Two Sides to a Love Story: Rico & Raja's Story

by Natavia

  Rico was rocking a fade on the sides with the back shaped up into a Mohawk. I gave him designs on the sides with all of these crazy lines. His hair is thick and curly so the hair cut I gave him made him look sexy as hell.

  A woman comes over to us and she looks bad. She is very light with freckles and red- brownish stringy like hair. Her clothes are dirty and her teeth are yellow and rotten. The whole top row is almost gone. She smelled horrible and I frowns my nose up.

  “Rico, can I hold something? I know you got it!” she says to him.

  “Fuck no! I don’t have it Sissy! Get the fuck out of my face!” he says getting angry and his body tenses up.

  “Pleasseeee, I need it. I will suck your dick!” she says drawing attention. She started itching bad and I knew she must have been geeking for a while.

  “What the fuck you just say? Don’t you see my shorty right here? Have some respect! Get your nasty ass away from me,” he says.

  “That’s how you talk to your mama?” she asked him. He looks at her disgusted and hurt. I was even disgusted at how high she wants to get that she offers to suck her son dick for some cash.

  “I don’t have no damn mama,” he grits. She reaches out, trying to touch his face but he smacks her hands away.

  “Don’t put those nasty ass fingers on me, Sissy! Get the fuck away from me!” he tells her reviving up his four-wheeler. I climb on the back then grab him around the waist, putting my bandana up covering my face from nose down.

  “I need ten dollars,” she says with tears in her eyes, geeking. Then she starts making this croaking noise like her throat was itching.

  Rico just takes off speeding down the street. He could’ve warned me because I almost fell off. Corey and Killa and a few other guys were behind. Corey speeds up then pops a wheelie shirtless, with a bandana around his face. Tee-Tee speeds past him, cutting him off. Those two stay showing out! We hear sirens and that was the chase. It’s illegal to ride these through the streets.

  “Hold on, shorty!” Rico yells over his shoulder. I looked behind me and a cop car was speeding up on us followed by several more. I started panicking. “Nigga, we about to get locked the fuck up!” I scream. He cuts off a car turning down some side street. The officer is on our tail. Corey and Tee-Tee been got ghost. Killa was right behind them. Jamie stayed back making arrangements for our vehicles to get back to our houses because there is no way in hell we are going back.

  Rico starts zooming in and out of lanes and cutting sharp turns. The way he is handling this big ass four-wheeler is a turn on. Our shirts are blowing because of the speed. It feels like my breasts are about to pop out of my bra.

  I looks behind us. “Pull the vehicle over now!” the cop shouted out of the loud speaker.

  “Raja, hold on tight and wrap your legs around me. Close your eyes so the wind don’t burn them!” he says and I did what I was told. I’m cussing his ass out if we make it home. I should’ve hung out with Tataliscious.

  All of a sudden the engine purred then we took off cutting a corner so sharp we almost tipped over. He then turns around facing the officer. I opened my eyes and we are at a dead end. I started crying. “Rico I’m too damn short to be going to jail!” I tell him.

  “Shorty, I got this,” he says moving the handles back and forth. The engine all of a sudden got really loud. Rico can deny it if he wants but his four-wheeler has to be specially made.

  The officer steps out of his car; he was a short, fat, white, pudgy man.

  “Step off and put your damn hands in the air,” he says with his gun drawn. I started shaking. It’s just us two in a small alley. He is going to kill us and probably get away with it.

  All of a sudden Rico takes off, lifting the four-wheeler up riding right on top of the police car. We came down spinning around, almost tilting over. He shifts his body to keep it from falling then he just zooms down the street. A smile spreads across my face as I hug him tighter.

  We turns down a dirt road and it’s Tee-Tee, Corey and Killa laughing at us.

  “I want my money niggas,” Rico says to Killa and Corey.

  They start laughing. “You are a slick little nigga!” Killa says paying up.

  “Nigga, come out those pockets,” he tells Corey.

  “Damn yo, you hurting my pockets! Crazy ass nigga,” Corey jokes, but the nerve of him to keep telling Rico he is crazy.

  “Nigga, your ass is crazy too!” I say.

  “Raja? Damn shorty, I didn’t even know you was still on there. I thought that nigga was going to come back crying that you fell off! I know your ass was flying around his neck like a scarf,” he says and they all start laughing. I even had to laugh.

  Tee-Tee punches him on the arm. “Leave Raja alone! You run your mouth to much,” she tells him.

  “Damn Tee-Tee, you act like Raja’s our daughter,” he says and I roll my eyes.

  “Ay y’all, chill the fuck out!” Rico says and Corey laughs.

  “What was the bet about anyway?” I asked them then everyone got quiet.

  “What?” Then they all just started looking at each other falling out.

  “We bet that Rico can take the police on a chase with you still hanging on! Corey argued that you were too small to stay on and that the wind would blow you away. Rico’s dumb ass actually challenged him that you could stay on,” Tee-Tee tells me. I hop off then cocks back hitting Rico in the face.

  “You bitch!” I tell him and he laughs even harder. I start walking away.

  “Hey shorty, come here!” Rico calls out.

