Fallin' For A Westside Dope Boy

Chapter One

Danielle Danni Ellis

Last week was my high school graduation, where I graduated with honors and was my class valedictorian. Having over eighty thousand dollars in scholarships, and being accepted into every college I applied for you would think I had my head on straight, right? Wrong!

I should be focused on preparing for college. The last thing that should be on my mind is trying to get with my brother’s best friend, Dope Boy Dallas.

Instead, I’m at home walking back and forth to the kitchen trying to get his attention while my brother is outside.

Dallas is twenty-three, and a little taller than my brother is, so I guess he’s like six foot one. He has dark brown skin with crazy tattoos covering his chest and arms. He keeps his hair cut in a low fade with waves deeper than the ocean, and a nice lil body on him that I admire every time he and Reggie are at the park playing ball.

My ass didn’t know what I wanted in a boyfriend, but I knew it had to consist of someone that looked like him.

Dallas made sure he wore the most expensive clothes and shoes every day. Anything he wanted, he blew money on it. I knew this because my brother did the same thing. He thinks I don’t know he sells drugs with Dallas, but I do. I just don’t care. He can keep bagging that shit up, while I’m trying to bag up his friend.

Pulling my shorts up a little higher so that my pussy print could show, I walked out of the room again to take an empty trash bag to the garbage. As soon as I walked back in the living room, my eyes locked with my brother, Reggie.

Reggie stood six foot even, medium brown skin, with low cut curly hair. He stays working out so of course, he swears he’s buff and shit. All the lil hoes be wanting to get my brother, but I make all of them fall back. Just how he does the guys when they try to holla at me.

I think my brother is the most handsome nigga on the Westside of Chicago. He’s just a bug, who gets on my nerves and all in my business sometimes, and I hate that shit.

I wish you sit yo little ass down somewhere, prancing around here like it’s Christmas, and you’re Rudolph, and why you go put them little ass shorts on? My brother scared the shit out of me. I thought his ugly ass was still outside.

You know mama’s on her way home, so you might want to go put her shorts back in her bag that she’s taking to the Goodwill.

I took a deep breath to calm myself because he really just pissed me off.

Why you always gotta be an asshole? Wasn’t nobody prancing no damn where. I had some trash to throw away wit cho stupid ass. So talk what the fuck you know! I spat back at him.

He got up from the couch and walked up on me as if he was gonna hit me or something. Since we were little, we always fought about anything. He’s the reason I don’t mind fighting anyone now. Fighting with him daily made me not give a damn about slapping someone.

When he got in my face, I swung on him. He dodged it and snatched the bag out of my hand. Opening it, he looked inside then looked back at me.

Take yo ass back in there and take those shorts off before I hurt you, Danielle. Out here acting like a hoe and shit, he spoke through clenched teeth.

I swear I can’t stand yo ass, Reggie. You always got to show out, and that shit is uncalled for! I shouted as I snatched my empty bag out of his hand.

Dallas just sat there and watched the shit unfold. Why would he ever want to talk to me if he sees they always treating me like this?

Empty ass fucking trash bag, he blurted out on his way back to the couch. Looking at him, he shook his head and started back smoking.

Turning away, I went back to my room looking stupid. I couldn’t believe he just treated my fucking life, in front of Dallas at that.

Slamming my room door, I jumped in the bed and released the tears that were threatening to fall. I hate when I get mad because I always cry and bitches think cause I’m crying that I’m weak. When in actuality, I really wanna slap the fuck out of somebody.

He thinks just cause he’s my older brother that he must protect me, but I’m eighteen years old, not eight. It’s time out for all that extra shit. He and mama sheltered me for so long that it’s hard for them to see that I’ve grown up. They feel like all I’m supposed to do is go to school and bring my ass home.

For years, I’ve been the good daughter, the good sister, and to be honest, it’s exhausting having to try to do right when everything that’s exciting is wrong.

Hearing my bedroom door open, I looked up and it was Reggie walking in. Rolling my eyes, I pulled the cover over my head and turned my back to him.

Dee-Dee, look at me.

Sitting up, I turned to look at him, and I know he could tell I was heated.

