Salty: A Ghetto Soap Opera (Drama In The Hood) (3 page)

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When the girls pulled up in front of Peter's house, Jazz called him to let him know they were outside. Peter came out, unlocked his gate and escorted the girls into the house.

“
Ain’t this about a bitch?” Yay thought, when she walked in the house and saw Ken with some Puerto Rican girl. She looked at Jazz who looked at Peter. Peter just hunched his shoulders as if he didn’t know why Ken brought that girl over there. Jazz sensed her cousin’s vibe. She was not happy at all. And neither was Jazz. That was not the plan.

“
You ready?” Jazz asked, looking at Ken like he was her date and he dissed her for another girl.

No this stupid little girl did not just say that out loud, thought Yay.

“
Ready for what we just got here, damn, relax girl. She said. She then looked at Ken;

“
Hi Ken.”

He looked at Yay, threw his head up as a way of saying what’s up, and continued talking to his girl.

Jazz did not speak to him, she didn’t know him like that, and plus she did not like his attitude. She could tell he thought he was all that.

“
What y’all drinking?” Peter asked.

Jazz hunched her shoulders. Yay told him that she wanted brown. Jazz said her too. Peter walked over to the bar and made the girls their drinks.

“
XO on the rocks.” he announced as he handed them their drinks. He then rolled up a blunt and they enjoyed each other’s company. Ken and his girl stayed to themselves.

“
It’s real fucked up when your own blood do you in. I guess when they said keep your grass cut low so you can see the snakes they weren't excluding family!"

Chapter 1

The Present

Higher than an eagle off that Kush, Peter and Kendrick sat on their front porch in a zone observing the festivities that took place on their block. Young girls were playing jump rope; middle school boys were slap boxing, trying to impress the girls who they assumed were watching. Cruising up the block sitting on gold D's and bumping Soldier Boy’s latest hit, the hood ice cream truck was ready to supply its customers with everything from candy, ice cream, chili cheese chips and more. The aroma from the BBQ function up the block filled the two homeys’ nostrils and broke them away from their thoughts.

“
I'm cool on Big Twin’s shit today. His baby momma forever coming through starting shit. Then she wanna call the police when he slap her ass. Aye, that Bar-B-Q do smell good, tho!"

When Ken didn't get an immediate response, he glanced over at Peter. He shook his head when he noticed who had Pete’s attention. It was the young hoochie next door: Sabrina. She was getting dropped off in a white Chevy Impala SS a few houses down from her house by a dude who looked to be at least 18 years her senior. Sabrina was only fifteen, all the make-up she wore didn't make her look any older, but her banging ass body and the things she'd let a nigga do for some paper, made most dudes forget her age.

"Ho or not, she’s only 15 nigga." Ken stressed.

“
And? So what? Shit, I'm only 22. Besides, I ain't going to do nothing to her she ain't already had done.” Peter responded, never taking his eyes off Sabrina.

Ken shook his head in disgust. Did his childhood friend have any morals?

"That's crazy. You'll put your dick in anything.”

Once Sabrina was out of Peter's eyesight, meaning walking through her front door, Peter responded.

“
That’s not true. The only things I go in are warm holes and they gotta be attached to a female."

Shaking his head, Ken replied, “Yeah, whatever. You burnt my nigga.”

"Call me what you want, but you won't call me a gay. If Yay-Yay crazy ass wasn't on her way, I would have hollered at shorty. I know she’s waiting on me to say the word and she gon be ready. I see how she be checking for a nigga.”

Ken cracked a half-smile.
This fool is unbelievable. That's my nigga, tho.

“
Don't you mean Jazz?

“
Nope. Jazz is at dance practice. Yay-Yay on her way over, tho. You know she be acting all jealous when she sees a nigga talking to anybody else besides her or Jazz.”

“
You crazy. You don't think you playing it close?” Ken asked.

“
Nope. Why you say that?”

“
Why? 'Cuz, you already hitting your girl’s relative, and now you trying to hit Sabrina’s young ass. Nigga, Sabrina’s right next door. I swear you playing with fire.”

“
I'm a man… A man with needs.”

Ken cocked his head sideways and looked at Peter with a curious stare.

“
Don't tell me Jazz still ain't gave you none?”

“
Nope! She still talking that shit about waiting until she turns eighteen. I can respect that, but I gotta take care of me, you feel me?”

Kendrick laughed, “Well in that case, it is what it is. But you still a cold ass nigga."

"Pretty much." Peter agreed and licked his lips.

Just as the two finished their conversation, Yay-Yay’s high yellow, bow legged, hooched out, sexy ass walked up.

"Hey Boo." She greeted, Peter. She then walked over and ran her hand through his curly hair. “What’s up with you?”

She wants something.
Peter thought. Yay ain't nice unless she has a reason.

“
Chilling.” Peter said.

Yay looked over at Ken. “What's up square.” She said in a playful tone.

"Square? I got your square. Peter you better learn how to keep ‘em in line."

Yay-Yay rolled her eyes; she then directed her attention back on Peter.

“
Here” She said, tossing him a Swisher, and then a bag a purple haze. “Roll this. I'll be back. I hope you got some ice.”

When she turned to walk in the house both Peter and Ken caught a glimpse of her ass.

“
Damn.” Peter mumbled.

