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ISBN 13: 978-0-578-03745-5 Library of Congress Control Number: 2009911068 Written by: Cornell “Amir” Garvin Edited by: 21 st Urban editing Typeset/Inside Layout by: Linda Williams Cover design by: Black Tag Media Garvin & Garvin PO BOX 30391 Wilmington, DE 19805 Copyright © 2013 by Cornell Garvin
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The sound of shoes screeching on the hardwood floor and the crowd cheering for their team filled the gym at Central High. The bleachers were elbow to elbow and each exit was packed with a mob of spectators. The entire city was at this game. For the past 5 years this has been the biggest rivalry in the city, Central High vs. Malcolm X High. In Central's school history they have never beat Malcolm X in the city championship. But tonight was a promising night for Central. Malcolm X was up by 2 points, when Central's youngest player, and newest superstar, brought the ball up the court. Keyshawn stood at 6'1" and weighed a good 162lbs. To top it off the freshman all-star was only 15 years old. Keyshawn glanced up at the clock to see that there was only 22.1 seconds left in the game. They're not winning this game!" He told himself as he dribbled the ball up the court. "Watch out!... I got him," Rashawn said, as he pushed his teammate to the side. Rashawn was Malcolm X's "All-American" star player. You think you're good huh?" Rashawn said, as he put his hand in Keyshawn's face. Keyshawn raised up one finger for everyone to clear out, so he could get an one-on-one. The crowd grew silent and rose to their feet as Keyshawn's teammates moved out to each corner. This was the match up everyone was waiting to see. "I'm 'bout to show you why they call me Showtime," Keyshawn said, as he dribbled between his legs looking Rashawn in his eyes. The clock was down to its last ten seconds as Keyshawn dribbled to the top of the key. He faked left, went right, but stopped midway and spun around, bringing the ball behind him to go left. Rashawn quickly tried to regain his position, but Keyshawn crossed him over and went back right, which left him stuck in his spot looking dumbfounded. Keyshawn stepped back to the three point line and shot the ball. The crowd grew anxious as the ball got to the rim. SSSWWIISSH! The crowd went into a frenzy, as the ball went straight in. Rashawn fell to his knees and put his hands over his face in show. How could he let a 15 year old take him to school like that, in front of everyone. Keyshawn's whole team rushed him and picked him up in the air. The crowd was screaming, "Keyshawn! Keyshawn! Keyshawn!" Central High had just won the city championship and Keyshawn was named M.V.P. (Most Valuable Player) finishing with 37 points and 12 assists with 7 rebounds. "Good game Showtime!" By-passers said to Keyshawn as he and Troy walked out of the school. The streets were crowded, but there was hardly a time when it wasn't. "Look at these shorties out here, Son!" Troy said excitedly. The two walked back to their projects. Troy and Keyshawn were born and raised in Prince Street Projects, one of Newark's roughest housing projects. Prince Streets had a reputation for drugs, murder and had birth some of Newark's well known street legends. "Yo, let's stop and get something to eat, I'm hungry as hell." Keyshawn said, as he spotted Joe's Pizza on the corner. "Fuck it why not. I know my mom ain't cook." Troy replied. "Do she ever?" Keyshawn joked. "No, but do yours?" Troy snapped back. Troy was ashamed of the fact that his mom was strung out on crack. He was forced to take on a life of crime at an early age, in order to take care of his little sister. "Probably not, she's out somewhere doing her." Keyshawn said, as they walked into the pizza shop.
