|Recap|

"I do bitch."

"Oh so you're gonna insult me again?"

"Look I'm gonna ask you something and you better be honest."

"Go ahead."

"So I was pulled over by LAPD the other night, again."

She smirked. "Okay and? Is that really why you came here? Just to tell me that you was pulled over again? Whose fault is that? Yours not mine, now get out of my face."

"First of all I came here to talk to you because it feels like I ain't seen you in years," I chuckled before licking my lips.

"You know what? You are crazy, you really are and I think you have bipolar disorder. So you miss me, is that right? That's why you came here?"

"Did you tell?" I questioned with a straight face.

She stopped in her tracks. "Excuse me?"

"You could've said no," I smirked.

"What are you trying to say? And are you trying to get at me? Because that's what it seems like."

"Hey Tomica. You're on in five minutes so make it snappy," said the cameraman.

"I'll be there in a second," she replied before giving me her attention again.

"When LAPD approached you and asked if you knew anything about the robbery, you could've said no."

She licked her lips and took a few steps closer.

"What is this about Eric? And how did you know I would be here? Are you stalking me or something?"

"I'm simply asking you and it's a yes or no question. Did you have anything to do with LAPD tracking me down? Did you tell them anything? Don't lie."

"So what are you trying to say? Are you calling me a snitch? You think I ratted you out?"

"I mean it makes sense. You're the only person that knows and you look like a snitching ass bitch because you're a special guest on KTLA News. And what a coincidence, your topic is gang violence," I laughed.

"Tomica! You're on in three minutes."

"I got it, thanks."

"Don't mind him, you're talking to me right now," I muttered.

"Look I have to get back to work."

"You're still a snitch. I suspect you and only you. So why did you do it? Why can't you mind your fucking business?" I spat while stepping closer to her.

"Look back up and chill. Oh and calm your voice. I didn't say anything to LAPD want to know why? Because you and your little gang was going to get busted sooner or later."

"Honestly I don't give a damn about your bitchy attitude. I'm just trying to get to the bottom of this and yes I'm pointing the finger at you."

"So you really think that I snitched? Me of all people? Eric you're not that damn important trust me. I have better things to do and all I know is don't put my damn name in this unless you have proof that it was me."

"I'm just asking girl," I laughed.

"Personally I think it's between one of your little homeboys. Have you thought about that?"

"Why would they? That shit doesn't add up because if they rat me out best believe I'm gonna throw they asses under the bus too."

"Well if you still think I did it tell me and I want to know why," she scoffed.

I raised a brow. "I was just asking because it makes sense. I mean you're a special guest on KTLA News and you know that I did rob that bank; and if you're innocent, if you didn't rat me out then why are you getting so defensive?"

"Tomica.. let's go. You're on in less than a minute."

"Look I gotta go," she mumbled "I hope you get to the bottom of that. You made a mistake and best believe you're going to pay for it."

I chuckled. "You still didn't answer the question though. Did you rat me out or not?"

"Didn't you already ask me that?"

"Tomica! Let's go," he interrupted again.

"Can you give me an extra minute please?"

He rolled his eyes and walked away.

"So what is this really about Eric? You want more fame and relevancy? Is that why you came to KTLA News? You want an interview with me?"

"The fuck I need more fame for?" I laughed "just answer the question."

"No I did not," she smirked "are you happy?"

I glared at her and she continued to smirk.

"Tomica!" the cameraman interrupted...again.

"Don't you see we're having a conversation here?" I spat.

"But sir you don't understand... this is her job and her topic which is how to stop gang violence is much more important than whatever the hell you two are talking about."

"I'll be there in a second, I promise."

"Okay well we're waiting," he sighed before walking away.

I checked my pager before giving her my attention again. "So now that we got that out of the way, I came here to talk about something else."

She continued to smirk. "So do you believe me? Do you still think that I snitched?"

I licked my lips. "You good," I shrugged.

"Okay," she laughed.

"Can we talk now? I came to ask you something."

"Go ahead. You have," she trailed off while looking at her watch "one minute. Go."

"Look I didn't mean for you to find my Smith and Wesson in my glove department. And I didn't mean for you to find out that I robbed that bank. And uh.. yeah."

She glanced at her watch. "You have fifty seconds left. Are you sure you don't want to use 'em?"

"Oh and I apologize for accusing you of ratting me out and oh yeah I uh apologize for calling you a bitch numerous times."

"Tomica," he sighed while approaching the scene "please get to work because this camera is killing me."

"Look Steve just.. go. If I say I'ma do something I'll do it," she spat.

"Back to me," I said.

"Why are you apologizing? Are you trying to get at me or something? Oh and uh you shouldn't apologize to me, you and your little crew needs to apologize to those victims."

I am so tired of this big head ass bitch Tomica. She seems like a snake to me but right now I'm trying to get between her legs so I don't need to let her know that she's a fake ass bitch.

She held her hand up, signaling me to stop talking.