  “Raja, it’s raccoons around here bigger than you! I don’t think you should be walking by yourself,” Corey says then he and Rico start arguing. I shake my head because those motherfuckers together make me sick.

  “Fuck y’all!” They start laughing at my high-pitched voice. I hate when I get mad then my voice sounds squeaky. Rico hops off the four-wheeler.

  “I’m sorry shorty,” Rico says walking behind me.

  He catches up to me picking me up. “Why you tripping Raja? It’s just fun! Loosen up, shit! You know I wasn’t going to let something happen to you,” he says.

  “Nigga, you look like you about to burp her,” Corey shouts out and they start laughing. I started laughing too because Rico is holding me like a baby.

  “I hate your ass sometimes, you know that?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck as he kisses my cheek.

  “Whatever, Raja,” he says smiling at me with his handsome face.

  “Your young ass,” I tell him and he puts me down.

  “With a grown man dick,” he responds. He wasn’t lying about that.

  Raja

  I wake up to loud voices. I look out the window and its Rico and Corey outside with a pick-up truck. Rico carries a wooden board that he uses for his side jobs. He angles it on the back of the pick-up truck like a slope. I just look out the window because these niggas do weird shit. I know on weekends Rico goes out and works on repairing sheds, garages and things like that, but he usually takes Mashawn or Tarae with him.

  Rico gets into my smart car starting it up. He drives my car up the wooden board onto the back of Corey’s pick-up. I grab my robe running down the steps, opening up the front door.

  “What the fuck y’all looney ass niggas doing to my damn car?” I yell and Corey laughs.

  “Nigga ain’t shit funny with your mental ass! Rico, get the fuck out of my car!” I yell at the top of my lungs. It’s eight in the morning and these niggas are fucking with me. Rico and Corey are about to give me high blood-pressure. Yesterday Rico takes me on a high-speed chase on his four-wheeler and now today he’s messing with my car.

  Rico opens the door squeezing through the tight space. Corey puts the tail-gate up. Rico jumps off, “What you yelling for girl?” he asks me. Corey passes him a blunt.

  “Rico, why you have my baby up on that truck?” I ask.

  “I’m giving it away. I told you I was tired of that damn car,” he says blowing smoke out.

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nbsp; “What the fuck I’m going to drive dumb-ass? I can’t drive your big ass Range Rover! You making me fucking sick right about now!” I tell him.

  “Nigga, where my money at?” Rico asks Corey, ignoring me.

  “Y’all niggas still betting? Do y’all have a fucking life?” I ask.

  Corey goes into his pocket slapping the money into Rico’s hand like he always does.

  “Corey, aren’t you tired of going broke?” I ask, because he’s always losing to Rico.

  “Never that shorty! But I’m not betting this nigga shit no more! Got me out here all early! This doesn’t make no damn sense. I should fuck him up for calling me,” Corey says angrily.

  “Well nigga, you should’ve said no! Soon as I told you let’s bet to see if Raja car can fit on the back of a pick-up, you came fast ass shit,” Rico says and I cut my eyes at him.

  “You damn right nigga! I had to see this shit for myself,” Corey says laughing.

  “I can’t understand how Tee-Tee is fixin’ to marry your simple ass! It’s disgusting!” I tell Corey, balling my fist up. I can’t stand his ass!

  “Raja, I know you not balling those little fists up at me shorty. You better calm the fuck down. You lucky you my lil nigga’s shorty or else I will smack your ass,” Corey says then Rico grills him, ready to say something to him, until someone pulls up in our driveway. What was I thinking messing with someone who belongs to the FAM? These people are crazy as hell!

  Royal gets out of a new, black Jeep Cherokee. Cam is one lucky woman because that nigga is fine as hell. You can tell he’s a boss by the way he carries himself.

  “About time nigga! These motherfuckers crazy! What took you so damn long? You know I don’t like waiting damn,” Corey says to Royal.

  “Nigga, you better chill my G!” Royal laughs in his deep voice.

  “I was doing what grown folks do in the A.M!” he tells Corey. I have learned that these niggas doesn’t care who they are around. They openly discuss their sex life.

  “Good morning Raja! What’s up with you? Why you out here looking like you ready to murk a nigga?” Royal asked.

  “Do you see where my car is at?” I asked him then he looks at it.

  “Why are you complaining about that? You should be lucky you have a nigga that’s been grinding hard to put you in something better,” Royal says to me. I wasn’t getting smart with him though, because although he was calm, the tone in his voice dared me to.

  “What’s really going on?” I asked them. Rico handed me the keys from Royal.

  “This you’re new whip, Raja,” he says smiling.

  “About fucking time she smiles! Shit, I thought I had to slap one across her face,” Corey says.

  “Yeah, nigga? You and I would be out this bitch having a shoot-out and that’s real nigga shit!” Rico says.

  “Nigga, I will slice your ass up like a Thanksgiving ham! Fuck with me!” Corey says.

  “Y’all niggas stay running off with the mouth but always around each other,” Royal says shaking his head.

  “That fake ass, samurai nigga,” Rico says and we all laughed at his silliness.

