Flint Book 1:

Book 1: Flint

by Treasure Hernandez

Genres: African American Urban; Romantic Suspense

Synopsis

Welcome to Flint, Michigan, one of the roughest little cities in America, a place where the good die young, loyalty is a rarity, and everybody has a hustle. Malek Johnson's hustle is the basketball court, and he's the best Flint's projects has ever produced. He's on his way to the University of Michigan, but not for long, because all the NBA scouts say he's destined for the pros after a year or two of seasoning. Malek finds love in the super fine girl everyone calls Halleigh, and he promises her that he will take her out of the hood. When Halleigh's virginity is traded in exchange for her mother's drug tab, their dream spirals out of control, and they are quickly separated and sucked into the life that they have so desperately tried to avoid. With no place to go, their destinies take them down separate paths. Malek becomes affiliated with the North Side's biggest kingpin, and Halleigh is manipulated into the streets by his South Side adversary. North versus South, love versus loyalty, and lies versus truth. What will they choose? Walk with Halleigh and Malek as they introduce you to a new struggle in a new city...a place called Flint.

Release date: February 1, 2008

Publisher: Urban Audiobooks

Print pages: 288

Sample

“There go your boy,” Nikki whispered to Halleigh as they sat in the cafeteria watching Malek Johnson lope into the room.

Halleigh glanced up, and her thin, glossy lips were instantly graced with a smile at just the sight of him. Malek stood out like a Hollywood celebrity against the crowd of Flint Central High School students milling about the lunchroom. At six feet, five inches tall and well-built, it wasn’t just his clean-cut, Sean John look, but he also had a charismatic presence that commanded nothing but the utmost respect. And he received it. He also had a smile that melted the panties off many females throughout the school, with the exception of Halleigh Walters.

Yeah, Mr. Malek might have looked good and all, draped in his blue, gray, and white plaid Sean Jean button-up and his midnight blue Sean John jeans, and any other girl would have been happy to stitch his name on her “Vickie” panties. But Halleigh, in her own gentle presence, demanded her own respect, and she couldn’t get it by becoming just another shoestring hole in his Jordan’s, to be laced up with all those other tricks he’d been with. She had to show that she was a different kind of breed and unlike those other hoodrats he’d fucked with before.

After realizing that she was smiling just like some of those other groupies that couldn’t wait for him to pass them by just so they could get high off of his lingering scent, Halleigh quickly got rid of it and replaced it with the twisting up of her lips and a shrug of her shoulders. “Yeah, I see him,” she said nonchalantly. She poked at the entrée that the school cook referred to as spaghetti, but from what she could see, it was just a bunch of noodles with a couple hunks of ground burger here and there. And the last time she checked, spaghetti had sauce.

Nikki told her, “Girl, all I can say is that you crazy. I would’ve been gave that nigga some, if I was you. You know he’s going to the league. You need to be trying to have his baby. That NBA money will have you set for life.”

As she spoke, Nikki watched Malek’s every move. His popularity was evident. His confident swagger not only demanded Halleigh’s and Nikki’s attention, but everyone grinned and called out his name as he passed, like the act of saying his name alone made them part of his dream—the one to escape the ghetto. He was the number one high school basketball prospect in the state. In the world, for all they knew.

The students acted like paparazzi or would-be agents.

“Waddup? Malek, you the man.”

“Malek, did you decide where you gon’ go yet?”

“Malek, you gon’ sign if you get drafted?”

Malek worked the crowd, slapping hands with some of his teammates that stood in his path; a path that one would think should have been laid out with a red carpet. He gave dap to other classmates and pounds to a few of his friends he’d grown up with. Without missing a beat, he bobbed his head to an invisible rhythm, as a five-person BET camera crew followed his every move.

Malek was expected to be the number one pick in the upcoming draft, and he was high from all the attention he had been receiving over the past couple of weeks. Malek hadn’t decided if he would enter the league or if he would try his hand at college first, and the anticipation over his decision was killing sports fans all across the country. Malek was the man of the hour, and everybody wanted a piece of him. Even Halleigh wanted a piece of him, literally. She could just taste him, but would never dare to let that little fact be known.

“Shut up, Nikki,” Halleigh snapped. “It’s not like that with me and him. I’m not trying to trap anybody. I just like being around him.”

“Just like being around him? Girl, you better do more than just be around that nigga. Hell, a fly buzzing around his head is just being around him. You better give him some of that thing right there”—Nikki pointed to Halleigh’s girlhood—“before the next chick steals on your man.” Nikki looked around the cafeteria at the damn-near drooling chicks. “These scandalous bitches don’t just see a good-looking brotha when they look at Malek. They see dollar signs. They practically begging him to fuck with them.” Nikki was seriously trying to put her friend up on game. Shit, I’d throw some pussy his way if I thought he would take it, she thought to herself.

Nikki flipped her long hair out of the way before taking a bite of her roll that accompanied the spaghetti. Her dark brown locks were wavy now, after having worn her hair in French braids for the last week. Against her dark brown, smooth skin her hair made her look exotic, like she was from the islands or something. She was gorgeous. A chocolate delight, to say the least. Standing at average height, around five foot, six inches, Nikki was also of average size, a twelve in winter months and a ten in the summer months. She made it a point to shed any extra pounds she had accumulated in the winter months by the time the school year was up. She had to look good in a two-piece for whenever she went to the pool. All the ballers hung out at the pool, on the prowl for a summer bunny, which meant for some lucky female, three months of shopping, eating out, and as a bonus, maybe they’d even get a tennis bracelet. She had managed to earn two since her ninth grade year. And if her best friend played her cards right with Malek, she too could begin her collection. That’s why she had to come to her from the hip, letting her know that if she didn’t show her hand, another bitch might trump her ass.

