#purpose ff

Prologue

“I don’t really give a fuck if you pissed off I just bought a Mac-11 from the thrift store ,Traded for my gold chain & my pistol Shoot a rocket make a mothafucka lift off , Flacko be mobbing all day When niggas out shopping that yay They chopping them choppas they handle my problems cause niggas be plotting these days”

Aaliyah*;

I laid in bed ignoring the beams of sun peaking through my curtains, dreading to leave the one place I call heaven, My bed. I’m far from a morning person but I had to put on my big girl panties & get my ass up out of this bed if I wanted to get to class on time. That double I picked up at the club last night really kicked my ass, Rolling over & reaching for my iPhone off of my night start I sluggishly leaned up against my headboard looking at the time & quickly putting my alarm to mute. “7:00am” in bold white letter danced across my screen, I slipped out of bed & slid my fresh French manicured feet into my fluffy pinky bedroom slippers making my way into the bathroom. freeing myself from my silk black robe I stepped into the shower instantly feeling the steaming hot water hit my soft almond skin freeing me from any tenseness in my body. While doing my daily shower routine I couldn’t help but sing along to the soulful melody of Alica Keys flowing through out my bathroom.

 “Sometimes I loveeee ya’! sometimes you make me blue . Sometimes I feel goood at times I feel used, lovin’ you darlin’ makes me so confused” After completing my routine I ransacked through my closet deciding to settle with some cute ripped jeans, a gray tank top finishing the look off with my all white classic shell top adidas. Walking over to my full length mirror I gave myself a quick glance. It wasn’t my best but it would have to do for today, on my way out the bedroom I grabbed my MK bag & my car keys along with my iPhone. As I walk down the all I could hear the television playing from the living room, Moni must be up early this morning. As I approach the living room heading for the door there Moni sat on the couch wrapped up in her fluffy green Robe with a bowl of captain crunch in her hand unintentionally stuffing her face. “Well someone’s obviously hungry” I stopped in my tracks watching her pig out on her favorite bowl of cereal “Oh shut up, I don’t say anything when you demolish chipotle” she stated with a stale look on her face. Busting out in laughter I wave her off heading to the door once again “ See ya’ after class Moni I’m out” I shouted from the door way, the morning air was anything but inviting. Making my way over to my car I silently curse myself for not bringing a jacket with me even tho’ I had one somewhere in the backseat of my car.

 Once I got to the car I fidget with the car keys, once the door finally become unlocked i glimpsed up noticing a group of dudes standing near the corner. One in particular stood out more then the others, every morning on my way out to class I always see him out & about on this very block. It doesn’t take a rocket science to know that he must obviously be drug dealer, his whole entire screamed “drug dealer” his feet were dressed in all white high top Air Force 1’s , his pants sagged slightly below his behind and his fingers were covered in multiple icy rings. His mouth were filled with gold grills at the bottom of his teeth, he rocked a low fade showcasing his waves .

 His lips were full & pink "Yo.. Yo shorty!“ I quickly snapped back into reality I looked around making sure if I was the "shorty” he was referring too, I indeed was. I rolled my eyes due to his little nickname he gave me. “My name ain’t shorty iite” I said laced with a bit of annoyance & sass. He said something to his boys & then made his way over to me, the closer he got the more I could take in his futures .. I must admit he wasn’t a bad looking guy “ look ion really care what yo’ name is , nor do I wanna know it. I was just trynna be friendly and help your uptight ass out, I seen you pull up late last night I wanted to tell you your left headlight is out & you need to do something about them loud ass breaks.” Now he’s just being a smart ass “Thanks for stating the obvious” he scrunched his face up giving me the most dirties look “ See this exactly why a nigga don’t try to help bitter bitches like you out” bitter bitches like you out was the only thing that registered in my head before I blacked the hell out “ Who the FUCK do your raggedy black ass think you calling a bitter bitch?! Your best bet is to get yo’ ugly ass up outta my face before-” 

Before I could even finish my sentence I was cut off by a male voice coming from behind me “Ayo M you buggin’ B what the fuck wrong with cha’?! you don’t ever come crazy at no female like that.That’s straight bitch shit my nigga!” I was infuriated, I whipped my head around causing my 30 inch Malaysian hair to move in sync with me “Man fuck that bitch Flacko, she straight OD'n” with that being said my hand found it’s way across his face leaving a stinging sensation to my French manicured hand & his now bright red cheek “ Imma get my brother to whoop your ass!” I spat , I raised my hand ready to give him another dose before I was tightly gripped up from behind “Ayo chill ma’ you getting a little crazy now!” His accent was heavy, I turned around as he let his grip on me go. I took in his full futures his dark brown eyes down to his full plump Lips, his skin was the perfect brown, he had his hair styled in box braids that looked like we’re long overdue they were pulled back into a ponytail letting a couple hang loose, his teeth were perfectly straight & pearly white a few of his teeth had gold fillings in the top & bottom, not too much to the point where it looked tacky like the rest of these knuckle heads. His bone structure in his face was stunning, he had a slightly strong jawline. He was dressed down in some Nike sweats & a matching Nike windbreaker along with some fresh J’s that had recently just dropped to complement the outfit. On his wrist sat a iced out watch and it was in fact the real deal no questions asked.