"When I was sitting in the passenger's seat of your car and when I found a gun in your glove department I was scared for my life!"

"I know, I'll make it up to you if you let me ma."

"Tomica," she corrected.

"Aight ma."

She rolled her eyes. "So what, are you asking me out or something like that?"

"Yeah well not really-"

"Look you're very handsome, I'll give you that but maybe you should go get your personality makeover because aha you need one."

"There you go with that bullshit. Look do you accept my offer or not? I ain't got all day."

"Tomica," Steve muttered "please... please get back to work."

"The last thing I need is a boyfriend."

"What you think I like you? Is that what it is? You think I want a relationship? It's not that serious ma."

"Hmm," she smirked "so you think that you can disrespect me and expect me to get in bed with you? I know what this is about, you just want to fuck me huh?"

"Look it was never that serious. I don't want another relationship I just want to kick it with you," I licked my lips.

"I see the way you look at me Eric. You know you want me but you call yourself hating me so you cover it up by asking to be friends with benefits."

"Tomica please!" Steve pleaded.

I looked down. "Hmm.. looks like my favorite place to be is going to be between yo legs and I promise you'll love this shit, if you let me in."

She smirked. "So you think you can buy me with your smooth ass words and charm?"

"You never answered my question. Do you want to kick it with me or not? As friends of course."

She sighed. "Alright we can hang out, as friends. And you better not think about sex, get it through your thick skull."

"So what do you want to do? I'm down for anything. Take a chance with ya boy. Don't make me stalk you cause I will baby."

"Oh and don't call me baby cause I'm not your baby," she spat.

"Damn just trying to be friendly girl."

"Doesn't matter where we go but I do like Italian food so anything Italian is good with me. Tonight at eight o' clock and don't be late."

"Oh trust me.. I'm not going to mess this up I promise," I smirked before licking my lips.

She made her way back on set and grabbed her script.

"Oh you're back? My wife just got pregnant, carried my child for nine months, got induced, went into labor, AND had it while you were talking to a rapper," Steve spat while adjusting the camera.

"Whatever... I'm ready."

"Three, two, one, action."

"LAPD needs your help. Let's stop gang violence and help make Los Angeles a better place. What is the point of killing each other? Why? Just stop with the nonsense. If you want to help out please call 1-800-SNITCH. I'm Tomica Woods and this is KTLA News."

"And cut! Very good Tomica, you're doing well honey."

"Thanks. Now Steve, I look pretty right now huh?"

He glanced at her. "Hmph," he muttered before walking away.

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I checked my pager and noticed that I received about ten messages from Scooter's ass. After I left KTLA News, I grabbed my personal items and headed towards Compton.

I turned on the radio just because...

"LAPD needs your help. Three armed young men who robbed City National Bank are still on the run. Do you know anything? Anything at all? Please call 1-800-SNITCH. Now enjoy this requested song."

"I said you want to be starting something. You got to be starting something. I said you want to be starting something, you got to be starting something.

Too high to get over. Too low to get under. You're stuck in the middle, and the pain is thunder."

City of Compton

It's going to be another day in Compton. I have no problem helping Scooter with his money problems but I'm not getting into anymore shit because of his crazy ass.

"Yo is Scooter in there?" I asked one of his homeboys.

"Yeah he in there," he said before dapping me.

I made my way inside since his door is unlocked and found him and Lucky sitting in the dining room.

"You still mad at me?" he asked.

"Aye," I licked my lips "you need to learn how take care of your own problems because man I'm not going to be there for you always."

"I know," he lowered his head.

"So this nigga Suge Knight called my studio because of you.. why? Why did you get me involved with yo shit?"

"Because man I don't want to die! If I don't come up with this money he and his boys is gonna take me out! And Suge a big ass nigga E, you know he'll do it."

Before I could reply, we heard a bunch of little ass kids outside yelling.

"Aye Blood!" one yelled "come on out Blood!"

"I know this little ass nigga," Scooter mumbled while grabbing his gat and headed towards the door.

"Scooter come on man chill," said Lucky. We followed him outside just to calm his ass down.

"Aye red! What up Blood!" he continued to chant while throwing up gang signs.

"Blood?" Scooter chuckled "are you sure about that? That's why you need to take yo ass back to school little bastard. We flag blue."

He clocked his strap.

"Come on Scooter they just kids man," I said.

"Y'all wanna keep throwing up Bompton? Huh? Or maybe Crenshaw Mafia? Keep chanting that shit, go ahead."

"Come on man they Crips," another kid mumbled "leave 'em alone. They Crips."

"Keep throwing up Bompton pussy ass nigga. I swear your brains will be on this pavement."

"I thought y'all were Bloods man I'm sorry."

He lowered his gun and we went back inside.

"See? That's why yo ass is in a lot of shit now, always running yo big ass mouth."

"Whatever E."

"Look I gotta ask y'all something and don't lie."

"Go ahead," said Lucky.

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Quick question. Who do y'all think ratted on E? Tomica, Suge, Scooter, or Lucky?