Page 31 of He Thugged Me First

“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 comingthrough 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!

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