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Story: Juice
Without taking her eyes off me she told him. “Dip I’ll call you later.”
“You make sure you do that.”
“Don’t wait up on that call my nigga. It ain’t happening in this fucking lifetime.”
The nigga had the nerve to wink at me before pushing away from his car. Nariah kept her hand planted on my chest until the nigga was able to get in his car. When he shut his door, she pushed me back. “You a stupid ass nigga. What if somebody sawthat shit and called the fucking police. Are you trying to go to jail?”
“Nawl but clearly you tryna send my ass there. You know I’mma kill that nigga don’t you.” I laughed but wasn’t shit funny. I meant that shit with my whole heart.
“Julius.” She sighed. “Give it a rest.” Folding her arms across her chest Nariah cocked her head to the side. “Why are you here?”
She was standing here asking me questions while my eyes were busy roaming up and down her body. Her and the nigga must’ve called they self being on a lil date or something. Nariah had on a cropped denim top, a pair of fitted camouflage pants, and the denim Jennifer Le heels I bought her. Her hair was slicked back in a low bun and her lips were bare.
Either she had ate her gloss off or her and that nigga was swapping spit. I guess it took me too long to answer ‘cause her petty ass turned and walked off. “Say Nariah don’t walk away from me like that.” I fussed.
Instead of stopping Nariah kept it pushing through the door of her building. I thumbed my nose a few times before following behind her. When we got on the elevator she stood with her back against the wall and typed something on her phone. “You gon’ ignore me?”
“Oh, like you ignored me when I asked what you was doing here.” She sassed without taking her attention off the phone.
“Keep fucking playing with me Nariah.”
“Trust. The last thing I’m doing is playing.” Fixing the watch on her wrist she glanced up at me and smiled. “You look like shit.”
“Fuck that supposed to mean?”
“Ya girl must be stressing you out.” The elevator dinged before stopping on her floor, when the doors popped opened Nariah stepped around me and exited.
“I ain’t got no fucking girl.” I mumbled lowly before marching off behind her. This girl unlocked her door and had the nerve to try to shut it in my face. “Gotta be quicker than that.” I laughed after catching the door.
Leaning down Nariah unstrapped her heels and stepped out of them. “You still ain’t said why you here. I thought I told you not to say shit to me if it wasn’t about Jude.”
“You ain’t tell me shit.” I lied and leaned against her couch. “So, you fucking with Dip?”
“We cool.”
“Cool huh?” I nodded and swiped my tongue across my bottom lip. “Let me guess you and Flocco cool too.”
That halted her steps. Nariah turned and looked me up and down before snorting. “That’s why you over here?”
Walking up on her I towered over her and glared at her face. “You fucking that nigga Nariah?”
“You got a baby on the way?” She countered and folded her arms, waiting for me to answer.
“Where the fuck you get that shit from?”
“Yo baby mama.” She laughed. “She been on her close friends posting how late she is. I guess congratulations are in order.”
“I ain’t hit no bitch raw but you.”
“That ain’t what I heard. You know you a real clown ass nigga. Pressing me ‘bout Flocco and you still fucking that bird. If Iwasfucking with him that’s my business.”
“So, you are?” I quizzed.
“Nawl. We just cool.” She popped, sounding like a whole ass nigga.
Nariah sure knew how to piss me the fuck off. “Just cool huh.” I repeated. “Say Nariah stop fucking with me. Dead ass. Cause the shit that’s running through my mind right now ain’t of God.”
“You can go fuck a bitch and put her up, but I go to dinner withonenigga and you ready to cause a scene. Grow the fuck up Julius.”
“You make sure you do that.”
“Don’t wait up on that call my nigga. It ain’t happening in this fucking lifetime.”
The nigga had the nerve to wink at me before pushing away from his car. Nariah kept her hand planted on my chest until the nigga was able to get in his car. When he shut his door, she pushed me back. “You a stupid ass nigga. What if somebody sawthat shit and called the fucking police. Are you trying to go to jail?”
“Nawl but clearly you tryna send my ass there. You know I’mma kill that nigga don’t you.” I laughed but wasn’t shit funny. I meant that shit with my whole heart.
“Julius.” She sighed. “Give it a rest.” Folding her arms across her chest Nariah cocked her head to the side. “Why are you here?”
She was standing here asking me questions while my eyes were busy roaming up and down her body. Her and the nigga must’ve called they self being on a lil date or something. Nariah had on a cropped denim top, a pair of fitted camouflage pants, and the denim Jennifer Le heels I bought her. Her hair was slicked back in a low bun and her lips were bare.
Either she had ate her gloss off or her and that nigga was swapping spit. I guess it took me too long to answer ‘cause her petty ass turned and walked off. “Say Nariah don’t walk away from me like that.” I fussed.
Instead of stopping Nariah kept it pushing through the door of her building. I thumbed my nose a few times before following behind her. When we got on the elevator she stood with her back against the wall and typed something on her phone. “You gon’ ignore me?”
“Oh, like you ignored me when I asked what you was doing here.” She sassed without taking her attention off the phone.
“Keep fucking playing with me Nariah.”
“Trust. The last thing I’m doing is playing.” Fixing the watch on her wrist she glanced up at me and smiled. “You look like shit.”
“Fuck that supposed to mean?”
“Ya girl must be stressing you out.” The elevator dinged before stopping on her floor, when the doors popped opened Nariah stepped around me and exited.
“I ain’t got no fucking girl.” I mumbled lowly before marching off behind her. This girl unlocked her door and had the nerve to try to shut it in my face. “Gotta be quicker than that.” I laughed after catching the door.
Leaning down Nariah unstrapped her heels and stepped out of them. “You still ain’t said why you here. I thought I told you not to say shit to me if it wasn’t about Jude.”
“You ain’t tell me shit.” I lied and leaned against her couch. “So, you fucking with Dip?”
“We cool.”
“Cool huh?” I nodded and swiped my tongue across my bottom lip. “Let me guess you and Flocco cool too.”
That halted her steps. Nariah turned and looked me up and down before snorting. “That’s why you over here?”
Walking up on her I towered over her and glared at her face. “You fucking that nigga Nariah?”
“You got a baby on the way?” She countered and folded her arms, waiting for me to answer.
“Where the fuck you get that shit from?”
“Yo baby mama.” She laughed. “She been on her close friends posting how late she is. I guess congratulations are in order.”
“I ain’t hit no bitch raw but you.”
“That ain’t what I heard. You know you a real clown ass nigga. Pressing me ‘bout Flocco and you still fucking that bird. If Iwasfucking with him that’s my business.”
“So, you are?” I quizzed.
“Nawl. We just cool.” She popped, sounding like a whole ass nigga.
Nariah sure knew how to piss me the fuck off. “Just cool huh.” I repeated. “Say Nariah stop fucking with me. Dead ass. Cause the shit that’s running through my mind right now ain’t of God.”
“You can go fuck a bitch and put her up, but I go to dinner withonenigga and you ready to cause a scene. Grow the fuck up Julius.”
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