Free Secrets of a Side Bitch 2 by Jessica Watkins

hold me down until I figured things out.
    I was still living in the motel. Although, on the days I kicked it with Gia, I stayed at her place.
    Gia .
    Man, just the thought of that girl made me smile like a bitch as I walked through Ford City Mall. I was just walking around the mall wish shopping; wasting time until it was time to hook up with Gia later on that night. That girl definitely made my current situation not so bad. She was a bad ass chick and was a whole lot of fun. We always just laughed, drank, kicked it, and had a good ass time.
    Let ’s not even touch on how good that pussy was.
    Jesus !
    That pussy was tight as air; like she hadn’t had dick in years. She responded to the dick in the same manner; like it was new to her. I don’t know if she just had some good pussy or if older pussy just knew how to fuck better. Either way, I was sold. If I could fuck with shorty and sleep in a house that smelled like Febreze, rather than a stankin’ ass motel, I was more than good with that.
    “Yo ’, Chance!”
    I was caught off guard when I heard my name as I stood staring into the window of Foot Locker at the new Jordans. They were damn near three hundred dollars so they would never touch my feet, but it didn’t hurt to look.
    “Aw, man! What ’s up, my dude?” When I turned to see who was calling me, I recognized Capone. Instantly, I wondered what in the hell he was doing on this side of town. I knew him from out west. We went to high school together. Eventually he dropped out of high school because he was getting money on the streets.
    As we shook up, I asked him, “ What you doin’ out here?”
    “Naw, man. What you doin’ out here?”
    We were both raised out west. It was rare to see Westside niggas on the Southside; especially Capone. He got money all day on a block near Lexington House. I walked by him slangin’ on a daily basis. I would even ask him to put me on. He always refused though. Even though we were around the same age, he would always tell me that I needed to just stay in school so that I could get out of Lexington and make a better life for myself.
    “I moved out here a few weeks ago ,” was the condensed version that I told him.
    “ What happened to you? I heard on the streets that you had just up and disappeared.”
    Automatically, my heart started skipping beats, but I knew Capone couldn ’t possibly know anything about Aeysha. It was the guilt that automatically made my blood pressure rise just because he referenced how I up and left town.
    “I went to Minnesota. Tried to get on.”
    “Tried?”
    “Yea. I got robbed, to be honest,” I told him with an embarrassing laugh.
    Laughing along with me, Capone said, “That’s fucked up, joe.”
    Capone motioned for me to follow him inside of Foot Locker. As I did, we kept rapping; catching up on niggas we use to hang with and bitches we use to fuck with out west. He tried on so many pair of shoes that I got tired of watching. First thing he did was cop them new Jays, on top of about five other joints.
    I was jealous as hell.
    “Aye, man. You still servin’?”
    As Capone and I walked out of the Foot Locker, he held a slick grin on his face. I knew he was selling drugs. No way was he working a nine to five, and no way was he able to drop over a grand on gym shoes on a whim unless he was about to get that grand right back in fast money.
    “Something like that,” was his answer.
    “You got some work for me?”
    He looked cautious. He looked at nothing in particular as we slowed our pace outside of the Foot Locker. “Honestly, I could use some more manpower that I trust. Me and my nigga thinking about setting up shop on a new block in the burbs.”
    Now, my heart was racing in anticipation. My mouth started to water with greed. Capone saw the happiness in my face that I didn’t even try to hide and laughed.
    He still looked reluctant though, so I started to practically beg for a chance to get put on. “C’mon, Capone, man. I need