Page 32 of Ghetto Heartstrings

Reema laughed using her fingers to play with her Chinese bang, “You see that nigga behind me, right there with the white shirt surrounded by all them bitches, look slow.” Reema told her still looking at him through her mirror.

Reema closed the mirror and grabbed the hookah, “Looks can be deceiving, that’s that nigga named Snake and definitely the man you want to see. He’s never been a flashy ass nigga but trust me when I tell you he got it.”

Reema shook her head, “Un Un girl, I don’t shit where I sleep. That one is all on you, but like I told you, I got some shit set up here, you can come work in the Glam shop with me in the meantime but everything else is on you.”

“I’ll grab it, but I’m not taking shit to his arrogant ass.” She hissed and walked off to get the bottle.

Yaya gave Reema a scolding look who in return laughed at her, “Don’t you even start that Miami shit down here.”

“She really don’t know I would fuck her up on the house.”

The girl brought the bottle back and held it in front of Yaya, “Look ma, I don’t give a damn what happened with you and that nigga but it’s plenty other bitches that work in here, so you better make it happen, have one of them take it before I make a fucking scene.”

The chick rolled her eyes not wanting to move, after a few seconds, she took it to another chick to walk over to him.

Yaya and Reema both played it cool and within a matter of seconds, the dude came over and Yaya was able to get an even better look at him.

He stood about six feet even and was perfectly built with the right size muscles matching his physique.

The first thing she noticed was his pretty ass lips; the shit she’d call pussy eating lips.

He wore a simple pair of jeans and a pair of Timbs on his feet.

He wasn’t a Boom in her eyes, but he was still fine.

“What’s good baby? I just wanted to say I appreciate the gesture and all, that was very nice of you.” He extended his hand to hers. “I’m Snake.”

She gracefully shook his hand, “I’m Yaya and this is my friend…”

“Sharon!” Reema cut her off and extended her hand, “I’m Sharon, nice to meet you.”

The fuck? Yaya thought but decided not to address it.

He briefly looked at Reema and nod his head, “Nice to meet you, Sharon.” He then looked back to Yaya’s fine ass, he knew she wasn’t from around there. “Well Yaya, if it’s not too much to ask, I want you to have my number. I don’t mind showing you around and shit.”

She frowned, “How you know I’m not from around here?”

“I know everybody, don’t let the look fool you ma, trust me, you ain’t from around here.”

Yaya couldn’t help but to chuckle, she pulled out a pen from her purse. “Give me your hand.”

“For what?” He asked.

“Give me your hand, I wont bite it.”

He held his hand out and Yaya turned it over scribbling her Google number on the inside of his hand.

“Now, the ball is in your court, you have my number so use it when you’re ready.

” She nodded her head in the direction of his table where those bitches he was with were eye fucking the shit out of her.

“I don’t want to cause problems so when you’re free… call me.” She shrugged.

Snake managed to give a little smile, “You don’t believe in phones?”

“I just like old school shit sometimes.” She smiled.

Snake licked his sexy lips and bent down to kiss her cheek, “Aiight, it was nice meeting you.” He told her again.

A few minutes later, the bottle was coming right back with a writing scribbled on a tiny piece of paper: Can’t have other bitches drinkin’ off ya tab ma, take it with you and save it for us. - Snake

“Let me see!” Reema snatched it and read it herself. “Helllll nahhhh.” She laughed.

Yaya couldn’t lie, that shit was real smooth of him, but she had something else to address. “Who the fuck is Sharon? Why did you lie about your name?”

“First of all, I live here, and you don’t. You about to do some foul shit when it comes to this nigga and I don’t need him talking about he met your ass with a girl named Reema and come looking for me and shit, un un I’m not on that.”

Yaya understood and paid the tab for the hookah and the drinks, “You ready?” She asked.

Reema picked up her glass and took her last shot, “Let’s go.”

They both made it to their cars and chopped it up for a few after, “I guess I’ll meet you tomorrow at the shop?” Yaya asked.

“At noon, I’ll be there, that’s what time we open.”

“Okay, see you tomorrow.”

On the way back to Yaya’s hotel, she thought about her friends.

It was fucked up what happened to Bugg, but she couldn’t bring herself to go to that funeral, she was still in shock from all the shit she’d found out about.

She was worried about Brook’Lynn though, no matter the distance, those were still her bitches, so she pulled out her phone and called her.

“How’s the baby? Did they let you out of there yet?” She asked.

“Hell no,” Brook’Lynn sighed. “This shit is so depressing and all I want to do is go the fuck home.” She complained.

“Perfect driving me fucking crazy treating me like a handicap and Marley’s head is so far stuck up Wise’s ass, every time she comes in here that’s all she talks about. ” She said, causing Yaya to laugh.

“Yo, I still don’t even understand that shit for the life of me.” Yaya replied.

“I heard that Brook’Lynn.” Marley said in the background.

“Oh shit, she’s in there?”

“Yeah, checking my vitals.”

“Put me on speaker.” Yaya ordered.

“I did, go ahead.”

“Heyyyyy Marley, bitch what’s good?”

Marley chuckled, she couldn’t even front, she missed Yaya’s crazy ass. “Nothing much, having some safe sex and getting paychecks.”

“Marley, you so fucking white.” She laughed.

“Well, my hood nigga likes my white azzz.” She lightly laughed.

“Girl, you don’t know what to do with that dick.”

Brook’Lynn took it off speakerphone laughing. “I wish you could see her face, she’s gonna kill you when she see’s you.”

Marley laughed in the background, “Fuck her.” She spat.

“Aww, tell her I lover her ass too.”

“You spoke to Boom?” Brook’Lynn asked, catching her off guard.

She felt a lump form in her throat, it was nothing that could break her down until somebody brought that nigga’s name up, just that quick the tears welled up in her eyes.

“Nah, he don’t want me Brook’Lynn, shit he’s made that very clear.

He don’t even respond to no calls, no nothing.

I bet he with a bitch right now as we speak. ”

“I don’t know, he came to see me like two days ago but other than that he didn’t say much.”

“It is what it is Book’Lynn.”

“That nigga still love you though.”

“Whatever, Kema told me she had to beat a bitch down, C2 came at her with some foolishness.”

Brook’Lynn laughed, “Yeah, but you know how it is, never a dull moment in our life.”

Yaya turned into the parking lot of her hotel and parked before getting out, “Look, I love you Brook, take care of that baby man, take it easy and I’ll call you in a few days.”

With that she hung up and walked inside using her card to give her access.

She immediately kicked her shoes off and took a shower before throwing her body across the bed to finally relax.

She planned on staying in her room for another week or so until she actually found the strength to find her a place, maybe a little apartment or something.

She popped two Tylenol P.M.’s anticipating sleep because she hated being up in a position where all she had time to do was think, when those walls started closing in on her it wasn’t fun, it made her realize just how lonely she really was and how much she really missed Boom.

It only took a matter of minutes before she was snoring and ready to wake up and get her day started.