meeting Eazy

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A few months later

The radio blasted Anita Baker while Korina stood in the kitchen, elbow-deep in soap suds, humming beautifully and talking shit to herself.

“Ren better be grateful I even know how to wash dishes, 'cause I swear this boy would leave a whole ecosystem growin’ in a damn cereal bowl.”

She flicked a spoon into the sink, water splashing up onto her shirt. “Aw hell no—now I look like I can't take care of myself.”

“Damn, Grandma,” Ren said, walking in just in time. “You gon’ be alright over there?”

Korina turned, holding a wet plate like a weapon. “Say ‘grandma’ one more time and I’ma knock you into 1965.”

Ren smirked. “You was born around then, wasn’t you?”

“It’s 1987, dumbass. I’m twenty-two , not fifty-two.”

“Coulda fooled me with that shirt  and them crusty slippers. You look like you about to sit on a porch and gossip about the neighbors.”

“Shut your broke-ass up before I tell everybody you cried during The Color Purple.”

Ren gasped. “Don’t bring that up again. That movie was spiritual.”

They both cracked up. The energy between them had grown lighter. Ren loved seeing Korina loosen up again—even if she still cursed like a sailor and argued like a lawyer.

Just then

He grabbed his keys off the counter.

“I gotta head out,” he said, eyeing her.

Korina turned, drying her hands. “Where to?”

“Nowhere you need to be.”

I got a little suspicious of him

She raised a brow. “Damn. That suspicious, huh?”

He hesitated. “It’s just… look, it’s kinda a lowkey spot, alright? Ain’t dangerous if you mind your business. But it’s not the kind of place you wanna be loud or get noticed.”

Korina crossed her arms. “So, I definitely wanna go.”

Ren groaned. “See, this is why you ended up in jail the first time. Curiosity and chaos.”

“I’m bored, Ren. You want me to keep harassing you in the kitchen or roll with you and stay quiet?”

"Rather get harrassed" he said.

"Ah come on" I said slightly begging him.

He stared at her for a second, then sighed. “Aight, fine. But keep your hood up, don’t ask dumb questions, and don’t embarrass me.”

“No promises.”

They parked in front of a Garage that looked like it was halfway to confiscation.

Graffiti covered every inch of the walls, the front door barely hanging on. Inside, the air was thick with weed smoke and cheap cologne, the kind that smelled like burnt rubber and fake vanilla.

Korina walked in behind Ren, eyes scanning the dim-lit space. There were speakers stacked in corners, broken furniture, and random dudes huddled up over music equipment and drinks.

“Damn,” she muttered. “This look like the break room of hell.”

“Shut up,” Ren whispered. “Be cool.”

That’s when she saw them—two dudes in the back, arguing over a beat blaring through busted speakers.

One wore a red jacket with gold trim, his jheri curl shining like it had its own spotlight. The other had on shades indoors and a scowl like life had personally offended him.

“Man, I’m tellin’ you, I’m sick of this glittery-ass shit,” the one in red snapped. “We out here lookin’ like damn space pimps!”

“Yella, chill,” the other said. “It’s what they expect.”

“I don’t give a fuck what they expect, Dre. I ain’t wearin’ no damn sparkly boots again. My toes still crampin’.”

Korina leaned over to Ren. “Are they a disco duo or something?”

Ren smirked. “That’s Yella(Antoine )

and(Andre)

Dre—from World Class Wreckin’ Crew.”

She blinked. “These two?”

Dre spotted Ren and nodded. “Yo. You made it.”he said dapping Ren up

"Ay,ay,Ayo Ren "he said walking over to him

Yella raised an eyebrow. “Who the fuck’s that?” He pointed at Korina.

Ren stepped forward. “This is my sister. She’s cool. Don’t trip.”

Dre looked her up and down. “wassuap?”

Korina didn’t flinch. “im good.”i said nonchalantly

"So you ain't gon introduce yourself?"Ren asked me.

I shook my head kinda feeling myself get cold."Nah I ain't feel like it"

Dre chuckled. “Respect.”

