Page 16 of He Thugged Me First

KASAIR

I stood with my arms crossed, watching the young boys unload the dope I had ordered from Ric last month.

The man was always late, but it never mattered.

His shit was the purest and made nothing but shitloads of money.

With Mazz stepping out and handing things over to me and Quari, I wanted to make sure things still ran as smooth with no hitches.

My attention was pulled from the crates to my ringing phone.

I glanced down, expecting it to be Mecca, but it was Jess.

Even though her head was off the charts, I had fucked around and committed to Mecca.

I didn’t regret a moment of what happened, but I wondered if I was even able to hold up to what I had promised her.

The fucked-up thing is I had to or at this point, I’d lose her.

Mecca’s stubborn young ass made me love her.

At first, we were just doing us, but then somewhere in between, we both fucked up.

I don’t know how long I was set in denial, but what I did know was every time she used to bring a nigga around, I beat his ass.

I was just waiting to meet her lil’ rapper.

I had already planned to stomp his fucking ears together.

She knew it too. That’s why she never brought him around and played it so safe.

Truth of the matter was I had fucked up and loved Mecca way before her young ass even realized it.

Her crazy met mine, and shit just fit. All of what my pops had preached went out of the window.

“Mecca, man, go ahead with all that,” I repeated for the third time as I walked around her apartment dressing for the streets.

“Whatever, Kasair. I’m not finna mess with ya lil’ friend.” She laughed, pulling her phone from her back pocket. “I’m unbothered. Just keep the dick clean.”

I laughed. “Fuck outta here. How you unbothered when ? —”

“Yes, Troyce. I’ll be at your game tonight.

Does that mean you’re taking me to eat afterwards?

” She already had her phone to her ear talking to the same nigga I yoked her ass up over the other night.

I knew it because he had one of those different ass names.

The nigga’s mama had to be tryna be different, but the shit sounded plain old stupid.

My body didn’t even register what I was doing until I was already in her space.

I snatched the phone from her and put it to my ear.

“You better hope she doesn’t come to ya game, homie, or that’ll be the last game of ya career,” I said into the phone before tossing it on the sofa next to her.

She hopped up in my face with a mug. “Why do shit like that when we’re just fucking?

“Because I fucking wanted to, and I’ll be damned if you play in my fucking face.”

The ringing and vibration of my phone pulled me from my thoughts. When I focused on the screen, I noticed that Jess was calling back. What the fuck this broad wanted baffled me, because I normally called her. I didn’t play that hitting my line over and over shit.

“What!”

“Look, I’m calling to give you a heads up. My boyfriend was burning and I?—”

“A heads up for what, shorty? I ain’t fucked in months, so unless ya throat can pass some shit, then I’m lost.” I interrupted her little spill.

“Look, Kasair, I just wanna let you know.”

“Aw, I get it. You going down a list because you out here fucking mad niggas, right? Well do me a favor, and delete my number so yeen gotta grace this line again.” I hung the phone up and focused back on the youngins in front of me.

Po and Chubs had been working for Mazz since he first stepped up and pulled my ass in the game with him.

They were as loyal as they came. Plus, if I told one of these niggas to go deal with something for me, they’d do just that.

Thing is we didn’t need that. Quari knew his way around the heat and had no problem finishing the job.

“I ain’t coming through unless you cook.

Fuck I look like coming to ya house just to eat the same shit I’mma eat at my own.

I’on wanna eat out, and I damn sure don’t want no fucking cereal.

” I was in the car driving toward Mecca’s crib.

Of course I was bullshitting because I was on my way to her house before she even called.

“You might as well take your picky ass home. Mel is at Mazz’s, so I’m eating cinnamon toast crunch with chocolate milk for dinner,” she said in a matter of fact tone.

I laughed. I already knew Mecca, and it was definitely Wednesday, so her real funny ass wasn’t cooking. “Get dressed, Mecca.”

“For?”

“Just get dressed and bring your ass downstairs.” I pulled in front of her house and clicked the red button, hanging up on her. Moments later, I tapped around my phone calling Quari. I hadn’t even talked to him today.

“Fuck you want?” His grouchy ass answered on the first ring.

“Old ass man, why do you sleep at seven?” I glanced at the time.

“Bitch, I ain’t sleep. This motherfucking girl got me driving around looking for an open ice cream parlor.”

I laughed.

