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Story: Juice

“Again, I’on give a damn ‘bout changing your mind. I’m tryna change ya heart.”
“Julius.” She bleated.
“Damn…. You must really be falling for a nigga if you calling me by my first name and shit.”
“Somebody must’ve dropped you on your head as a baby.”
“I’mma tell my mama you talking shit ‘bout her.” I joked.
“Julius!” She shrieked and pinched my side. “I didn’t say anything about your mama.”
“I’m fucking with ya. On the real though. All I’m tryna do is take you out to eat Nariah. Hopefully I can change your perception ofniggaslike me.” I chuckled.
Nariah nibbled on the bottom of her lip and stared off. “If I agree to one date, will you let me be.”
“I ain’t gon’ promise that. Cause I’m tryna get at you on the real.”
“You don’t know me enough to wanna get at me.”
I tossed my arms up and huffed. “That’s the reason I’m tryna take you out.”
Sighing dejectedly, she turned toward me. “Where you tryna take me Julius?”
“Wherever you wanna go.”
“Plan the date, Julius.”
“You gone come for real?”
“Yes.”
“You gone give me your number?”
“Hand me your phone.”
Pulling it out of my pocket I placed it in the palm of her hand. “And don’t give me no fake shit.”
“Shut up.” She laughed. Typing her number in she saved it and passed the phone back to me.
I looked down at the screen and saw she’d put her number in under Nari with a star beside it. “Nari huh?”
“Yep.” She sassed and stood up. “I guess I’ll see you aroundJulius.”
“You getting ready to leave now?”
“Yeah. I gotta go get my stuff from the back but after that I’m leaving.”
“I’mma walk you out.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Nawl, I do. Its late and anybody could be hiding in the cut waiting to catch a lick.”
“You right.” She shrugged. “Give me a minute.”
“I’ll be by the door.” I specified before following her out of the section. When I made it by the door I stood with my back against the wall and my eyes on the door I saw Nariah enter. I ain’t wanna miss her coming out.
With the wad of cash, I had given her and what I assume she made tonight she ain’t need to be walking outside by herself with all of that on her. Ain’t no telling who saw me hand that shit to her.