"Is she a nonchalant?"he asked pointing towards Ren

"Nah she just being stubborn"he said responding quickly.

They all sat around a dusty table while Dre and Yella ranted on about the music industry like two old heads at a barbershop.

"We came in here and heard y'all complaining",Korina you just gon stand there?"Dre asked pointing at me.

I nodded my head still contemplating if I should or not.

“I’m tired of this techno-pop bullshit,” Dre muttered. “We up there performin’ with glitter on our cheeks like drag show rejects.”

“No disrespect to drag queens,” Yella added. “They own it. We out here bein’ clowned.”

"And they fucking sexy"Yella said.

"Aren't drag queens just men with makeup?,Ain't that shit gay?" I asked him,on the verge of laughing.

Yella laughed alongside the others,"your Lil sis a vibe tho"

"I'm actually older than him"I siad raising an eyebrow,watching as rne became emberassed.

"Damn,you got an older sister even,and she to damn petty" Dre spoke.

I smiled sarcastically losing track of what was going on

..............  ....

Korina sipped a Coke, watching them. “So… leave. Do your own shit.”

Dre looked at her. “It’s not that easy.”

Korina shrugged. “Neither is prison. But you either rot or run.”

That shut them up for a second.

Yella nodded slowly. “She got a point.”

"You been there?"Dre asked.

I nodded my head not ashamed at it."yea three years,shit is hard"I said.

"Anyway whats up with y'all and y'all crew?"

Ren leaned back. “They been talkin’ about leaving the Crew and doin’ some real shit. Hood music. Nothin’ fancy. Just raw.”

"What's good music?"I asked closing the coke bottle or attempting to.

"Music that talks about eh street life the struggle I'm living in,real shit"Dre explained.

Korina tapped her fingers on the table. “So what y’all waitin’ for?”

Before anyone could answer, the door creaked open.

Enter: Eazy

He walked in with a cocky stroll, shades low on his nose and a smirk like he knew he owned the room.

He wore a black Compton hat, a Raiders jacket, and a pair of jeans too crisp to be legal. His voice was slick, like he could sell you broken glass and make you say thank you.

“What up, Ren,Dre,yella?” he said, dapping him up.

“Eric,” Ren replied.

Korina looked up, narrowing her eyes. Something about him was... off. Not in a bad way. Just... slippery.

He turned to her.

“And who this?” he asked, eyes gleaming.

“My sister,” Ren said quickly.

Eazy’s smirk widened. “Damn. You ain’t tell me you had a sister that looked like that. What’s your name, ma?”

Korina gave him a blank look. “Didn’t ask for yours either.”

Everyone laughed—except Eazy.

He blinked, lips parting slightly like he wasn’t used to getting curved.

Dre laughed into his drink. “Damn, Eric, you losin’ your touch?”

Korina leaned back in her chair. “He had a touch to lose?”

Ren snorted, trying to hide it.

Eazy tried to recover. “Aight, I see how it is. You tryna be a badass, huh?”

“I aint trying to be shit,I just don't like you ” she replied. “You not on my list.”

He chuckled, but his ego was bruised. “Whatever. I’ll see you around.”

"As if"I replied kinda annoyed at him now.

"Come on baby why you do me like this,atleast just a chance?" He asked me.

"Step the fuck away from me"I said harshly causing the others to react.

"Ayy Eazy,I gotta deal!"someone called out from outside.

"Shit I gotta go"he said saying his good yes before exiting the garage a sad look on his face

"Why you gotta be so harsh?"Ren asked his eyebrows furrowed together.

"He seem like a bad nigga"I said.

As he walked off, Korina shook her head. “That your boy?”

Ren shrugged. “He cool. Smart. Just… a little wild. Hustles heavy though. Real street.”

Korina looked back at the door. “A damn drug dealer, huh?”

Ren didn’t say anything.

Korina sighed. “Of course you friends with a dealer. My life can’t ever just be simple.”

But even though she rolled her eyes, she couldn’t shake that strange feeling—like whatever this crew was about to do, it was gonna shake Compton to its core.