Chapter 6: Loud speaks patois

Statements in the () are translated from the French Language

"What is happening? Principal Bastien! Are you expelling him?"

Principal Bastien stood from his seat and walked to the window exposing only his smoothly ironed black blazer suit and his shinny shaved head.

"Yes Samson. The school has decided."

(For what?)

(For breaking someone's tooth.)

(Not someone, Nick. It was a self defense principal)

(There is no prove to that claim son. The press will ask.)

(Is anyone talking about the rational here? I will prove that to the press, I will stand as a witness.)

(You will not want to do that Sam. Besides, the school does no need all that drama.)

(Of course I will)...

They discussed a lot beyond my catch. I had just a smattering of  French unlike Loud, he always came best in French classes and and principal Bastien loved him for that. I guessed he thought that was going to be helpful. I just intuited that no positivity came through the long talk. Principal Bastien walked up to me and tapped me on the shoulder.

"I am so sorry Ben, but my hands are glued. And please tell your parent not to bother, it will not be necessary."

And that was it. Ever since then, Loud visited every weekend. One time, he was asked to deliver a travelogue speech in a Parents Teachers conference; he delivered a trenchant speech instead - an angry denunciation of the school iniquitous act towards me. The microphone was turned down on him and he was almost expelled if not for the role his uncle played in the school financially. That evening, I called and begged him to kill the energy that I was already enrolled into a school in Little Land, since schools in Capital city rejected my applications because I was expelled from Heaven's Gate highschool.

Loud was not just my best friend, he was my family, he was the brother that I never had. He nicknamed me 'Bad' when he discovered that I had been selling weed and drugs since my sixth grade; I nicknamed him 'Loud' and 'Ladies man' when I discovered his love for the Loud Dreams, and his relationship with the ladies. But he was called Loud most often.

I sold weed and drugs for Bloodshots for years, he was my godfather - he initiated me into green knights as a low lord. Bloodshots was shot dead one black Sunday at Capital city mall in an unsuccessful robbery. So, I inherited the business, initiated over fifty low lords including Steel, String, Deto and Anger and became the number two in the game. However, in few years, I will become a high lord, then, after a few years I will retire and have a happy life like my dad who was also my guider in the game.

"Here is your merchandise nigga!"

Loud walked to me to receive his goods well packed in an opaque ' Talking Chef Restaurant' customized nylon. He was already having a fancy free moment with the ladies. Loud's ability to penetrate a woman's heart was quite inimitable; not just because he was a swish young man; he just had the key, the punchlines, the perfect words and sometimes I just wished he sublimated all that to writing music, script or something similar.

"Is that my tools?"

"Yeah it is dude. Everything is right in there."

"Thanks g, ama buzz ya CashApp asap."

"No shit. I gat something for you my nigga."

"What?"

"Here is a half capsule of xan just for you."

"Oh! Oh! Oh! You for real? Give me a hug brother. Where the fuck you get xan?"

"You can call me Bad, nigga."

"Nah! I call you Don Bad, nigga."

"Don Bad?"

"Yeah! Don Bad. Yo! Ladies from this moment, you call him Don Bad; thank you."

Loud and I had only heard about xanax from my favorite artist (Youngthug) but we never saw or had it; with the help of my Italian business partners I was able to get a package of it. Loud opened a carton inside the thick 'Bendez' nylon he arrived with and pulled out a bottle of liqueur.

"And I gat this for you fam. They call it the American Honey."

"Wow! Thanks a lot fam. You gat to open it and take a sip."

"Alright g, just a sip."

That was the green knights tradition and I needed to uphold it, most especially in the presence of my godsons. He took a mouthful of it and swirled it around his mouth then swallowed it, and passed the bottle to me to do the same.

"Ama need hit the road right now fam."

"Sure. I'll see you to the gate."

Loud never forgot the ladies, no, not for once.

"Alright ladies, see ya sexy sexy soon."

"You too Loud."

"So, how is the biz g?"

"Not bad bruh. You get ya cut next weekend like we agreed."

"That is not why I asked bro."

"I know, I am just telling you fam."

"I just want you to put ya head on the swivel."

"You know I never stiff that head fam."

"Good g. Sup fam? Those ladies are damn spiritual."

"Shut the fuck up! Don't you gat a woman of your own?"

"You know I don't, g."

"Um! What about Maribel? You were together the other night."

"Yeah! We just talked."

"Just talked?"

He collected my stick, had a heavy drag and made a wreath; he smirked and went behind the east gate. My intuition told me a lot happened that night; besides, Loud was a plausible liar.

That was Samson Frodd, popularly known as Loud; my best friend and brother that I never had. A year after Bloodshots died, Loud advised me to expand my business and do wholesales only. He did not just advised me; he loaned me a lot of cash to re-up , and as such, he became my silent business partner too.

Did you know that the famous British singer Adele was once expelled from school for picking up a fight with a Gareth Gate's fan?