Page 5 of The Hood’s Finest: Jersey & Mylani

Jersey

This had to be the baddest chick I’d encountered in my life.

Everything about her screamed, ‘I’m that bitch,’ but in a confident way.

I watched as she took a seat next to me on the small couch.

I glanced over and saw my brother Houston grinning hard at me.

I just shook my head because I knew he would try to clown me later.

“So, you gone tell me your name, or do I have to call you Passion?”

“Passion is fine until I feel comfortable enough to give you my real name. I don’t know you like that.”

“I can respect it.”

“Passion, Sway said you have all of two seconds to start shaking yo’ ass before he comes up here.” We were interrupted by another dancer, who was obviously jealous of the fact that Passion was where she wanted to be.

“I told you. Let me go back down before he comes up here tripping and shit.”

“Nah, you good. Aye, tell Sway that she’s working this section tonight.”

“Why just her? You need me to keep you company, too?” ol’ girl asked, poking her exposed hip out.

“Nah, I’m straight. He can send some other girls though. You being too thirsty. I’on like needy bitches.”

“Nigga, I ain’t needy!” she snapped.

“But you are a thirsty bitch, so I’ll pass.” I went back to my conversation that I was having with Passion before I was rudely interrupted.

“Nigga, you ain’t shit for that.” My brother Memphis laughed.

“Not my problem.”

“That was mean.” Passion giggled.

“That was real. I can’t stand a begging ass bitch. Like, I get it, but let me offer it to you first,” I explained. Instead of responding, she simply nodded and took a sip from her drink.

“But check it. These my brothers, Memphis and Houston.” I introduced my brothers to Passion, and everyone exchanged hellos. The deejay started playing Future’s “Freak Hoe” right when the other girls came in.

“Let a nigga get a dance,” I requested.

I watched as she set her drink on the small table beside us before she got up and started catching up with the beat.

I sipped on my drink as I watched her twerk her ass to the beat.

She wasn’t like these other girls in here.

She moved in a more sensual, rhythmic fashion, almost like the music was taking over her body.

She turned around and stared a nigga dead in the eyes as she continued to dance to the beat.

Shit was hypnotizing as fuck. I sat up to give shawty all my attention, making crispy bills rain all over her sexy ass, when my night went to shit.

“Really, Jersey? You can sit here and rain money on this bitch like you don’t have a child to take care of?” Shanna came into my section, acting like the dumbass ghetto bird she was. I didn’t give two shits about what she was saying, though. She knew my son was well taken care of.

“Man, Shanna, I ain’t got time for your shit tonight, bruh. If you came to party, I suggest you go back and do that,” I warned.

“I ain’t doing shit until you tell this bitch to leave.”

I set my drink on the table that was off to the side and stood up from the couch that I was previously enjoying my view from.

“Yo, what the fuck is you doing? I don’t know what you got going on, but you know I ain’t that nigga. Keep showing out for your busted ass friends and watch how fast I embarrass yo’ ass in here.” I glowered down at her, waiting for her to say something so I could choke her lil’ ass out.

“Fuck you, Jersey! You and that bitch!” she yelled before turning to leave.

“Look, I don’t know why you got a problem with me, but you need to chill with all the name calling,” Passion warned.

“Bitch, fuck you! You need to back the fuck up from my baby daddy!”

“You got it. Looks like I already got your child support money, anyway.”

“Bitch!” Shanna bellowed before attacking Passion. The shit happened so fast I didn’t have time to react fast enough.

I jumped in to break the shit up, but Passion was putting in some serious work on Shanna’s ass. I was finally able to break the two apart, but not before Passion elbowed the shit outta me in the chin.

“Fuck,” I grunted. “Aye, calm down, shawty.”

“I’ma see you, bitch! Believe that! Jersey, I got something for yo’ bitch ass too!” Shanna yelled as she was escorted out the section. I would deal with her ass later.

“Yo, you good?” I asked Passion, surveying her face for any damage. Shanna scratched her up pretty good.

“Yeah, I’m straight,” she uttered.

“Look, I’on fuck with her like that. I’on like that shit she just pulled, so I’ma handle that.”

“You don’t have to. I’m good. I’ma get my stuff and go. I’m not going back out there with my face scratched up like this.”

“You driving?” I probed. I remembered watching her and her sister walk down the block when I ran into them earlier.