Keyshawn's mom was young. She had just turned thirty-two years old and was married to the streets. Keyshawn never knew what it felt like not to have money. Even though he lived in the projects, he lived the life most people dreamed about. His father was Raheem Jones. A one time street legend, who controlled almost the entire bricks. Now he's spending the rest of his life in prison for murder and conspiracy to murder. "Showtime, why you always playing with me?" Lakesha asked as she and Nickie walked up to Keyshawn and Troy outside of the shop. Lakesha has been trying to get with Keyshawn for the longest time now. But he never gave her any rhythm, because he was messing with her cousin, Latoya. Keyshawn and Latoya have been together since the seventh grade. "Ain't nobody playing with you." Keyshawn said as he ate his slice of pizza. "So why won't you let me..." Lakesha started to say before Keyshawn cut her off. "Listen... I fuck wit Toya, your cousin. So stop trying to fuck that up. Matter of fact, what are you trying to set me up?" He snapped and then walked off shaking his head. Keyshawn could not believe how persistent Lakesha was, if she wasn't Latoya's cousin he just might have taken her up on her offer. Lakesha stood there with a dumbfounded face. She couldn't believe he could just turned her down like that. She was a diva in the making with her cinnamon complexion and hazel eyes. For Lakesha to be sixteen years old, she was built like a stallion. "How could he just pick that bitch over me!" She thought as she cut her eyes at him in disgust. "Fuck him and that bitch!" Lakesha snapped. "Girl shut up! Toya is your damn cousin." Nickie said. "Fuck her! That bitch is a distant cousin, plus we really don't get along anyway." Lakesha said heatedly as she stormed into the shop. "Why you don't just hit that?" Troy asked, as the two walked up the street. "Because as soon as I do she will be all in Toya's face bragging and shit. Ain't nobody got time for that." "You're a better man than me, because I would have been done killed that pussy. For real!" "Showtime! T-Money! Come here." Yelled Jamal from the side of one of the building in their projects. Him and a few other guys were over there shooting C-Lo. Jamal is well known throughout the city. Plus he was like Robin Hood in the hood because he showed love by buying all the little kids in the projects sneakers when they needed them. Troy was Jamal's little cousin on his dad's side. So he was concerned about Troy, but let him live his life. Plus the streets have a funny way of showing family love. "What up Jay!" The two said as they walked up to the crowd. Everyone showed their love and respect to each other by exchanging pounds and hugs. Respect goes a long way in the projects. Without it, you ain't nobody! "I heard ya'll little niggas did ya'll thing. That's what I'm talking about! Represent for the projects." Jamal said and then took a pull off one of the blunts that were being passed around. "Let me hit that Son?" Troy asked reaching his hand out to grab it. "Here ya'll little niggas can have this one." Jamal reached behind his ear and gave them the blunt that was sitting there comfortably. "Enjoy that's that sticky green. Ya'll deserve it, you did your thing tonight.... I know ya'll got some pussy line up, right." "Come on, stop playing us Son. You know we do." "Keyshawn! Come here." yelled his mom as she got out of her candy apple red BMW .325 with chrome B.B.S. and jet black tint. She was dressed down in a black and white Reeboks mini skirt with a pair of name plated earrings with the black onyx plate which spelled her name out, Rolanda. To compliment the earrings she had on a few gold necklaces. She would make the average bitch look like a homeless bum.
"What's up Mom?" Keyshawn asked, as he embraced Ro with a hug. "I was at the game, but I had to run out for a minute. I heard ya'll won and you made that boy Rashawn look stupid. And then turned around and got the M.V.P." Ro said excitedly as if she won the award. "I'm just soooo proud!" "Thanks. It's just another trophy to add to my collection." Keyshawn boastfully said. "We're going shopping tomorrow, alright." Ro said as she grabbed his chin and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "Now go somewhere, just make sure your ass is in the house by 11:30." "Alright, I will." Keyshawn knew she wasn't going to be there to make sure he got in on time. Plus, his grandmom would be asleep. So he got all night to play. Rolanda walked over to the dice games. Troy and Keyshawn walked into their building. Since they both have been born they lived in the same building, same apartment. "Jamal, when you see Scoop tell him I need to holla at him." Rolanda said as she walked up. Jamal looked at her as if he was ready to rip her clothes off of her right there. He's been admiring her from a distance out of respect for Raheem, but Raheem is gone now! No one can blame Jamal for his lustful stares. Rolanda had perfect dark skinned complexion, which makes her a diva. Plus she stands about 5'9" and weighs a good 145lbs, phat in all the right places. To top off her looks she's a true Gangsta Bitch, for real! "When I see him, I'll relay the message." Jamal said licking his lips. "Make sure he pages me. It's important." After she said that she turned around and walked off, her business was done there. The crowd had stopped shooting dice to watch her walk off. Her ass moved like jello and it did not make matters better when she started switching her hips. She knew they were watching her like a hawk watches it's prey. Why not tease them a little bit? As long as they don't touch! ******
"Damn Son, what's these, the new Jordan's?" Troy quizzed as he grabbed the fresh pair of Air Jordan's. "Yeah I got'em last week. My moms bought'em." Keyshawn replied not really paying attention to Troy and those sneakers. He was more concerned with his gear. No matter what, his mom always taught him to stay fresh to def. "Yo stop playing and light that blunt up." Keyshawn said as he flopped down on his bed and put on his fresh pair of Diador's. Keyshawn knew he was sharp as could be with his blue Guess Jeans on and red and blue IZod shirt. "We're going to smoke the blunt on the way to the center." Troy said. "Aight come on." Keyshawn said as he grabbed his blue LaCosta spring jacket and headed for the door. The two walked down the hall to Troy's apartment. Troy was older than Keyshawn by a year, but they have always been the best of friends. "I hope Nickie's there." Troy said as the two walked into his bedroom. Troy's mother was knocked out cold on the couch, high as hell. Laying next to her was her glass pipe and forty ounce of Old English. His little sister, Diamond, was over her girlfriend's house playing. She was eleven years old and was determined to get good grades in school. Like Keyshawn, Troy had a lot of clothes also. He always tried hard to stay as fresh as possible. He's been competing with Keyshawn since he started hustling. Troy threw on a pair of brand new white on white's with some Levi jeans and a Sergio Valentia hoody. Troy loved to wear hoodies, because it was easier to conceal his .380 caliber handgun. "Yo this is some... good (cough)" Troy started choking off the blunt and could barely get the words out of his mouth. "Oh shit Son, this is that sticky." "Yeah. Jamal keeps that good shit." Keyshawn responded.
