Page 45 of Ghetto Heartstrings
Yaya satacross from Reema at the bar, one thing she knew for sure about Texas was it was hot as fuck, and the niggas were country as fuck. She was pressed cause having to sit around for the past two weeks was getting the best of her. Yaya wasn’t the type to not be doing shit, but since Reema was busy and always on the go, she had to wait around and they were finally able to sit down and link up for a little bit. “So, what’s up?” She pulled from the hookah and exhaled as she scanned the tiny place.
Reema was busy checking herself out in her little compact mirror, which is the same shit she’d been doing for the past five minutes. Yaya couldn’t understand that shit, “You know you look the same way you looked five minutes ago right? Like, ain’t much changed.” She told her.
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.
Slowly, Yaya turned around shifting her eyes to the side and got a good look at who she was talking about. Hadn’t Reema called him out, she wouldn’t have even noticed him. He was fine and all but he was regular as fuck, no jewelry, no watches, nothing flashy, nigga just looked simple, he didn’t look like he was holding a check at all, the only thing going for him was the fact that he was fine, that’s about it. The nigga nigga could surely get his face sat on. She side-eyed him a little more, he was a dark brown with deep piercing eyes that looked like they were staring right through your soul. His hair was cut low, and his deep waves made a bitch seasick, “Hmm, with all that thick ass hair on his head, he needs to give the bald head bitch sitting next to him some.” Yaya smirked, “Anyway, what’s up with him?”
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.”
“So, what you trying to do, you wanna pull up on him?” Yaya asked barely turning on her stool to look again.
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.”
Yaya smirked, “But you’d come get you a Miami nigga quick though.”
“Damn right bitch, shit I needed that bag. I needed to get my shit up and running and when it gets crucial, I’ll go right the fuck back. I will tell you this though, you need to finesse the shit out of that nigga, don’t try to go in fast on him Yaya, not a good idea.”
Yaya thought about it and Reema was right, she wasn’t from there and she didn’t know shit about those niggas. She looked over her shoulder again just as the waitress was bringing overtheir drinks, she noticed that Snake was drinking a bottle of Remy that was already half empty. “Excuse me.” Yaya said to the bar girl. “You see that fine ass man over there, I want to purchase his next bottle, send it to him for me.”
The girl looked over to see that she was referring to Snake, unbeknownst to Yaya, the chick was already having bitter feelings toward that nigga since he’d hit it and quit it. She felt like he was stuck up and full of himself. “Good luck with that girl.”
Yaya had to keep her attitude in check not wanting to snap on the girl. She didn’t ask her shit besides to get the bottle, she didn’t ask for all that extra shit. “Can you just get the bottle please?” She pulled the money out and tipped the girl as well.
“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.