“No. I’ll get an Uber.”

“Nah, I’ll take you home. It’s too late for you to be riding by yourself, and you got money on you and shit.” Muthafuckas were crazy these days, and I couldn’t have that shit on my conscience.

“You don’t have to do that. I got a blade and mace on me.”

“That’s all good, shawty, but I ain’t that nigga to let you go out like that. I got you.” She didn’t say anything else before nodding and heading to the back to get her things.

“Nigga, the fuck was that?” Memphis questioned when I got back over to where they were.

“Some bullshit. You know how Shanna’s ass is.

She can’t pass up a moment to act like a fucking hood rat.

I’m up, though. Bitch just ruined my fucking night.

I’ll get up with y’all boys.” I dapped my brothers up and went down to wait for Passion.

I posted up on the wall in the hallway that led to the dressing room to wait for her to come out.

“You need something, baby?” a stripper asked once she saw me.

“I’m good. I’m waiting for Passion.”

“Passion?”

“That’s what I said, ain’t it?” I hated being questioned, and this hoe was acting like I was in an interrogation room.

“What you need with her? I’m pretty sure I can be of better assistance.”

“Look, my mama didn’t raise me to be disrespectful to women, but right now, you acting like a sack chasing ass hoe that don’t know when a nigga is being nice.

That right there is the reason you will never be chosen, shawty.

” I leaned off the wall when I saw Passion emerging from the dressing room.

She looked between me and ol’ girl while she approached us.

“You ready?”

“I told you I’m good.”

“And I told you I’m not that kind of nigga. So, again, are you ready?”

“I guess so.” She walked past the girl, who was still standing there for whatever reason, then proceeded to head to the front of the club. I stayed back, just in case one of these niggas tried to pull some fuck shit.

We finally dispersed through the crowd and made it outside.

“My car is this way,” I directed. I took the fob out so that she could know which one was mine.

Like inside the club, I walked behind her.

Once we got close enough, I stepped around her and opened the passenger door before taking her bag and putting it in the back.

Taking one last look around the parking lot, I got in the driver’s seat and pulled off.

You could never be too careful these days.

Muthafuckas were always waiting in the cut, hoping to catch you slipping. I refused to be that nigga.

“Where we going?” I asked, pulling out of the club’s parking lot.

“I stay off Carson, on Tidewell.” I nodded and proceeded to our destination.

“How long you been working at that club?” I asked, trying to engage in some sort of conversation.

“About three months. I used to work at one out of town, but it got too expensive to go. When I heard about this one, I jumped at the opportunity.”

“I can dig it. You like that shit? I mean, it’s nothing wrong with it… it’s a job. You don’t look like the type that seems to make a career out the shit, though.”

“You’re right. It’s a job. I only started dancing after my mom started skipping out on paying the bills.

I couldn’t have my lil’ sister suffer because our mom has her priorities all wrong.

” I listened and started to feel bad as fuck.

Without saying it, I knew her mom was a hoe or a junkie.

If it was the latter, ten times outta ten, I supplied her with the shit.

“Damn, shawty, that’s a fucked up situation to be in. How old are you?”

“Twenty-three.”

“Oh, you a youngin?” I joked.

“You can’t be too much older than me, unless you some old perv like the dude from the club.”

“Hell nah. That nigga old enough to be my damn daddy. I’m twenty-six though, the oldest of my brothers. How old your sister?”

“She’s sixteen.”

I noticed she got a somber look on her face when I mentioned her sister, so I let the shit go.

I knew how people could get about their folk.

I pulled up along the side of the house that she said was hers and put the car in park.

Shawty stayed in the heart of the hood, but I wasn’t worried in the least. Niggas would rather try Jesus than me.

“Thanks for the ride,” she said, handing me a twenty-dollar bill.

“Don’t insult me, ma. I told you I ain’t that nigga. If I needed your money, I wouldn’t have offered. You can give me your number, though.” I smirked, throwing that in for good measure.

Laughing, she reached out her hand for my phone, and I handed that shit right over. I watched as she put her number in and saved it before handing it back to me.

“Mylani? Oh, I get your government now?” I asked.

“I mean, you know where I work and stay. You might as well have it. Thanks for the ride again.” I watched her walk through the gate and go inside. I pulled off after making sure she made it inside the house safe. This definitely wouldn’t be the last time I saw her lil’ sexy ass.