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Story: Juice
“Oh, girl I had forgot all about that shit.”
“I bet you did.” I laughed.
Tossing my duffle bag down I sat on the bench, kicked off my shoes, and pulled tonight’s uniform out of the bag.
“I gotta tell you about my night.” Shunta beamed.
“You ended up hooking up with ole boy?”
“Something like that.” She muttered.
“What that mean?”
“Well...I tried to get at him, but he wasn’t interested. I ended up linking with his manager.”
“Oh.”
“The nigga caked up too. He took me to the Westin and blew my back out.”
“Sounds like fun.” I teased.
“Girl it was.” She huffed. “Anyway, so I rode with him to drop Juice off at his house and he uh...he was asking about you.”
“Not interested, Shunta.”
“I know.” She twiddled with her fingers. “But I kind of told him I would give you his number and bring you with me to the studio.”
I knew it was ‘bout to be some bullshit when she opened her mouth. “Now why you lie to that boy like that?”
“Oh, come on Nariah. All the man wanna do is get to know you.”
“I hear ya, but I promise I’m not interested.”
“He cool and not like the rest of them.”
Standing up I shed my tights and shimmied into the cheeky black shorts. “And you know that how?”
“We talked duh.” She stated, making me roll my eyes at her.
“Juice wants some ass, and I don’t have none to give him.”
“Girl.” She looked me up and down. “You got more than enough ass.”
The two of us fell out laughing ‘cause she was right. I had a nice sizednaturalass. The kind that you could see from the front. Thanks to my mama the body was giving. All those years of playing basketball kept me in shape.
“On the real Nariah, he on you bad.”
“What nigga ain’t?” I tossed out. I wasn’t trying to sound cocky or nothing, but it was the truth. Juice wasn’t the only nigga that I’d ran into that was checking for me. Just like I wasn’t interested in them I wasn’t interested in him.
My lack of interest had nothing to do with me being scorned from a previous relationship or nothing like that. I genuinely wasn’t interested in anything but my money and my education. Unlike a lot of the girls, I worked with I had goals. I was in school taking classes so that I could get into Mercer’s accelerated pharmacy program.
The entire program would take seven years to complete but when I finished, I would graduate with a Bachelor of Science in health science, as well as my PharmD. The course load was heavy as hell, but this was something that I wanted more than anything and I had no plans on slowing down until I was walking across that stage.
“All I’m saying is Juice is on the come up. You could benefit from being connected to a nigga like him.”
“I’ll pass. I got my sights on something greater than being known as a rapper’s girlfriend.”
“Okay well if not for him then me. Come to the studio and kick it with me. One night off your normal routine won’t hurt you, Nariah.”
“I bet you did.” I laughed.
Tossing my duffle bag down I sat on the bench, kicked off my shoes, and pulled tonight’s uniform out of the bag.
“I gotta tell you about my night.” Shunta beamed.
“You ended up hooking up with ole boy?”
“Something like that.” She muttered.
“What that mean?”
“Well...I tried to get at him, but he wasn’t interested. I ended up linking with his manager.”
“Oh.”
“The nigga caked up too. He took me to the Westin and blew my back out.”
“Sounds like fun.” I teased.
“Girl it was.” She huffed. “Anyway, so I rode with him to drop Juice off at his house and he uh...he was asking about you.”
“Not interested, Shunta.”
“I know.” She twiddled with her fingers. “But I kind of told him I would give you his number and bring you with me to the studio.”
I knew it was ‘bout to be some bullshit when she opened her mouth. “Now why you lie to that boy like that?”
“Oh, come on Nariah. All the man wanna do is get to know you.”
“I hear ya, but I promise I’m not interested.”
“He cool and not like the rest of them.”
Standing up I shed my tights and shimmied into the cheeky black shorts. “And you know that how?”
“We talked duh.” She stated, making me roll my eyes at her.
“Juice wants some ass, and I don’t have none to give him.”
“Girl.” She looked me up and down. “You got more than enough ass.”
The two of us fell out laughing ‘cause she was right. I had a nice sizednaturalass. The kind that you could see from the front. Thanks to my mama the body was giving. All those years of playing basketball kept me in shape.
“On the real Nariah, he on you bad.”
“What nigga ain’t?” I tossed out. I wasn’t trying to sound cocky or nothing, but it was the truth. Juice wasn’t the only nigga that I’d ran into that was checking for me. Just like I wasn’t interested in them I wasn’t interested in him.
My lack of interest had nothing to do with me being scorned from a previous relationship or nothing like that. I genuinely wasn’t interested in anything but my money and my education. Unlike a lot of the girls, I worked with I had goals. I was in school taking classes so that I could get into Mercer’s accelerated pharmacy program.
The entire program would take seven years to complete but when I finished, I would graduate with a Bachelor of Science in health science, as well as my PharmD. The course load was heavy as hell, but this was something that I wanted more than anything and I had no plans on slowing down until I was walking across that stage.
“All I’m saying is Juice is on the come up. You could benefit from being connected to a nigga like him.”
“I’ll pass. I got my sights on something greater than being known as a rapper’s girlfriend.”
“Okay well if not for him then me. Come to the studio and kick it with me. One night off your normal routine won’t hurt you, Nariah.”
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