Look, I know you have a little crush on Dallas but shorty, he is twenty-three years old, and you are eighteen. He’s not looking for a little girl, and if he were, it wouldn’t be my little sister.

That’s the thing, Regg. I’m not a little girl anymore. Why can’t y’all see that? I never told you I wanted him anyway, and if I did, I don’t think it’s your place to tell me no.

"Dani, you ain’t gotta say you want him, I can see that shit. Hell, that lil blind boy from Dumb and Dumber can see that shit. You keep saying you eighteen like eighteen-year-olds don’t need to be protected."

Protected from who, Regg? The only people I need protection from are you and mama so that I can fucking live my life.

"Just listen, I know you may think I’m just being mean, but I know niggas. I especially know that nigga, and he ain’t the one for you. Just be patient, and the right one will come to you. You would not have to walk around with little ass shorts on just to get him to look at you either.

If the only time a man tries to talk to you is when you are exposed, then he ain’t the one for you. I’m telling you this because I love you and the last thing I want to do is kill my best friend for fucking over my little sister."

I tried hard not to understand where he was coming from, but I did. With me being the baby girl, everybody has high hopes for me wanting me to go to college, be this and do that, but not one person ever asked me what I wanna do with my own life.

It’s like they are trying to live vicariously through me. I’m tired of fighting with my brother though, so whatever happens, just happens.

Clean yo face and put mama shorts up before she beat yo ass, girl.

Laughing at him, I hugged him before he walked out of the room. I know my brother means well, and Dallas is his best friend, but I still want his ass. This cherry is itching to get popped, and I want him to be the one to do it.

I get why mama acts like this though, and I try to reason with her, but she can get worse than Reggie.

Having my brother at nineteen was hard for her. I keep telling her that I’m not going to be like her. I know I have a bright future ahead of me. I just want Dallas to be in it for sure

I thought mama did well. She finished high school, went to college, and got married to my dad before having me. Shit, she did what some people without kids didn’t do.

She just started letting me live a little when I turned sixteen and every chance that I can get out of the house, I’m gone, especially if I stay at Shannon’s house. Her mama don’t give a fuck about what we do at her place, and I love that shit.

That's why Shannon is how she is now though. Don’t get me wrong, I love the hell out of my bestie, but she is a hoe to the fifth power. It’s mostly because her mom has always been on that if you gone fuck, you better get paid for it bullshit.

My mama would never tell me no shit like that. If she even found out that I’m trying to throw this pussy at Dallas like a quarterback, and he’s the starting wide receiver, she would flip her shit.

The sound of the front door opening pulled me out of my Dallas trance that I was stuck in. I looked out the window and saw the lights to his truck flash, indicating he had unlocked the doors.

Jumping up, I slid my feet in my Gucci slides Reggie bought me and flew out the back door.

Chapter Two

Dallas Carter

Hearing a door open, I stopped rolling my blunt and looked up. Thinking that it was Reggie’s mama coming into the house, I started covering my shit up. I wasn’t trying to be on no disrespectful shit in her house.

Hey, Dallas.

Looking up, I see that it was only Danielle coming out of her room for the second time. She had these little bitty ass biking shorts on. They were pulled so far up that you were able to see the separation of her fat ass pussy lips. Trying not to look too long, I pulled my weed out and started back rolling up.

You can’t speak? She came over and sat down on the couch beside me.

Sup, Danni, I spoke just as her perfume hit my nose. It smelled good as hell. It was just way too much of it, almost like she sprayed it in every crease and crevice that she had on her body.

Nothing much, let me hit that. I chuckled and slid my shit away from her lil ass.

You know yo brother gone fuck you up if he sees you hitting a blunt.

Whatever, don’t nobody care what he thinks. He is always trying to control somebody.

As he should to a certain extent. Big brothers always know best. If we didn’t have a say so, y’all lil ass would run amok in these streets.

I bet you don’t be treating Cali like this. You let her live her life, don’t you?

Hell naw, I replied quickly. "I make sure my sister is on the right track. I ain’t got time for the bullshit of no nigga hurting her. I make sure I tell her everything about these niggas in the streets. They