“Hell nah, this damn sure ain’t gon’ be how you spend yo’ Saturday night. You over here hurt about a heaux that don’t give a fuck about you. You think that bitch somewhere sad and cryin’? Well, she not. She probably out findin’ a new nigga to fuck just like she been doing y’all entire relationship.”
“Damn, Crue, why you have to say that?”
“Because it’s the truth. That bitch don’t care about you, so why the fuck you in here cryin’ over her? You need to get dressed because it’s a few frat parties tonight that we need to be at.”
“I’m not in the partying mood, Crue.”
“And that’s exactly why you going. Now, get dressed. You got an hour before we leave.”
“Crue, I’m not…”
“Nigga, I ain’t tryna hear it. Me and Jennifer will be knocking on your door in an hour, and you better be dressed and ready to go. You havin’ some fun tonight. I don’t give a fuck if I gotta break this door down and drag you up out this bed my damn self.”
I looked at him, knowing he wasn’t going to let up, and nodded my head okay. Once he was gone, I gathered my toiletries and went into the bathroom to shower. Once I was done, I dressed in a pair of True Religion jeans and a graphic tee. By the time I was finished, Crue was knocking on my dorm room door. I opened it and saw him standing there next to his girlfriend, Jennifer. They were both dressed in matching Adidas tracksuits. Crue pulled me out the door before I could even invite them inside, and we were off to our first party.
We only spent about an hour at that party, having a few drinks, until we went to the next. I swore we must have hit about three parties before we went back to Crue’s house. He lived alone in a one-bedroom apartment off campus, and we all walked inside and settled on the living room couch. As if we allweren’t drunk enough, Crue grabbed a bottle of tequila, along with three shot glasses, and brought it into the living room for us to take shots. Jennifer walked off and came back with a blunt that she’d already lit, and we smoked while we took the shots.
“Let’s play a game,” Jennifer suggested, looking between us.
“What kind of game? I know I got a deck of cards in the kitchen drawer,” Crue offered.
“Nah, let’s play truth or dare, but with drinks. Anytime someone says a truth or dare that the other person don’t want to do, they have to drink.”
“Truth or dare? What are we in, middle school? Think of something else.” Crue laughed.
“Come on. It’s gon’ be fun, and I’ll go first.
“Crue, truth or dare?” Jennifer asked as she poured liquor into all three shot glasses.
“Truth,” he replied.
“Is it true that you really love me and couldn’t picture your life without me?”
Without a word, Crue picked up his shot glass and downed his shot. I couldn’t help it when I burst out laughing after Jennifer punched him in his arm.
“What? You said if the person didn’t want to answer the question or do the dare then they had to drink.” Crue laughed. “Now, it’s my turn,” he continued. “Kadeem, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I replied.
“Is it true that you bout to find an even better bitch and tell that other heaux to kick rocks?”
I laughed, letting him know that that was indeed the truth. I had spent enough time sad over her ass, and I was done with that. It was my turn now. I hit Crue with the question.
“Dare,” he replied without even thinking.
“I dare you to take three shots.”
Crue picked up his glass and downed his first shot then the next two.
Jennifer looked at us and burst out into laughter as she shook her head.
“Y’all lame as hell. Come on now, let’s play for real,” she spoke.
“I thought we was playing for real.” Crue laughed.
“Crue and Kadeem, truth or dare?” Jennifer asked.
“How you gon’ ask the questions to us both?” Crue asked, looking over at her.
