She strutted beautifully in her heels, her nine flowing tails glistening in the high noon sun. Chandler turned to see what Kit Roak had been looking at. Chandler lifted his shades, his eyes wide.

"Goddamn," he said. Mr. Roak reversed a bit, pulling closer to the curb. He rolled down his window. He smiled at her.

"Gorgeous," Chandler commended. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and returned Roak's smile with a dazzling one of her own.

Roak turned off the gas, "Hello girl, what's good?"

She posed, bending over a bit to show off her impressive cleavage.

"Where're you from?" He asked.

She glanced up at him, folding her arms, her friendly air dropping, "The hood." Mr. Roak narrowed his eyes—she smelled, looked and sounded familiar.

"Wait…" he pulled back, "Nines?"

"Hello Mr. Roak," she said coldly. His heart suddenly grew cold and he quickly turned the engine back on, beginning to drive off. Nines, however, lifted her hand, producing a flame. She then supersized it and let out a blast of fire against the SUV. The tires rapidly melted and the car flipped over in the process. Mr. Roak kicked out the door and climbed out, darting away from it. It was covered in flames now and exploded with Chandler climbing from the flaming wreckage, no worse for the wear, the flames doing practically nothing to him except burn his clothes to a blackened crisp. Roak stared at his car in disbelief and then yelled in frustration. He turned around at Nines.

"What the fuck is this?" He shouted, "You know how much that shit cost—why the fuck would you do that you dumb bitch!"

"Let's just say…" Nines began, "Payback is a bitch."

"What the fuck did I ever do to you—" he stopped, realizing what was happening, "Oh fuck this."

Chandler watched Mr. Roak sprint off—impressively fast too. He was nowhere as fast as speedy electric types, but he was quite agile in his own right. Nines ran after him but Chandler stepped in the way.

"Move manlet," she snapped.

"No," Chandler said, folding his arms, "This suit cost 12,000. And I highly doubt you have that on you. So you're going to have to make this up to me—"

She shoved him out him out the way and kicked off her heels, running after Mr. Roak. Chandler sighed, shaking his head.

"Tsk, tsk…dumb broad," he muttered. He reached for his phone and began dialing for reinforcements. As he did, Nines was catching up with Mr. Roak, moving quite fast herself. When he saw she wasn't letting up he did a sharp U-turn and clotheslined her, sending her tumbling onto the asphalt. He pinned her down from the back, snarling.

"You're as stupid as you are hot," he growled.

"Yeah—I ain't that fuckin stupid you fuck nigga."

"Wha—"

He was pulled off of by Zanny who threw him a good ten feet away from Nines. She quickly got to her feet, rubbing her bruised cheek. Mr. Roak got up, feeling disoriented and saw Zanny.

"Oh my god, what the fuck is all this. Get the fuck away from my home!" He shouted.

"Or what nigga! Bust a move!" Zanny shouted, "Lemme see them hands, pussy!"

Mr. Roak growled at him, showing his fangs. Nines began running for his house. He turned around and sprinted after her, trying to tackle her, but Zanny ran after, trying to intercept. He wasn't as fast as either of them, but he managed to get a hold on Mr. Roak, attempting to crush his throat with his claws. Mr. Roak slashed him in the face and pushed him off . He subsequently seized one of Nines' tails and yanked her back. She screamed out but he pulled her to her feet, covering her mouth. His neighbors were gone until 5, but he didn't need her bringing any more attention what had been going on. His car was on fire down the road and soon enough, people would start coming around to see what happened. He cast an illusion around him, cloaking what had been transpiring. Nines watched in abject horror as everything turned grey, as they were now trapped in some illusory world that he conjured up. She pulled away from him, trying to see through the illusion using Extrasensory. But Mr. Roak sucker punched her, knocking her clean out. She collapsed onto the ground, bleeding from her nose and mouth. Meanwhile, Zanny was struggling to figure out what was going on. He couldn't see Mr. Roak anywhere and he caught him from behind, tripping him and slamming his head against the asphalt, also rendering him unconscious as he bled from a crack in his skull. When the two were put to sleep, he dashed towards his house. He saw that it was already unlocked and the motion sensors were offline. When he entered he immediately dodged a gust of sparkly, green dust being blown from Naz. He punched Naz in the jaw and he stumbled back, then grabbed him and shoved him into the wall.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house?"

