Free Salty: A Ghetto Soap Opera (Drama In The Hood) by Aleta Williams Page B

walked in the house with a nasty frown on her face. She rolled her eyes at Peter. She then looked at Sabrina. She shook her head. She was about to make a comment about her busted lip, but when she noticed the dude that was sitting next to Sabrina, he caught her by surprise. It was the dude from the club; the one that she wanted, but couldn't stand because he messed with White-Girl. Wack smirked at Yay-Yay’s uneasiness. Yay rolled her eyes.
     
    "How you know him?" She asked walking over to the bar to make herself a drink.
     
    "He the homey; why?"
     
    "Homey. Humph."
     
    She looked at Sabrina.
     
    "Don't tell me his white bitch bust your lip?"
     
    She shook her head as if it was true. Wack smiled. He knew Yay was taking a shot at him. He also knew that she had a little crush on him and was mad because she wasn't use to being ignored. What she did not know was that he was digging her too, but his focus at the time was getting his hoes trained to trust him and obey. So far, he only had Sabrina and Savannah, which neither knew about the other. But it would not be long before he had his stable in order. He didn't have time for Yay-Yay’ ass. A girl of her caliber was trouble: A straight drama queen.

 
    Sabrina could not respond to Yay’s question if she wanted to. The effects from the pill and the alcohol were taking control over her. She sat there quietly trying to understand what the voices in her head were telling her. Yay didn't know that Sabrina was under the influence. All she knew was that she was getting ignored. And she did not like it.
     
    “ What you can't talk?” She asked Sabrina. She then looked at Wack, “Can you tell her to answer my question?”
     
    "Little momma you don't know me. Keep your mouth shut." Wack said.
     
    Wack’s gaze told Yay that he wasn't like the other dudes she got smart with. He was to be taken seriously. But it was too late to back down now.
     
    "You don't know yourself. You're confused." Yay shot back.
     
    "Why you coming at that man like that?" Peter intervened.
     
    "Shut up." She told Peter.
     
    "I ain't tripping off that immature shit."
     
    Immature, she thought? She’d never been called that before. A bitch, stuck-up, sassy, and a whole bunch of other names that described her character well, but immature? She was a little embarrassed by the comment. Instead of getting smart she spoke to Peter.
     
    "Peter I need 100 of them." Yay said.  
     
    Peter looked at Wack,
     
    "I'll be back. Let me handle this. Y'all can make yourself another drink if you want to. Fire up something."
     
    He walked down the hall into his guest room/office to retrieve the product. In his mind he promised his self that he wasn't going to fuck with Yay anymore in no kind of way; she was starting to be too much trouble. Every day it got worst.
     
    Wack got up and made him another drink. Yay watched Sabrina as she stared in space. She wanted to ask Sabrina what her young ass was doing over there, but went against it. Wack eyed Yay as he stood at the bar pouring his drink. Yay glanced over at him, but turned her head. It was something about him that mad her uncomfortable. To hide her nervousness, she picked up the Ink magazine off the coffee table. She began to flip through the pages. She could feel Wack still staring at her. She couldn't hold her tongue any longer.
     
    “ What, damn!” She said, looking up from the magazine.
     
    Wack did not respond. She looked up at him.
     
    “ Something got your tongue?” She smirked like she was amused.
     
    "That shit ain't attractive." He told her.
     
    "Neither is the white bitch you fucking." She said, and jumped up from the stool she was sitting on, and walked over to Peter who was making his way back into the living room. Peter handed her the bag of pills.
     
    “ I gave you 150 just in case.” He told her.
     
    "Do I call you or Ken?" She asked.
     
    "Ken." He said.
     
    "That's fine.” She put her hands on her hips and added, “I need