Zero Degrees Part 1

Chapter 3



My first day in juvie was like my first day of high school. I had a hard look on my face wishing a bitch would. All I could think about was how I was going to beat a bitch’s ass if she came at me on some gay bullshit, point blank, no questions asked and no unnecessary fussing. The guard led me to one of the many one story brick buildings that they referred to as cottages. There was a fence that surrounded the property. I smiled at the thought of escaping to Buff’s crib in Campbell Terrace projects in the Ville.

Campbell Terrace had a bad rep, but I felt safe there because Buff, whose government was Jamal, ran shit with his older brother Jimel. Jimel, better known as Zeus in the streets, was twenty and Buff was seventeen. Zeus was fine as hell with his black, sexy ass. He was 6’4 and weighed a solid 225 lbs. He had sexy, dark brown, tight eyes like he was part Asian, with thick juicy lips. Buff was nice looking too, but he hadn’t made it to Zeus’s status yet. I knew that those niggas could take on those faggot ass guards if they came to break me out.

“Okay Zeaira, meet your bunkmates Ameria, Christeena, Lorielle, Felicia and Monica.”

They nodded and mumbled unenthusiastic hellos. I didn’t say anything in return. Ameria was the only one who smiled at me. I could tell that Christeena was a lesbian. She didn’t look like she belonged in juvie. She appeared older and was bigger, like she was in her early twenties. She was tall, about 5’10 with a thick frame. She wasn’t fat, but she wore big clothes and sported corn rows. She was the color of milk chocolate with a pretty face. Lorielle, Felicia and Monica were suspect, but I couldn’t tell by looking at them. Ameria seemed to be straight, but you never could tell.

The guard showed me to my bed and let me know where to put my belongings.

“Okay ladies, make Zeaira feel at home. Just like you all, she’ll be here for a while,” she said with a smirk on her face.

‘Slick mouth bitch,’ I thought.

“You have a few hours before lunch, so get acquainted with your new roomie. No trouble Christeena,” she said cutting her eyes at her as she left.

The room was silent for about ten minutes as the five strangers studied me. I knew that something was about to jump off. I could feel it. One of those broads were going to try me.

“So, what you do shawty?” A husky voice asked behind me. I had a feeling it was Christeena. I turned to see that she was staring at me with lust in her eyes. I’d seen that look in men’s eyes before when they looked at me; especially Goody. I recognized it well.

“You tell me what you did first,” I said giving her attitude.

“Hustlin’, you know bakin’ and sellin’ them cookies. I did a few armed robberies and shit too. Your turn,” she said undressing me with her eyes.

I shook my head at her in disgust. When Christeena winked at me I focused on the other four girls. “What the rest of ya’ll do?” I asked.

Ameria spoke up first. “My boyfriend Reggie robbed this old white dude and then shot him in the neck twice. He died right in front of me. I didn’t know he was going to kill him. I’ll be here for three more years. He got life without parole. He’s locked up in Raleigh at Central Prison. We’re still together, but…” Her voice trailed off and her eyes filled with tears.

“I stabbed my boyfriend in the stomach, but he lived. I slashed the bitch he was cheating on me with in the face. I got two years,” Felicia said like she didn’t care one way or another.

“I stole a couple cars and moved some powder over state lines for my ex-boyfriend. I got a year and half left,” Monica said.

Lorielle looked up and spoke in a timid voice. “Me and my girls stole some really expensive jewelry from a jewelry store. We had done it at other jewelry stores too. We had got ‘bout $100,000 worth of shit. Oh, I got two DUI’s and I got caught selling X and weed at school. I got two more years.”

I was surprised as hell, because Lorielle looked and sounded so innocent.

“So?”Christeena asked me as she licked her lips. The sly smile that covered her face made me want to url.

“I shot and killed my mom’s boyfriend,” I said bluntly.

They looked shocked.

At lunch time we filed down to the chow hall in silence. As we stood in line waiting to be served I felt a hand brush against my ass. I turned around and Christeena flicked her tongue out at me.

“Yeah, I wanna eat that puss…” Before she could get the words out I elbowed the hoe in her face with all my might. I felt the gristle and bone snap as I swung again with an over hand right and caught her on the chin. She staggered backwards with blood running from her nose as she squinted at me like her vision was blurred. The bitch was dazed. I lunged forward and kicked that bitch in her p-ssy. By then all the girls were hooting, hollering and instigating the fight as they formed a circle around us. To my surprise, Christeena shook that shit off like a real dude. Someone in the crowd yelled,

“F*ck that bitch up Christeena!”