"Saving Portia nigga, the fuck you doin'?" He asked, his face starting to swell up from the punch. Mr. Roak let him go and sucker punched him, sending him reeling against the floor, spitting up blood.

"Goddamn this nigga can fuckin' punch, shit—!" Naz grumbled. Mr. Roak kicked him hard in the ribs and he howled in pain, heading to kick him again but not before Uniqua jumped on his back. Naz, still doubled over laid there whereas Mr. Roak slammed Uniqua onto the ground. That hardly did shit to her as she narrowly avoided his claws. Uniqua cartwheeled away from him and beckoned, taunting. He rushed her and ran head into a force-field she put up: Protect. Mr. Roak spat and cursed and turned around seeing Naz struggling to get to his feet. Mr. Roak darted over to Naz who immediately retaliated by projectile vomiting a disgusting, foul smelling, purple sludge bubble. It exploded on him and he yelled, stumbling into the wall, trying his damnedest to wipe it from his face as he spat out the sludge from his mouth. He slumped down, gagging and trembling.

"Bum ass nigga," Naz said walking up to him, "What you gon do—"

Mr. Roak grabbed him by the throat and slammed his head against the balustrade repeatedly, leaving him out cold. He gagged some more, wiping his face clean, shivering as he did. Uniqua let down the Protect and stared at him. He glared her down and began running towards her. She tried to put up Protect again, but it didn't work. He dove at her only to be intercepted by Andre. They both tumbled onto the coffee table, breaking it underneath their combined weight. Mr. Roak tried throwing Andre off, but he anchored himself using his twin tails and slapped him twice in the face—hard enough to draw blood. Mr. Roak escaped his third slap as Uniqua whispered something into her hands.

"I wish to heal Naz," she said, tossing a star into the air. It rotated for a bit and then traveled towards Naz.

"GODDAM IT!" Mr. Roak howled. Andre slapped him again knocking him down. He fell to the floor and rolled out the way of Andre's astonishing hit. When he couldn't reach him with his main arms, he used his tail hands to fling a trophy on that was sitting on the mantle. Mr. Roak ducked and cast another illusion, making it seemed like there was many of him. Andre backed up, disconcerted. The multiple Mr. Roaks charged him until they all disappeared and he caught the senior in a headlock and slammed him down to the ground. Uniqua was helping Naz up. But Roak ignored them as he was heading to the bathroom, where Portia was. Before he could reach the bathroom, Vinalia ambushed him, striking him with one of his books against the head and then twirled around rapidly. The flowers in her hair shook off of her and surrounded her in a whirlwind as she hopped and twirled, hitting him with a flurry of razor-sharp petals. He tried blocking, but each petal was leaving a cut on him. She continued releasing this storm of petals until he picked up the book and threw it at her head. She fell back, losing her footing and hit her head against the floor. She didn't give up though. She got up and let out a wave of pale piss colored cloud of sparkly spores. Mr. Roak knew this would paralyze him if he inhaled them or if they got in contact with his skin. And so he phased through the wall leading into the kitchen, avoiding them. Once he did, he was grabbed by Big Smoke who threw him against the table and tried slamming his fists on him. Mr. Roak rolled out the way, showing off his impressive speed and picked up his chair, smashing it against Big Smoke, who ate that like as if he was being pelted by cotton balls. Big Smoke took a deep breath, letting out a loud, stanky ass belch that smelled like digested potato chips. Mr. Roak stumbled back, covering his mouth and nose.

"Holy fucking shit, god fucking damn," he hissed.

Big Smoke hiccupped after the belch and went over to him to grab the teacher, but Mr. Roak slipped out of his grasp and darted away from the senior, knowing Big Smoke was too tanky to do much damage to. He outran him easily, heading to the bathroom with no one trying to intercept him. He kicked the door down and saw Portia awake, with Talon and Jazmin, who'd been waiting for him. Jazmin's eyes glowed gold as the lights burst with power and she let out an electrical bolt like never before. It not only did it knock him back it sent him screaming and reeling, the energy ripped through him and fry sections of his skin and hair. He fell back, collapsing onto the ground, clearly hurt and with little to no fight left in him. Everyone else had whittled away at him and he had no stamina to deal with Jazmin. She looked over at Ms. Roak who was still sleeping as if nothing happened. Mr. Roak breathed steadily, mildly and temporarily paralyzed.