He sucked his teeth. “Ain’t shit about this funny.

Fuck she is waking me up talking about she needed snacks and if I loved her, I’d go on a run for her.

I swear I wanted to push her ass out of the bed.

” He was ranting like he was mad about it when we both knew he was the same nigga fantasizing about going on the crave runs and shit.

“You better toughen the fuck up. My nigga, you on the phone sounding like a battered man. Put ya foot down and tell ha?—”

“You mean like ya bitch ass ran out of Canez? I bet you went and held on to her legs crying on ya knees. Y’all chocolate niggas always whining like that. Then all y’all do is lick ya lips and talk about ya feelings.” He was laughing at his own joke.

I couldn’t help but join in on the laughter.

“Nah, bitch. I handled mine, unlike you.” I looked up from the dashboard, and Mecca was coming out of her building.

“Aight, nigga. Be safe and get that woman her ice cream before you lose yo’ life over it.

” I hung up on him and hit the locks for her to get in.

Once she was finally in, I glanced her way, admiring her before pulling away from the curb.

“You must’ve missed me.” I could feel her eyes on me.

“Fuck would I do that? You texted me all day.” I bluffed. I damn sure did miss her.

“Nigga, bye. You called me, but I was on the phone with my phone company, so I texted you.” She shook her head. “Just say you missed me, and after I eat, maybe I’ll let you?—”

“Let me what, Mecca? Girl, everything in this car including the fucking car belongs to me. You belong to me.” I pointed to my chest.

“Oh, you real possessive.”

“No more possessive than you were that time you hit me with ya truck,” I reminded her nutty ass. “That was possessive, right?”

She laughed. “I wasn’t being possessive. I was pissed. How dare you fuck me then find your way in some females face minutes later. It didn’t work like that, and please stop bringing that up. I took you to the hospital, right.” She held her hands out as if she was trying to logic it out.

I shook my head. “Remember you tazed me too.”

She started laughing even harder at that point.

Yeah, my baby was a fucking nut, and I was too.

Like I said earlier though, our crazy mellowed one another out sometimes.

“I told you it was the week before my cycle, and my emotions were at an all-time high. You wouldn’t leave me alone and you flirted with that gas station clerk right in front of me. ”

I laughed. “Since when is asking what the difference between premium and regular gas flirting, Mec?”

She pursed her lips before responding. “Since you could Google that shit, but you tried to get cute and ask the bitch behind the counter. I was right about that shit though.”

“Yeah. Okay, Mecca. Just say that shit. You get off on inflicting bodily harm to a nigga.” I came to a red light and glanced over at her.

“No actually I do—” her sentence was interrupted by a car smashing into the back of mine. Then one came from the side, and shots started. I smashed on the pedal, attempting to escape the little trap that had me pinned in while she ducked. Fuck!

“Gotti said ya time is up!” Somebody yelled out before the cars pinned to mine sped off.

LOVE

“You’re gonna drive that man insane.” Lola laughed into the phone while I sat Indian style on the floor. I was stretching because I felt all crammed up since I’d started gaining weight with the baby.

“I’m not. He’s the one who wanted all this, so he has to deal with all of the punches. If it’s ice cream at seven at night, that’s the least he can do since I’m carrying his baby.” I shrugged because I was right.

“You’re stubborn and spoiled as fuck. That’s his fault too. Anyways, I’ll see you tomorrow at lunch with Mama. CJ just fell.”

I shook my head and focused on trying to reach my toe. Of course I couldn’t. I had put on more weight.

“I’on know why you insist on having ya nappy head ass on the fucking floor.” He walked in the room and took a seat on the bed with the white bag.

I laughed.

“My hair is only nappy because you used all my damn conditioner and went to buy some bullshit to replace it. Just because you wanna grow your hair out doesn’t mean I should have to suffer.” I mugged him.

“Fuck outta here. As my lady, you supposed to make sure my hair looks as good as yours.”

Out of nowhere I busted up laughing. “Negro, please. Cut it off. I like it better that way anyways.”

“But the bitches like to see a lil’ curl and?—”

“Then go use the bitches’ shampoo and conditioner. Matter of fact, go irritate the bitches.” I held my hands out for his aggravating ass to help me up. He was the only person who could get that out of me.

Of course he did, pulling me into his arms. “I’m just fucking with you, baby. I’on even like bitches.”