Me and my three homeboys were almost like brothers and had been that way since middle school. That being said, we pranked each other all the time. Sometimes the pranks went a little overboard but we never caused physical harm to one another or anything like that. My boy Zahir crossed a line when he pissed in my apple juice one day and I spent over a month trying to figure out how to get him back. Since he’d put his piss in something that I ended up drinking, I knew it had to be a food or drink prank that I got him back with. One day while sitting in my room doing homework, I came up with the best way to get him to taste my revenge.

          My mama had a recipe book in the kitchen and the easiest thing in it was the recipe for brownies. I checked the fridge and cabinets to make sure she had everything I’d need to make them. I only had a few hours to pull it all off before she and my dad got off work, so I wasted no time. Once I had everything mixed up and the oven preheated, I got ready to add the main revenge ingredient: my cum. I’d thought of the nastiest way to get that nigga back for pissing in my apple juice and I had no regrets about it. So, I pulled up a porn video on Pornhub of a girl playing with her pussy on my phone. I jacked off until I caught my nut, shooting all my cum into the brownie mix. That nut felt good as fuck but I knew it would feel even better getting revenge on Zahir.

                           Me (Tyreke), Zahir & my other homeboys

          “Nigga, you play too much,” he said after I let him into my house. “You knew I was out there for that long ass time.”

          “Man, I was up in my room,” I lied.

          “Yeah, right. You still trippin’ because I put piss in your apple juice. You might as well get me back and get over with it, Tyreke.”

          “Bruh, I already told you I’m over that shit. Why would I hit you up and ask you to come over and then not come to the door when you got here? I didn’t get your text sayin’ you was outside. My phone been actin’ shitty since I accidentally dropped it the other day.”

          My stepbrother Rashad got on my last nerve. He was only a few months older than me, yet he treated me like I was some pesky annoying little stepbrother. Our parents—my mom and his dad—got married in 2003 and for a little while, Rashad put on an act like he was happy to have me as a stepbrother. By 2008, he was treating me like shit and picking on me all the time because I was small and skinny and didn’t play football for our high school like him. Since he was popular and had friends, he was rarely home which was fine with me. However, when he was home, he made sure to mess with me.

          “Where’s my camera?” I asked him as I stood in his doorway.

          “Boy, you know not to come into my room,” he said with an attitude. “Especially when I have company over.”

          “Man, chill,” said his friend Damien. “Why you gotta talk to your lil’ bro like that.”

          “Step-bro,” Rashad corrected him. He then looked back at me and asked, “What the fuck do you want, Micah?”

          “I want my camera. Where is it?”

                                                    Me (Micah)

          He did that stupid laugh of his and lied, “I don’t know. Check your gay ass room again.”

          “Rashad, don’t make me go get your dad. He’ll ground you and I know you plan on leaving to go hang out with your braindead friends, no offense Damien.”

          “None taken,” Damien said while looking at his phone.

          “I don’t have your camera, Micah,” Rashad lied. “Sorry. You can go get my dad all you want, but I don’t have your camera.”

          “Rashad, I swear to…”

          “I don’t have your fuckin’ camera! Now get the fuck out of my room, man! Shit!”

          “Alright, fine. Just know that I’m done with your shit.”

          I left his room but stayed out in the hallway because I heard Damien ask him, “What did you do with his camera for real?”

          After a moment of silence, Rashad laughed and told him, “I got it hidden in my closet. I’m gonna use it to tape me and Tamika fuckin’ this weekend while my parents are out of town.”

                                                     Rashad

          When I heard him say that, it was like a fuse went off inside me. I was already coming up with a plan as I headed back to my room. My digital camera was a gift from my real dad that past Christmas and Rashad had no right taking it without my permission. I was fed up with his bullshit after that and I had to get him back. He always called me a nerd and a loner, but he had no idea what I was capable of. I was into things neither he nor our parents knew about.