Other girls began to join in on Teena’s cheering squad, telling her to whoop my ass. I was the new girl and they all acted like I was the enemy. I put up my fists just like Buff had taught me. I was prepared to fight the big lesbian bitch like a man. That was until she reached inside her pants and pulled out a knife. The handle was missing and it had tape around it. The sharpened edges glistened. I took a timid step backwards and someone tried to trip me. I nearly stumbled and fell, but I caught myself. That’s when Christeena charged me. I remember hearing her yelling like she intended to inflict so much bodily harm. By then blood was gushing out of her nose like a faucet. She looked demented, like a crazed mantic. She swung the knife and barely missed my face. I quickly ducked underneath her, scooped her high off her feet and slammed her hard on her back. I heard her gasp as she embraced the pain and got the wind knocked out of her. The knife slid across the linoleum floor.

I sat on her chest, grabbed the back of her braided hair and tried to pound her face in. We scuffled like crabs in a bucket. She bit my arm, kicked and thrashed. I was beating her ass and raking my fingernails across her face. One of her home girls pulled my hair, yanked hard and hit me in the face. I was stunned. She was trying to roll me over so that Christeena would be on top. By then I was tired and I didn’t have enough energy to fight two bitches. That was when I heard someone yell out,

“Uh, uh, hell naw’ll Keisha! You ain’t goin’ jump in. It’s just between them two or else it’s goin’ be me and you bitch!”

I looked up to see Ameria shove the girl off me. Ameria had walked into the chaos just in time. They were getting ready to rat pack my ass.

Someone yelled, “The guards comin’!”

One of Christeena’s girls picked the knife up off the floor and took off with it as the girls dispersed. For some reason I couldn’t let go of Christeena’s hair as I panted hard as hell. Shit, I was tired. We had scrapped hard and long.

The guards pulled me off Christeena as she just lay on her back in a puddle of blood. I watched her chest move as she struggled to breathe. Her agony was etched on her face as she grimaced in pain with blood stained teeth. That was when I saw all the blood coming from the back of her head. When I slammed her on the hard floor it opened up a deep gash in her head. We were both covered in blood and the scene was quite gory. Christeena had to be taken to an outside hospital’s emergency room. They said that that fight was one of the best throw down, fist fights the institution had ever had.

While the fight was being investigated, I was placed in segregation for twenty four hours and then released back into the unit. Christeena kept her mouth shut and told them that we had been horse playing.

After that Christeena, or nobody else ever tried me with that bullshit again. Christeena and I had actually become cool after she came back from the hospital weeks later. She had suffered a concussion, cracked rib and a broken nose. I didn’t have any problems out of my other bunkmates, or the other girls in the camp. Ameria was my girl. I f*cked with her hard, because she was just a down ass chick. When I thanked her for helping me out all she said with a grin on her face was,

“I never liked that Keisha bitch anyway.”

* * *

After that the three of us became really close. Christeena actually asked me to teach her that scoop move I used when I slammed her on the floor. It took everything in my power not to laugh.

Our friendship continued to grow with time. I eventually started calling them Teena and Peaches and they called me Zero. I even got a 0 tattoo on my arm while I was there.

One day the three of us were in the cell playing a game of cutthroat card game for money on Ameria’s bunk. Lucky ass Teena was winning all my damn money. She was up about three hundred dollars. It was all money that I had been smuggling in through visits and hustling weed.

I watched Teena bob her head as she listened to her headphones.

She sang along to whatever she was listening to and slammed her hand down. She had twenty six, all hearts. I counted my cards and I had twenty three in clubs. I threw my hand down and caught her trying to run. She had to pay up in double and it was a fifty dollar pot. We all laughed.

“Bitch tryin’ to run on me again. I told you I was going to catch that ass,” I beamed as I counted my money. Suddenly the obese male guard walked in. His fat ass was always trying to catch us naked. We quickly stashed our money.

“You got mail,” he said breathing hard like an animal as he looked at my breasts. Suddenly he looked up and passed me several letters. He had on some kind of funky cologne that smelled like roach spray. When he walked out of the cell Teena wrinkled her nose.

“Dayum, y’all smell that?

“Skunk spray for men,” Peaches said making a comical face. We all erupted in laughter.

I opened the letter from Buff. He had sent me another money order along with some pictures. Peaches and Teena both leaned all the way in my space trying to steal a glance at the photos.

Peaches commented, “Damn that muf*cka is fine and I know that he puts all that money on your books. He must got that paper,” she said.

That bitch was very observant and nosey. “Buff is my best friend. That’s all.”

“So, you ain’t never f*cked him?” She asked looking surprised.

“No, I ain’t never f*cked nobody,” I said.

Now Peaches was looking at me like I was crazy. “You serious?”

I nodded. “I ain’t never been into a dude like that. I was so busy trying to keep my mom’s boyfriend off me.”

Teena grinned. “So how do you know you ain’t into chicks then? You ain’t even had a dick.”

I laughed. “Whatever Teena. I am attracted to niggas, not bitches. That I do know. I just never got around to it. If I hadn’t ended up in here, who knows.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I wanted to get with Buff’s brother Zeus, but he’s an older cat.”

“How you and Buff get so close?” Peaches asked.

“When I was eleven we were living in the PJ’s. Campbell Terrace is the name of ‘em.”