The two were walking to the center because Faheem was throwing a party for Central winning the city championship. "You need to fuck Lakesha tonight, for real Son!" "Nah Son, you're just trying to fuck Nickie tonight. Don't set me up like that." "You just scared. Toya's all the way over on Bloomfield Ave, you don't got anything to worry about." Keyshawn just gave Troy a funny look, there was no need for him to respond to his comment. Females were everywhere as Keyshawn and Troy strolled up to the center. All the local ballers were out showcasing their rides. Everyone who they passed showed Keyshawn love. "I can't wait till next year. When I get my ride. These niggas think they're balling, I'm going to show them how to shine!" Keyshawn said, as he grilled at Flip and his crew. "Don't even sweat that shit. We'll be doing that real soon Son." Troy replied. Flip controlled most of the action on The Ave. Nothing moves on his end without his say so. He's a real showoff, likes to throw his money around and buy a lot of fancy cars. But everyone knows that he is a soldier and will kill at will. Ro believes Flip had something to do with Cool D getting murdered and Raheem getting knocked off. When Keyshawn and Troy walked into the center the DJ was spinning Salt-N-Peppa's "What A Man" and the females were really pushing it. Keyshawn looked around as Troy took his normal post by the wall scanning for the haters. Plus secret be told Troy really don't know how to dance. Everyone from around the hood and beyond, was at this party. Keyshawn walked around showing love to everyone he knew. Felisha was standing by herself moving to the music, turning down everyone and anyone who tried to get with her. Keyshawn had walked past her when she reached out and grabbed his hand and pull him close to her. Felisha got Keyshawn by a few years, but she didn't care about that. He's not your average young boy. She always had a thing for that young boy, he was promising to be something. "I know I can get this dance right?" Felisha asked, as the DJ threw on Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On." Without an answer, she pressed her body up against his and started moving her hips in a rhythmic motion. Even if he didn't want to, he couldn't say no. "You're going to stop doing this to me." She whispered seductively into his ear. "What am I doing to you, Fee?" He asked, as they slow grinded to the song. "You know I want you." She used her baby voice and pouted her face as the words left her mouth. "Come on now Felisha, you be fronting and shit." "Well, I ain't fronting tonight!" She said as she moved her right hand to massage his penis through his jeans. Keyshawn's face lit up in excitement. The last time he had the chance to fuck Felisha, her cousin Re-Re blew the spot up. "So I guess you are coming over then huh." Keyshawn said, licking his lips. "You still live in the projects right, what building 125 apartment 5D." She said moving away from him. "Damn, you've been doing your homework, huh." "Just meet me in front of your building after the party." She told him before walking off. Keyshawn moved his way back over to Troy who was accompanied by D-Nice and Jo-Jo. "We seen you over there wit Felisha Son. You knocking that off?" D-Nice asked as he passed Keyshawn the blunt on the low from the center's staff. D-Nice and Jo-Jo were also from Prince Street. They were well known for stealing cars and clowning all day long. "It ain't nothing Son." He said brushing it off. "That nigga's afraid of Toya." Troy said covering it up for his boy. Everyone around them started laughing.