Not my type
. Ken thought to himself.

When Yay came back out of the house, she had a cup in her hand of Vodka and juice mixed. Sipping from the cup she eyed Peter seductively. Peter wasn't all that good looking: standing at an even six foot, mocha skin tone, with big brown eyes and natural curly hair you would think that was the reason he was a ladies man. Nope, like Yay, the females were attracted to how freely he gave his money, what he could do with his tongue, and the monster that hung between his legs. Yay’s eyes followed Peter's hand as he passed Ken the blunt. Now he was the one that was fine to Yay. Ken is 6'2, unlike Peter, Ken has a nice build, dark as they come and wears his hair in a fade. Yay wished she could find out what he was working with. She always said if she ever got a chance to give Ken some, she would put it on him so good he would change his mind about fucking with girls of Yay’s caliber. Ken claimed he didn't mess with girls who did not know the difference between acting like a lady and a ghetto diva. That day Jazz brought Yay to Peter’s house in hopes of them hooking up, he damn near chocked on his soda laughing so hard when Peter begged him to chill with her. He already knew how Yay got down; the bitch was a ho.

“
Please, please just for today” Peter begged.

“
Hell fucking no. What I look like fucking with a stripper? Shit, being a stripper ain't half as bad as fucking with a gold digging hood rat, and she's both.”

Peter kept on begging. So what Ken did to let him know he was serious: he called his Puerto Rican hottie from the valley over and chilled with her all up in Yay’s face. Yay did not want to feel played, so she stayed and chilled. She had never been so aggravated and jealous, watching Jazz laugh off of all Peter’s corny jokes, and Ken and his stuck-up bitch having a good time talking about whatever that was stupid. Like college and her week at work.
If I really wanted to, I can fuck either one of their niggas. Yay’s ego told her.
And just like her ego said, she had Peter; he was wrapped around her finger. He paid her car note and kept money in her pockets. He was breaking her off at least five hundred a month on top of what she was making for selling X pills for him and Ken. Her ego told her, i
t may take a little more work, but she would have Ken one day too.
We'll see! After Ken was done hitting the blunt he passed it back to Peter. Yay jumped up from the window sill she was sitting on.

"Excuse you nigga. You gon’ learn today on how to rotate somebody else’s shit."

Kendrick ignored her. He wasn't tripping off nothing Yay-Yay was talking about. He did what he did on purpose. He simply didn't like the hood rat bitch.

  “
Peter, give me my shit.” She said, and tried to take it out of his hand.

"Watch out.” He said, moving his hand.

“
Watch out my ass. Give me my shit. I ain't playing.”

Peter looked her up and down slowly, he licked his lips.

“
Let me give you a charge?” He told her.

Yay looked at Ken one last time, rolled her eyes, and then walked over to Peter and climbed on his lap. He stared at her perfect set of 38D cups and again licked his lips. The softness of her ass and the fact that she didn't wear any panties under that jean skirt had Peter extra hard. He slapped her on the ass.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you." He told her.

"I know." She replied.

Peter blew the ash off the blunt, and looked up at Yay-Yay while putting the lit end of the blunt in his mouth. Yay then leaned forward pressing her breast against his chest and placed her mouth on the other end of the blunt; it looked as if they were kissing.

This nigga Peter is a fool. I wonder if he really likes this bitch.

Kendrick’s thoughts where interrupted when the dark-brown complexion cutie walked up. Jazz looked like Kelly Rowland from Destiny Child, but a little shorter with a nicer frame. Ken hit Peter on the leg,

“
Here come Jazz", he mumbled.

Peter wanted to push Yay-Yay off of him, but that would make him look guilty. So he didn't stop with the charge until Yay-Yay’s lungs couldn't take any more of the Kush smoke, which was about a second after Jazz walked onto the porch.

Hands on hips, Jazz snapped,

“
Yalonda, what are you doing sitting on my man like that, and Peter what the hell are you doing with your hands on her ass?”

Yalanda was pissed off when she heard her cousin's voice.

What the fuck was she doing over so early? This bitch always fucking some shit up.
She thought.

After coughing out her lungs she answered Jazz with a question,

"Why aren't you at dance practice?"

She got up off Peter's lap. She then coughed some more. When she was done, she asked another question,

"And what it look like? He was giving me a charge!”

She picked up her drink and took a sip from it and went back and sat on the tip of the window sill.

“
What I tell you about acting so jealous? Yay-Yay’s family, man." Peter said.

Jazz looked over at her pretty cousin and gave a weak smile.

“
Okayyyyy. Don't nobody want Peter but your ass." Yay-Yay lied.

Jazz ignored her comment. Instead, she acknowledged Ken who just stared straight ahead.

“
Hey, Ken. How are you?"

“
What’s up, Jazz?" He said, getting up.

He was ready to bounce being around the trio. Peter, Yay-Yay, and Jazz aggravated the fuck out of him. For one, Yay and Pete were scandalous, and for two, Jazz was dumb as hell. How in the fuck she can't see the two are making a fool of her?

"Alright, homey, get at me. I'm about to have Yay make a few drops."

"Where?" Kendrick replied.

“
Them niggas in Pasadena want some, some niggas on the Eastside of LA, and some bitches she know in Watts. And then the regular at the club."