“Yeah, I heard of Campbell Terrace in “Fayettenam.” It’s hard out there in them jects. People be sleeping on North Carolina, but you got crazy ass niggas everywhere. I heard ‘bout how those crazy muf*ckas on Murchison road be murkin’ muf*ckas. So, your crazy ass is from the hood. Should’ve known,” Teena said. She was from Charlotte.

“Yeah, you can say that,” I said. I’d left out details about my early child hood days, when I did live in a nice house in a good neighborhood. “One day I was walking to the store to get some vegetable oil for my mom. On the way back this dude stopped me and tried to get me to get in his van. Buff was walking toward us. He saw what was going on and grabbed a beer bottle that was on the ground, ran up on dude and bust his head open for me. He made sure that I got home safe and shit.”

I smiled at the memory. “Buff is a hard head ass nigga who loves the hustle and wants to run shit like his big brother. He taught me how to fight like a nigga. He looked out for me when nobody else would. After my mama got with Goody we moved out of the projects. I still spent most of my time with Buff in the Terrace. We’d smoke mad trees and play video games. He even taught me how to shoot and gave me the burner I killed Goody wit’. He told me that if that nigga f*cked with me to blast his ass, so I did it. Buff’s the one who started calling me Zero. Ze from Zeaira and Ro from Rowe. He said that name fits me ‘cause I’m cold as hell. That’s my nigga.”

“So, you ain’t feelin’ Buff like that?” Peaches quizzed. She must’ve been interested in him. I wondered what had happened to her boyfriend.

“No, I don’t like Buff like that. He’s like my brother,” I confirmed for her.

Her lips curled up into a mischievous smile. “Well, the next time you write him ask him if I can send him a letter. I know Reggie’s gonna be locked up forever and ain’t no future in that shit. I’ll be eighteen when I get out of here and I want something to look forward to. He ain’t gotta be my man, but on the first day I get out of here I’m trying to f*ck something. I miss that shit,” she said.

I just shook my head because she seemed too young to be so sexually experienced.

Teena chuckled. “I feel you. I gets mine in here though. You know me. I got plenty bitches to choose from. Too bad ya’ll bitches won’t get your pussies licked up in here.”

She had so many chickens in the camp sprung out over her. Most of the time if there was some ruckus going on it was two bitches fighting over Teena’s ass.

“I don’t get that gay shit. I mean, I like gettin’ head, but I need a dick behind that shit,” Peaches said with a frown wrinkling her nose and forehead.

Her family had money and she’d gone to a private school. They made sure she had a good lawyer who assured that she was tried for a lesser crime as a minor. Reggie was nineteen, so he was tried as an adult. Peaches’s mom was black and her father was white. She’d explained that she got her smoky, gray eyes from him. With skin the color of almonds, long, sandy brown hair and lips like Megan Goode’s, she was very attractive. At 5’1, she weighed a petite, but shapely 115 lbs.

“How many dudes you been with?” I asked her.

“Only two. My first was my ex-boyfriend Mazi. That shit hurt like hell. I was thirteen and he was sixteen. I always liked older boys. I guess I was just being rebellious. Mazi was a thug and that shit turned me on. It was probably because my parents were strict and there wasn’t shit going on at home. I wanted some excitement and being with Mazi gave me that. I snuck out all the time to go see him. He had my ass gone because he loved eating me out. I’d never felt anything like that shit. He ended up getting shot in the head during a drug deal. Some niggas robbed him. We found later that it had been a set up. After that I met Reggie and…” Her voice trailed off and her eyes were moist.

Attempting to relieve the tension in the air, I turned to Teena. “You ever been with a dude, or you always knew you liked girls?” I asked her.

“I was with a dude once.” She had a faraway look in her eyes, like she was reliving the moment. “He was my foster father. I was about to turn twelve. He f*cked me almost every night and I was there for about a year. After that I never wanted to see another dick again. When I was removed from that home I was sent to another. That couple just ignored me. I was just a form of income to me. I met this older chick named Trice that lived next door. She was ‘bout eighteen and I was fourteen. Her folks were never home and one day when I got off the school bus she was outside. She had on some real short shorts and a shirt that showed her sexy ass belly button ring. After she invited me in that day I knew.” She laughed. “That bitch had my head f*cked up. She taught me how to please a woman. She had mad skills, so in no time I had her ass climbing the walls. Shit, I can eat p-ssy better than any dude, ‘cause I know exactly what to do with it. That’s why I got these broads in here f*cked up. When I turned fifteen me and old girl got a crib together. My foster parents didn’t give a f*ck since they still got a check for me. She taught me how to hustle and we got that money together. That bitch didn’t tell me that the cops were watching us. She just left one day and let me take the fall for everything. It’s all good though, ‘cause I was f*cking with two of her girls who be putting money on my books and shit.”

And that was how it went. I got to know Teena and Peaches and they were my two road dawgs through thick and thin, ride or die. Their loyalty was proven over time and the three of us vowed to have each other’s backs no matter what. We called ourselves “three the hard way”.