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Chanel called me on my cell. “Bitch, where the fuck you at?” I asked, lookin’ around for her.
“I’m on my way out now. I couldn’t get to the bathroom without some nigga tryna get all up in my ear.”
I sucked my teeth. “Bring ya ass on.” I hung up when I spotted her comin’ outta the door.
“So, I’ma see ya tomorrow, aiight,” Grant said as Chanel was approachin’ us.
“Yeah,” I said.
Chanel walked up and spoke to him. “Hey, Grant.”
“What’s good, Chanel?”
“Not a thing,” she said, smilin.’ She looked over at me. “So, Grant…tell me. When you gonna bag this chick here?” she asked, flickin’ her thumb over at me. “I told you her wild ass needs a nigga like you to tame her.”
He laughed. “I don’t know. You gotta ask her that. She act like she all scared ’n shit.”
“Oh, please,” I said. “Scared of what? And don’t ya’ll be talkin’ like I ain’t standin’ here.”
He smiled, lookin’ down at his crotch. “You know what it is.”
“Oh, whatever,” I said, laughin’. “Don’t gas ya’self.”
Chanel chimed in, “You know she likes to get beat, right?”
“Oh, word?”
“Nigga, believe that shit if you want. Chanel’s drunk ass’ll have you catchin’ a bullet.”
“Oh, shit, you’d really shoot me, huh?” he asked, laughin’.
“Yep,” I said. “Right after I finished wettin’ ya dick up.” Chanel and Grant started laughin’ like they thought that was the funniest shit they heard all night. Humph. Little did they know, I was laughin’ with ’em, but I was dead-ass.
“Yo, baby,” he said, pullin’ me into him. “You funny as hell.” He kissed me again. “You ain’t ever gotta worry ’bout me puttin’ my hands on you; I ain’t with that shit.” He leaned into my ear, and whispered, “But I will spank that ass with this dick.”
?
??Yeah, we’ll see,” I said, laughin’. “Chanel, let’s get outta here.”
He peeped his boy talkin’ to some chick. “Yo, nigga, will you come on.”
“Hold up, give me a minute,” dude said, flippin’ open his cell and handin’ it to the chick so she could put her number in. I ain’t gonna front, the nigga was fine; not as fine as Grant, but he could still get it.
Grant shook his head. “This nigga. Check it, meet me at the ride. I’ma walk my peoples to her ride.” Dude nodded his head. Grant wrapped his arm ’round me while Chanel walked a few steps in back of us. Her cell rang.
“Hello?” we heard her say. “Nigga, where the hell you think I’m at?” I grinned, knowin’ it was Divine. “I told you I was goin’ out with Kat…Yes, I did…Whatever…No, I’m stayin’ the night…Yes…No, Divine…I’ma be home sometime in the afternoon…Whatever, Divine…okay, aiight. I heard you…” She hung up. “Ugh, that nigga makes me sick.”
I craned my neck, glancin’ at her over my shoulder. “Yeah, right,” I said. “You love that nigga.”
“Whatever,” she said, suckin’ her teeth. “You worry ’bout gettin’ some love in your life.”
“Yo,” Grant said, smilin’. “I’ma take care of that.”
“Please do,” Chanel said.
When we got to the parkin’ garage, I unlocked the door for Chanel. Grant waited for her to get in, then pulled me into him, squeezin’ my ass and kissin’ me.
“Yo, make sure you take ya ass straight home,” he said, kissin’ me again. “I don’t wanna haveta fuck nobody up.”
