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He’s still laughin’. “Yo, dawg, am I lyin’, though? Keep it gee, nigga. That ho played you, son.”
Gee and Glenn shake their heads, laughin’ wit’ his dumb ass.
“Now the light-skinned one,” Mike continues, “seemed like she was a little more approachable ’cause she did stop and give you some rhythm. But that other one, whew…man, listen. That ho is a problem.” Instead of him deadin’ it, this muhfucka keeps the shit goin’. “Yo, ya’ll shoulda seen how she played him like a real crab.”
“Damn, yo, she did you like that?” Gee asks, surprised.
“Yeah,” I say nonchalantly, “she was on some funny-style shit. But it’s all good.”
“Yo, the shit was funny as hell. And instead of this nigga leavin’ it alone, he gets up and follows ’em out the hotel. They was probably thinkin’ ya ass was a real nut, yo.”
“Damn, yo, get up off my dick,” I snap. Listenin’ to him talk ’bout it got me feelin’ some kinda way. I don’t usually get straight igged like that. But her evil ass made my dick bulge earlier wit’ her slick talk. And a muhfucka ain’t gonna be satisfied ’til I can get at her. Fuck what ya heard. I don’t give up easily. I keep my eye on ’em, watch which direction they walk in.
He laughs louder. “Damn, son, let me find out you bein’ all sensitive ’n shit.”
I laugh it off. “Fuck outta here. I’m just sayin’. Give it a rest, damn. Ya’ll niggas come out here to shop or bullshit?”
“Both,” Gee says, crackin’ up. I see these muhfuckas wanna be on some extra shit. I get up and toss my trash into the garbage can, then bounce.
“Peace, I’m out,” I say, throwin’ up two fingers. “I’ma get at you niggas later.”
“Aye, yo. Where you goin’?”
“I got sum shoppin’ to do.”
They all start laughin’. “Yeah, right, muhfucka. The only thing you tryna do is get ya feelin’s hurt.”
“Whatever, yo,” I say, headin’ toward the escalator. “Hit me up when ya’ll niggas ready to bounce.”
When I get to the top of the escalator, I turn in the direction the two Brooklyn beauties went, then slowly walk past stores ’til I spot ’em. After ’bout nine stores, I still don’t see ’em so decide to head down to the first level. I stroll by a few stores, and still no sign of ’em. Nigga, what the fuck are you doin’? Ya ass is buggin’ for real, yo. Chasin’ behind a piece of ass. Nigga, you better get ya mind right.
“Fuck them hoes,” I mumble, dippin’ into the 7 For All Mankind store. I browse ’round, try on two pair of jeans, and then six hundred dollars later, I walk up outta there.
Right as I’m ’bout to hit up my niggas to let ’em know I’m ready to bounce, I spot the two Brooklyn beauties comin’ outta a store and walkin’ in my direction. The light-skinned one sees me and says sumthin’ to her peoples, then starts laughin’. As soon as I get up on ’em, I grin, stoppin’ in front of ’er peoples, blockin’ her path.
“Chanel, right?” I say, lookin’ at her. She gives me a phony smile and nod. Is this bitch bipolar, or what? This mornin’, the bitch spoke. Now she’s actin’ brand-new. I turn my attention to her girl. “Why you so mean?”
“Why you all in my face?”
Her girl snickers, shakin’ her head.
“I’m tryna get ya name.”
“Why? You tryna stalk a bitch or sumthin’?”
“Nah, I ain’t on it like that, baby.”
“I can’t tell,” she snaps.
“Kat, will you please give this fool some rhythm so he can be on his way?”
“Kat? Damn…I like that.”
She cuts her eyes at her girl, suckin’ her teeth. “Ugh, bitch, you make me sick.”
“Whatever. The nigga’s fine and you know it. So stop frontin’ and let’s be done wit’ it. I’ma be over in the Aveda store.” She grins, shootin’ me a look, walkin’ off. The beauty in front of me stares me down. I grin.
“What the fuck’s so funny?”