"F-f-f-f-f-fuck all this," he muttered, closing his eyes. Talon rifled through his pockets and pulled out the flash drive. Naz stumbled over to Talon and Jazmin. Portia, who was wrapped in a towel, came out the bathroom, awake and looking healthy.

"Bruh my fuckin' head hurts. This nigga got hands. Since when the fuck do a math teacher got hands?"

Uniqua went outside, casting a wish on Nines and Zanny who were unconscious in the street. People were coming home and watching what the hell was happening. The wish landed on Nines first. She slowly got to her feet, groaning. She felt horrible, but at least she was awake and aware. Zanny was reinvigorated, getting up quickly, feeling the slash marks he received, starting to heal. Vinalia helped up Andre.

"This nigga ain't shit," Talon said, breathing heavily.

"R-right," Mr. Roak said weakly, his eyes still closed as he laid still, still paralyzed, "All this over some slut."

Jazmin held her smartphone behind her back, clicking record.

"…Some stupid slut…"

"Her name's Keisha," Jazmin said angrily.

"Whatever," he grumbled, "I'll have you all arrested for this and you'll spend your entire life in supermax."

"Nigga fuck you! You did foul shit! Fuck you!"

"And why do you care about some pregnant slut?" Mr. Roak grumbled, "She reminds you of you? Think it could have been you I knocked up? Think it could have been you in the ravine instead of her? You're about as fucking stupid as her."

"Nah," Talon said, "She ain't."

Jazmin clicked off her smartphone and smiled in relief. Mr. Roak's eyes widened as she did. He sighed, lying his head back down and closing his eyes in resigned defeat. She walked out the house, tears falling down her face. When she was outside, she hugged Talon tightly, allowing herself to finally feel everything and cry. He hugged her back. She they stood in their embrace, she heard a familiar voice call her name.

"Jazmin!"

Her ears perked up and she turned around to see Strika, looking confused as all fuck, looking around at all the shit that had gone down. Jazmin ran up to Strika, hugging him.

"The…fuck…damn did you break into our math's teacher's house? The fuck—Oh….hi Talon…uh…hi…Portia…why the fuck is she in a towel…bruh…what the hell is happening?"

By sundown the cops were present. Officer Jenny was taking notes at the crime scene, while another officer was comforting a crying Ms. Roak. An investigator had brought a laptop, looking at the contents of the flash drive on it, thoroughly disgusted as they rifled through the IMPORTS folder. Mr. Roak was handcuffed and sitting in the back of a cop car, his face thoroughly bruised and battered. Jazmin sat on the lawn, with a blanket over her, drinking hot tea, watching everything unfold in front of her. She looked up at Uniqua who smiled at her and Jazmin smiled back as Portia gave her statement to the police, wrapped tightly in blankets. Strika sat next to Jazmin.

"Why didn't you tell an adult in the first place?" Strika asked.

"Ion know," Jazmin said, "I-I freaked out. I was afraid to the go to the cops."

"Yeah nah, I feel you," Strika agree, "These cops ain't shit. Even right now, they tryna sniff out if we got any drugs on us, even though y'all basically stopped a whole ass fuckin' kidnapping."

"A-are we going to go to jail?" Jazmin asked.

"Y'all prolly gonna do community service to be honest," Strika said, "By the way…happy first day of summer. Today's officially the last day of the semester."

"Oh…" Jazmin sighed, "I forgot about that."

Strika shrugged, putting an arm around her as Jazmin leaned in.

"Ion know, you prolly won't look cute in orange," Strika said, laughing a bit.

"Did you tell mom?"

Strika nodded, "The fuck else I'm supposed to do? Yea you saved yo friend but you gon be under punishment prolly."

"Ion trust these cops…" Jazmin said, sighing.

"Ion either, but at the least the nigga gon be going to jail. Sometimes, some niggas just gotta get busted bruh."

"Yeah…" Jazmin sighed, sipping the tea again, noticing that Talon was long gone from here and so were Zanny, Big Smoke and Naz. Them niggas dipped out with the quickness, she thought, chuckling to herself. Of course they did. They had no interest in interacting with the cops.

"Welp," Strika said, getting up, "You gave your statement, yea?"

"Yeah," Jazmin affirmed.

Strika sighed, "Iight, let's dip outta here, then."

Jazmin tossed off the blanket and threw the tea out, hugging her big brother. They readied their running stances and blitzed.

And in a flash, they were gone, whooshing by the cops.