The quicker Lo understood he wasn’t our dad and Fallon damn sure wasn’t like our mom the better off he would be. Being my brother's keeper sometimes meant helping him realize shit he refused to see on his own.
“You need to be more concerned with fucking Solana not me my nigga. Maybe the pussy will help you see clearly.”
“Take ya ass on before I tell Nene you fuckin’ off with another bitch.”
“And Imma send some niggas Solana’s way.” I replied. I wanted to laugh so bad seeing the anger in Lo face. The nigga really liked Solana. He wasn’t even that possessive over Fallon, had never been in all the years they been together. “You already fucked her? Is that why you was over there when that baby was born?” I had to ask cause his ass was reacting like a nigga when someone spoke on their bitch.
“No, I already told ya dumb ass that. We friends that’s it. Ain’t shit going on between us,”
I didn’t believe shit that was coming outta of his mouth.Ifhe hadn’t fucked Solana he wanted to real fucking bad. “Mannn, you are so full of shit Lo.” I chuckled, shaking my head at hisdelusional ass. “Since when niggas start staring at pictures of they friends with googly eyes and shit?”
“Solana wasn’t the only muthafucka in the picture. Mason, Mallory, and Sunshyne were in the picture as well.”
“Alright big dawg you got it.” I smirked, throwing my hands up. Lo wasn’t ready to admit anything, he would eventually.
“Man…”
“What y’all niggas in here gossiping about?” Rahmeek’s ugly ass said as he walked through the shop door.
I swear I couldn’t stand that nigga; I grimaced hearing his annoying ass voice.
“Not, shit. Business. What you up to?” Lo answered cause he knew I wasn’t finna say shit to the bitch ass nigga. Today was Rahmeek’s day off. He ain’t have no reason to be up here. He damn sure wasn’t finna hang out while we were working.
“Not shit bored. Seeing what time, you off. We ain’t kicked it in forever.” Rahmeek casually answered. The nigga was lying about something; his eyes were darting around the room like he was looking for something.
“Shit, my nigga if I could. I gotta help Fallon with Baxtor when we get off.”
“How they doin’?” Rahmeek asked like he cared but he had an uninterested expression on his face as Lo talked.
“Why you ain’t stop over and check on them. Ain’t that what you do any other time?” I didn’t bite my mutha fuckin’ tongue for shit. Lo wanted to sit back and check shit out. That wasn’t how I operated. If some shit didn’t sit right with me I was gonna speak my peace.
There was no fucking reason for no grown ass nigga to be popping up at another niggas house at eleven at night just to stop by. Lo had an entire fucking family; late night visit weren’t something he did. Rahmeek being the one to take Fallon to the hospital was weird as fuck to me.
“Got damn nigga can you ever be cool? I’m finna dip before this nigga get started. Hit me up later Lo.” Rahmeek said rolling his eyes like the bitch ass nigga he is.
“Can’t never be cool with a bitch.” I called out to Rahmeek as he made his way out the door.
“Nigga you need some new pussy cause Nene’s ain’t hitting like it used to.” Lo laughed with a crooked grin on his face.
“Take ya own advice nigga,” I laughed throwing the deuces up, Lo reminded me I did have some new pussy to get into. Well kind of new pussy.
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Zaylee Cooper
I was pissed right now and I couldn’t hide it. Okay maybe I wasn’t pissed but annoyed as fuck. Work has been keeping me busy the last week. I didn't have much time to do anything. Dealing with a bunch of elementary kids was exhausting. Those kids belong on somebody’s talk show with all the drama they had going on. I literally crashed as soon as I came home from work. So, I hadn’t talked to Lamelle that often and breaking up with him officially was temporarily put on the back burner. Imagine my surprise when I got home from work today and Lamelle was waiting outside my condo claiming we needed to talk. I figured he finally wanted to address the situation that happened with Mikael at the restaurant and I could end things with him peacefully. Lamelle wasn’t his normal happy self; he was cold and distant. I tried to ease the thick tension with small talk, but Lamelle kept his answers short. When we got inside my condo he got straight to the point. He fucking broke up with me. Told me I wasn’t the girlfriend he thought I would be and it would be better if we went back to being just friends. To say I was floored was an understatement. Who the fuck did Lamelle think he wasbreaking up with me; I was supposed to break up with him and now I was salty I hadn’t done it sooner. My ego was bruised. I got broken up with by a lame. Then the nigga wanted to just snap back to being best friends like everything was good between us. He asked if I wanted to hang out for the night, like bitch you just broke up with me don’t you think you should leave.
Don’t get me wrong I could care less about not being in a relationship with Lamelle. It was obvious our relationship wasn’t going anywhere. Being friends was the option for us, but I wanted to be the one to end things. I guess I was being childish, but I didn’t give a fuck. For a hot second I contemplated telling him we should work on things just to be able to be the one to end things. I snapped out of that quickly knowing I was being prideful. I forced a smile and told Lamelle I agreed and we could chill for the night. However, being around him was annoying me. I wanted him to go home, but the later it got I knew that was less likely to happen. I think that was pissing me off more than anything. I wanted to enjoy my Friday evening to myself, but I was stuck watching whatever dumb ass movie Lamelle picked and listening to his corny jokes.
I frowned looking down at the hand he’d placed on my thigh. I’d changed from my work clothes to a pair of spandex shorts and an oversized t-shirt. For whatever reason Lamelle kept touching my exposed leg. The first time I moved my leg making his hand fall off. I hope he got the picture, but he didn't. This time I lifted his hand from my thigh and placed it on the couch giving him a warning look.
Lamelle let out a nervous laugh as he said. “My bad. I’m still not used to you not being my girlfriend anymore.”
“We were friends a lot longer than we were together.” I said, giving him a stink eye. Lamelle was full of shit he was never super handsy when we were together. We hugged morethan anything. It was rare when we kissed and even then it was a quick peck.
“Yeah but those few months we were together were amazing. I hate things that couldn't have worked out better between us. Maybe you shouldn’t have moved back home. Things were fine before then.”
“Unfortunately, life didn’t work out that way.” I blew out a deep sigh.
