They call me BB aka Boy Buffy 9

"Don’t fuck with my radio nigga, just ride" I said to Brandon as he flipped threw the radio stations(still not knowing we aint that cool). Byrd sat in the back behind me so i would check on him threw my side mirror from time to time we even met eyes briefly a few times. Chris was leaning over his sit(more like slumped over) with the window up with was funny cause it was hot as hell in Texas and i was about to waste no gas coolin these nigga off. Still wondering why they didn’t stop by my class earlier i finally said "Where the fuck was yall to today?" lookin in my review and trying not to sound like it i cared(like i really did). Nothing, no one said anything so with a louder voice i repeated myself still no reply. Chris was know to do some shit like this("or is it because of what happened") but why is Bryd ignoring me. I let the shit go as we pulled up outside Brandon’s job which paid almost nothing and i knew the Check was worth picking up(but a job is a job i guess my job wasnt all that better). “So yall aint gone speak while yall in my damn car?" I finally said turning dow the music just as soon as Brandon closed my door(really slaming that ho i was trying to remember to say something to his ass). When i looked back i noticed Byrd was Texting and had his mp3 player in his ears which made me feel alot better knowing. He finally looked up with a weird smile(most likely wondering why i was turned around the way i was staring at him and Chris. Chris looked up too now showing why he was sitting like that he was stuffing a blunt with corn i guess i didnt smell it because most of the windows(including mine) where down. "Nigga calm down i heard you as you can see i was busy" he said sounding like his old self nothing like he sounded yesterday. Byrd was still looking slow yet to have caught on to what was going on and what Chris was talking about. "We went by white boi Jason house to get some corn and end up smokin the whole day" he said now look high as hell with red as eyes(hadnt notice when he got in). When i looked at Byrd pot head ass even thou his eye were not red they looked almost closed. Brandon came out and ran next door to the Check cashing place next door before getting in the car now filled with the smell of fyre ass weed. "We gone smoke at my Crib?" Brandon asked knowing his house was the only one we could go to cause his T jones was always out and even if she was there she wouldnt care she never opened his door. After getting gas we all went to Brandon house which was much nicer inside than it looked outside. I didnt plan on smoking really i had stopped to get a job and never really started back since it was a real big habit for me anyway. Once in Brandon hot ass room we all sat around his king size bed(the only place to sit) well me and Chris did. Byrd leaned all back (look way to a home here) legs kind of dangling since he wasn’t that tall. Byrd was about the same color as Brandon maybe 5'7 at best rocking a fade and a grill. I hated his grill cause he had pretty teeth that most niggas that wore grills all the time. Brandon didn’t seem to mind he even took off his hoody and shirt wearing only a shirt he cut from the arms to almost the bottom of the side of the shirt. Brandon wasnt riped but he had definition and with the shirt he had on you could see how good his body really was. I didnt stare to long not because i didnt want to but because the site of Chris taking off his shirt brought back recent memories. When Brandon lifted up his shirt playing with his happy trail i started to notice Brandon wasnt as ugly as i made him in my mind. That thought went away when he reached in his shorts bearly showing his hairy ass pubic area which drove me crazy for some reason. Being the only one sweating and fully dressed made me feel wierd but i wasnt as cool getting undressed about them especially not Brandon with his perverted ass. "Nigga i know you hot in this damn sweat box" Chris said as he pulled out a baggy with 3 blunts rolled up in it. Finally i just bit the bullet and took my shirt off wearing only a beater and sweats which i was kind of worried about(they never hide shit). By the time my shirt was off Chris and Byrd had the first blunt fired up and were getting the other one out of the baggy. "Nigga it show aint cold in here, why yo nipple hard?" Brandon asked staring straight at my chest and threw my white beata at my hard silver dollar light brown nipples. The only reason he had such a clear view was because i always wore my beata tight thinking it sucked my slight belly in some. " Why is you looking nigga" I sapped back, "Cause they there" he said back which started a little bit of a argument until Byrd jumped in " you know Brandon gay ass like nipple BB let that nigga look". I was kind of trippin how Byrd had just told me to let some nigga look at my nipples in his stern player tone like i was some bitch who wasnt tryin to fuck or something like that. Before i could get my thoughts together on what he was trying to say Brandon said something that totally took me off my game. He said " I dont know why you trippin Chris did more than look".........to be continued