"Whatever!" Keyshawn snapped waving his hand at them. He was mad, feeling that they were trying to clown him. Troy knew what was up; Keyshawn didn't like to talk too much about his business. He was hated by many but confronted by none! Nickie walked up to them with her mini skirt on. Flashing her big apple round ass. "Nice game Keyshawn, you put your thing down." "Thanks Nickie, but tell your girl to calm down." "I've been trying to, but you know how she is." She said, "Hiii T-Money." She turned towards Troy and cracked a smile, she knew he wanted her, but she always played hard to get. A smile broke through his mean grill face. "What up Nickie? Why you always be frontin' and shit?" He said pulling her by the hand close to him. "I don't think you're ready for this pussy yet." She whispered in his ear, not wanting everyone else to hear her. "Come on now; look at who you are talking to. I'll have you wide open.... check this, just let me show you tonight? "We'll see, we live in the same building." She said and then walked off. They kept partying until a fight broke out. Two females started fighting because one was dancing with the other girl's man. They were going blow for blow, a real royal rumble. It did not help matters that one female was from East Orange and the other from Prince Street. Flip pulled out a .357 and let two shots off in the air just to scatter the crowd. Keyshawn and his boys walked back to their projects talking about the fight and how stupid those females looked when the police came. "Yo we're going to catch ya'll nigga's tomorrow." D-Nice said as he and Jo-Jo walked to their building. When Keyshawn and Troy walked in front of their building Nickie was sitting on the step waiting. "OK Money!" Keyshawn laughed patting Troy on the back. "Shut up!" Nickie laughed as she grabbed Troy. "I'm going to holla at you in the morning Son." Troy said cracking a smile, as he put his arm around Nickie and walked into the building. Keyshawn stood in front of his building smoking on a blunt leaning on the railing. It was 1:45 in the morning when he checked his watch. "Damn. I hope Grand's ain't up." He thought to himself as he took his last pull off the blunt and threw it out. Keyshawn was waiting for the elevator to come down when a soft hand grabbed him from behind. He could smell the sweet fragrance of roses as the soft tender body pressed against him from behind. A smile came across his face as he automatically knew who it was. He turned around and stared into Felisha's light brown eyes. She immediately started kissing him, throwing her tongue down his throat. The elevator doors opened up and she pushed him inside smoothly, hitting the fire button at the same time. When they got to his apartment they found his grandmom sound asleep and his mother had yet to get in. Keyshawn pushed Felisha onto his bed and took off his shirt. Felisha was impressed with Keyshawn's body, for fifteen years old he was well built. Cut up like a bag of dope. Felisha undressed quickly, ever since Keyshawn came to Central this year, she had to have him. He definitely grew up in the past couple of years. Keyshawn turned on some Keith Sweat and turned off his lights. The light from the moon shined through his window making it possible for them to see. Felisha pulled Keyshawn on top of her and nibbled on his ears. He slowly started sucking on her neck, moving down to her pretty brown breasts. The sen-
sational pleasure he was giving her caused instant moisture between her legs. She rolled Keyshawn over on his bed and pulled his pants off. Using no hands what-soever she placed his manhood in her mouth. The warmth and pleasure her mouth and tongue were giving him caused him to raise inside of her, causing her to choke. She continued sucking on his penis like a popsicle until his eyes rolled back and his toes curled up. This was Keyshawn's first head job in his life. She took total control of the evening, standing up in front of Keyshawn to show off her luscious body. Keyshawn tried to sit up but she pushed him back down and got on top of him. Slow and steady she moved her hips and tightened her vagina with every motion. Keyshawn sucked in his breath from the pleasure and joy she was giving him. He pulled her mouth down to his and started kissing her passionately. Then he rolled her over onto her back and lifted up both her legs. "Key----Shawwn!!" She moaned as he pounded her. She placed her hands over her face no longer able to take the pleasure of pain. This was a shock to her. She couldn't believe this young boy knew what he was doing. Keyshawn decided to turn her over and do it doggy style. "It's time to take you to Heaven." He told her as he placed himself inside her again. Her ass bounced back and forth as he pounded harder and harder causing each stroke to bring her closer to a climax. "Oooh sssshiiit Kkkeysshawwn!" Keyshawn pounded faster and faster, smacking her on the her butt cheek as he pounded away. He kept moving in a rapid rate until he exploded inside the condom. Keyshawn slid out of her and fell back on his bed. "Damn!" was all he could say, as sweat was dripping down his body. Felisha couldn't say anything, she just cuddled up next to him. He took her to Heaven and back again! This will be one night she will remember for the rest of her life.