here's a new (and hopefully improved) version of my novel i'm working on. enjoy!!!

*DISCLAIMER: Offensive Language, Adult Situations, yadda yadda

MORE IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: The main character is initially straight so bear with me, the good stuff is on its way!!!




To be honest with you, a nigga like me would have no problem going to this dance in a Makavelli t-shirt, some jeans and a pair of Timbalands. Why bother fussing over my mini-fro? Throw a du rag on and ride out. My girl Lauren though, she comes from nothing just like me and tries her best to cover that shit up. So that's why I'm standing here in front of this mirror in the suit she rented me, going to war with a tie that wouldn't stay tied. "Auntie A!” I called out from the hallway near the stairs. "What?" she hollered back, making her way up the steps. "Come help me fix this stupid tie Auntie.” As she stepped towards me she began smiling so hard you'd think she'd just hit the big lotto. "Look at my little Trey, boy you look so handsome tonight" she gushed as she adjusted my tie. Taking a step back, she looked me over. "Gorgeous, I tell you. I don't understand why you young boys insist on walking around with your pants halfway down your inexperienced little asses.”

Here we go again. Auntie A was always criticizing me and my friends for the way we dressed. Last, I checked it was a free country. I threw my hands up, accepting defeat before this battle even began. Turning towards the mirror, I realized I was looking extra fresh in this suit. I'm already cute, with a tight, medium build and caramel skin that makes girls think they're at the candy store, accentuated with a smile that's very wide and very sweet. I hope I don't sound corny but I actually think my best feature is my eyes. They're ordinary brown but something in them draws me sometimes when I'm looking in the mirror. I don't know, maybe it's just me. You could say I'm really feeling myself, but it's not unmerited. Closing out my senior year of high school, I have a gorgeous girlfriend, two shelves of trophies in track and wrestling, and a free ride to Cali State in the fall. Yeah, a brother is feeling good about himself right now. I smiled my million-dollar smile until I noticed my tie coming undone. "Auntie A, it's coming apart.” She came over to me and completely undid the tie. "Boy, you are clueless" she said, sighing. "What? I didn't even want to go to this stupid dance. I went last year and it was nothing but a bunch of lame people dancing to lame music.” Looking me in my eyes let me know she's getting serious.

"Tremaine, this prom means a lot to Lauren, you know that. Don't you go in there with your negative attitude and ruin this night for her. There, you're done.” Another look in the mirror and I was complete. I have to admit, Lauren has good taste. We couldn't afford a tux but this red Marc Adams exclusive was still pretty expensive. She picked out a red blazer jacket with a white dress shirt underneath, and a red tie. I had pants that matched and wore the white Stacy Adams shoes one of Auntie A's boyfriends bought me to wear to church this past Easter Sunday. In this get-up, I was sure to be killing 'em at Yellowbrick High's 2007 prom.

My phone started playing the song "Fuck Yo Crew" by gangsta rapper Double-Up and Auntie A's jaw dropped at the explicit chorus. "Trey-" she started. "Sorry Auntie A, but that's probably Terrance." I picked up the phone, a little more than ashamed to let my aunt hear that song coming from my phone. Since I could remember, she's been very active in the church choir and I felt a little guilty exposing her to that kind of language. She's never even heard me curse. "What up cuss?" I answered, glad for the distraction. "Whatup punk bitch! Nigga you ready?" Terrence hollered into the phone. I scrambled to lower the volume cause Auntie A put her hands on her hips, probably having heard Terrence's vulgar display. "Don't bother," she told me, turning to head back downstairs.

"Whatup my nigga. Don't tell me y'all niggas are outside already." Terrance must be outside with Marcus. I met them playing ball when I moved in with my Aunt and we've been best friends ever since. Terrence works at a plant just outside the city and makes almost twelve dollars an hour. We're the only three people at school who pull up in a Cadillac truck. Peeking out the window, I saw the luxury truck and heard the newest Lil Jon record blaring out the speakers.

I had to check my coat pocket one more time for the essentials. Mobile phone, body-spray, lighter, condoms, good to go. I threw my coat on and headed down the stairs and out the door. Auntie A stopped me just as I had my hand on the knob. "Come here, Trey baby," she prompted. Looking me up and down one last time, she licked her thumb and wiped my face. "Auntie A that's nasty." She gave me a hug and told me to have a good time. My senior prom? She wouldn't have to tell me twice. I hopped in the car and immediately noticed Terrence and Marcus were wearing the same penguin tuxedos. "What the fuck, are y'all supposed to be twins or something?" Marcus threw a napkin at me from the passenger seat as Terrence was pulling out of the driveway. "Trey, man, they got the measurements wrong for my suit, so I had to borrow Marcus' cousin's suit," Terrence explained to me. "Hey man, me and my Brian was killin' em in these at my sister's wedding. Brian looked better in it than you do though," Marcus teased before I noticed he was twisting up a blunt. "Shut up" Terrence shot back, turning up the radio. I was glad there was a dance cut on the radio to lift me up.

Prom hadn't even started and the night already had a slightly sour tone. I was riding with Terrence and Marcus because Lauren was picking up her best friend Sergio. This kid ran his mouth constantly. The little short shit was always making rude comments to me and my friends. We beat him up almost daily in grade school and he and I scrapped twice in high school. The last fight was at the beginning of the year but since I'm becoming older, I'm trying to learn a little bit of self-control, for Lauren's sake. Auntie A says I get my temper from my father. I don't know, I just know that it's a struggle being near that piece of human waste and not pounding on his pasty high-yellow face. Just as she was crossing my mind, my phone went off again. This time it was T-Pain's "I'm Sprung" so I knew it was my girl. "Hey, baby" I answered. "Hey Trey, baby, are you guys on your way?" "Yeah, we're probably twenty minutes away from The Grande." The Grande was the hotel hosting our prom. I've never been there cause it's on the outskirts of the city and it took me flipping burgers all last summer to afford a one-night suite. "I can't wait to see you babe," I told her, lowering my voice and sounding a little sweeter. She sent me a kiss through the phone and I reciprocated before hanging up.

"Aww, Tremaine baby I can't wait to see you either," Terrence, mocked, rubbing my knee. I retorted with a playful punch to the shoulder. "Trey don't disrupt the driver, I wanna make it to this prom in one piece," Marcus said, doing his best to sound like the levelheaded one. Actually, Terrence was always the one telling Marcus and I when to cool it. Marcus was as hot-tempered and spontaneous as I was, sometimes more so. I watched him put the blunt up to his lips and light it before rolling the window down a crack. It wasn't even a minute before the sweet smell of Mary Jane filled the truck.

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