“I’m not worried about the next girl,” Halleigh said. “I know what me and Malek got. He ain’t worried about nobody else but me. It’s me and him against the world.”

Halleigh was, in fact, as confident as she sounded. Ever since she first met Malek back in eighth grade, long before he became the high school basketball star that he was today, he had always been nothing but kind and respectful to her. Back then, they had shared a history class together when the two of them, along with two other students, were placed in a group to work on a project together. At the time, Malek was kicking it with some girl named Nessa, but his attraction to Halleigh was evident from the way he stared at her whenever she was discussing something about the project. Malek was fine, and no girl in her right mind wouldn’t have had a mutual attraction. But what really drew Halleigh to him was the fact that he never came on to her. She assumed it was because he respected his relationship with Nessa.

After their history class together, Malek and Halleigh didn’t really talk much, but whenever they passed each other in the halls, the unspoken attraction took up the space between them. Even after Malek and Nessa broke up, when other girls would swarm him, trying to be his next chick, Halleigh never pushed up on him. She figured if he wanted her, he’d come to her; she shouldn’t have to chase after no man.

By the same token, with all the girls chasing after him, Malek felt that if Halleigh was interested in being his girl, then she would show her interest by doing the same thing the other girls were doing, but she didn’t. So Malek did go on to kick it with plenty of other girls before finally, in eleventh grade, putting his pride aside and going after Halleigh and making her his one and only.

When they first got together all kinds of whispers and rumors made the rounds of the school. “Girl, he just gon’ screw you and dump you like he did all them other girls.”

“Don’t get comfortable. He loves ’em and leaves ’em.”

“If all the other chicks didn’t have what it takes to keep him, what makes you think you do?”

“I hear he’s sleeping with you and every other girl in the school.”

And although, in most cases, the gossip might have gotten to other couples and put a dent in their relationship, it only made Halleigh and Malek more bound and determined to prove everybody wrong.

Halleigh never let the rumors that Malek was fucking so-and-so get to her. Some of the girls started the rumors themselves, just to try and break up the couple so that they could have dibs, but it never worked. And it never convinced Halleigh to give up her own virginity just so she could keep her man.

“Yeah, all that is cool, but you never gonna lose that cherry if you keep waiting for shit to happen. You have to make shit happen.” Nikki eyeballed Halleigh with a knowing look.

“Yeah, whateva.” Halleigh tossed her hair flippantly. Her hair wasn’t as long as Nikki’s, but it was a good length, to her shoulders. Halleigh always wore it flat-iron straight with feathered side bangs down her face. Light skinned and not as gorgeous as Nikki or as tall, she was still cute in the face. Cute enough to have Malek sniffing behind her for all those years, anyway. And she had a nice figure that was lean and toned, but meaty and thick in all the right places.

Somewhat peeved, Halleigh arose from the table and made her way over to Malek. Halleigh didn’t care what Nikki said. She didn’t see her with any steady boyfriend, so what did she know? All those drawers she had dropped, and where was her man? Doesn’t matter how beautiful a girl is on the outside, if niggas know that everybody done been inside, they ain’t trying to make her wifey. And although Halleigh loved Nikki like a stepsister, she was the prime example of why she hadn’t given it up. She wanted to make sure that when she did have sex, it would be with someone who she knew loved her for her and not for what was between her legs. And last night, she had come to the conclusion of who that person was.

After making her way to Malek, Halleigh quickly took her place under one of his arms. He introduced her to the world as he gazed into the cameras. “This is my girl, Halleigh.” He looked down at her and kissed her on the forehead. “This is my boo.”

This time, Halleigh let the smile stay painted on her lips as she mouthed, “Hi” to the cameras and waved. Standing by Malek’s side while he was being interviewed, she was so glad she’d worn her orange designer dress to school that day. She couldn’t stop smiling if someone had paid her. Every time she was around him, she felt lucky to be a part of his life.

Standing there together in front of the cameras, they were in sharp contrast to one another. He was tall and slim; she was short and thick. He was a dark sienna brown, and she was a rich persimmon color. He was full of personality and animated, and she was laid-back and plain.

Even though Halleigh looked innocent, a lot of people thought that she was a freak behind doors, that usually it was the quiet ones that you had to look out for. So they figured Malek was probably only with her for what she could do for him behind closed doors. And a lot of people also thought that she was only with Malek because of his promising future, but she knew the deal. She was with him because she loved him. They had been dating since their junior year and were friends long before that, not to mention he knew her like no one else did.

Halleigh stood by him until the end of his interview, and then they strolled out of the cafeteria together. He kissed the top of her head as they made their way down the hallway. “So what’s all that you were talking on the phone last night?” Malek asked. He couldn’t wait for the opportunity to bring up that conversation today. He needed to make sure that his conversation last night with her wasn’t just a dream, or that she hadn’t been half-’sleep when she’d called him up late last night.

Halleigh blushed. She thought back to the conversation she’d had with him the night before. The phone call she’d made after coming to the conclusion that Malek really did love her for her and not just for the sex. Because she hadn’t given him any. But now she wanted to. She knew deep down inside that she didn’t have to have sex to keep him. She wanted to have sex with him. . .