  “Keep on talking shit and watch how I turn those parts in your hair into scars,” Corey tells him.

  “As much as I want to stand out here with y’all and clown, I got to get my black ass home. Cam still waiting and I’m not trying to have a sexually frustrated wife. When Cam gets mad, a nigga got to eat microwavable dinners,” Royal says.

  “Nigga ain’t shit wrong with Stouffer’s,” Corey says.

  “That just goes to show Tee-Tee ain’t cooking like that. A real nigga ain’t eating no damn Stouffer’s! You better step your game up my G! You must not be laying that pipe right. You a Kane, nigga. You better act like it,” Royal tells his little brother Corey.

  “I’m not trying to hear that shit. Tee-Tee and Cam two different types of females. My shorty be chilling, watching the game with me. She don’t always have to cook. She doesn’t even want to be bothered when she’s watching the game. When I disturb Tee-Tee while she watches the Ravens or the Wizards play, she be mad as fuck. I mean, I gets no pussy when she gets like that. So hell yeah a nigga got to eat TV dinners!” he says.

  “Raja ass doesn’t cook either. Rico stays getting a plate from our mama’s house!” Corey says putting me on blast.

  “Nigga, I work! I’m not no damn housewife!” I tell him. I do cook for Rico whenever I can. By the time I get home from work it be too late to start dinner.

  They shake their heads at me. “I’m out! I’ll holla at you later.” Royal gives Rico dap then gets inside of Corey’s truck.

  “Be safe Raja, and let off my lil’ nigga,” Royal yells out to me.

  “I holla at y’all,” Corey says getting in.

  “Tell Tee-Tee to call me,” I tell Corey.

  “Hell nawl! She doesn’t want to listen to your ass crying about how you think Rico cheating on you,” he says putting my business out. Rico looks at me with anger-filled eyes.

  “Thanks for the truck baby, I love it!” I tell him hugging him, but he pushes me.

  “Seriously? You running your damn mouth about me when you don’t even know what the fuck is going on? I bet that everyone else thinks that shit about me! Yo, you childish for real!” he says to me.

  “We already talked about that! That’s old!” I tell him.

  “Whatever, Raja!” he tells me. I walk around the truck admiring it. I open the door checking out the interior then laughed trying to lighten up the mood.

  “So you had the break and gas petal brought up higher for me?” I asked. I’m short but I’m not that damn short! No wonder Royal’s tall ass looked like he was ready to come out the back of the truck. I could imagine his knees being all bent up.

  “Yeah, that was Royal’s idea. I got this from his dealership,” he says texting on his phone.

  “Who you texting this early?” I asked him.

  “My little sister,” he says.

  “How is Samari doing? I miss her,” I tell him. That’s actually how I hooked up with Rico. I did his sister hair in some braids and he picked her up from the shop. He wasn’t my type then because I always liked older guys. But then he started flirting with me and it was hard to resist him and his smoothness.

  “What you smiling at?” he asked me.

  “Remember when I did Samari’s hair and you picked her up. You kept flirting with me and I told you to leave me the hell alone. You would not leave me alone! Your young ass even slapped my ass and didn’t even know me,” I tell him, thinking back on how immature his attitude was but I fell for it.

  “Yeah, you only got me by one year though. I do remember though. I saw this short, chocolate girl with this big ass and ratchet attitude, and a nigga lost his mind after that,” he tells me.

  “Samari’s good though. She asks for you all the time. She’s getting grown as hell. But you know how my aunt doesn’t want her around me like that because of who I’m affiliated with,” he says sadly.

  I can’t stand Rico’s aunt at all! She ain’t shit but a bourgeois, snobby bitch if you ask me. She puts her nose up at me and I overheard that bitch tell Rico I was too ghetto for her taste. Her son Tarae is just as ghetto as he can be. Tarae is far from a saint!

  “What we doing today?” I asked Rico.

  “Fucking,” he tells me.

  “I hope you didn’t spend a lot on the truck. I really appreciate it but we saving to buy a house after you graduate,” I tell him.

  “Naw, you know big homey looked out for me. But stop worrying about that. Just because we’re saving doesn’t mean we can’t afford shit we need. I can’t be riding around sitting high and baby mama riding around in a Super Mario Go-Cart!” Rico says making me laugh.

  “Can you carry me in the house?” I asked him. Rico picks me up like it’s nothing. He puts me over his shoulder smacking me on the ass. He takes off running around the yard. I giggle so hard drool is coming out my mouth, but I can’t stop laughing.
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  “Put me down! I feel like I need to break wind,” I say.

  He stops running then walks into the house. He takes me upstairs then drops me on the bed. He starts taking his clothes off. He opens my robe up then slides me down on the edge of the bed. He has my legs open so wide you would think he is a Gynecologist and he is about to give me a pap smear. When his tongue enters me, I grip his hair as he has me in tears from pleasure. Everything he knows I taught him, and if he fucks another bitch like he does me, I’m going to jail!

  Rico

  “How much you want for these ones?” the nigga Dimo asks me. He was a small-time hustler. He cool and all but I don’t fuck with him like that. But when money is involved, I put my feelings on the back burner.