T R U C E

Chapter 6

"So wassup? You scared to f*ck with me or some?"

"My answer is still the same thing it was 3 days ago Vincent. I'm not scared to f*ck with you, I just don't want to."

"That ain't how you been acting though, and you know it ain't. I'm far from stupid, and I know women. You still want my attention, but swear you don't want me.

Some days you hit me up, tryna facetime and shit, and then the very next day you ignore me like I'm some lame ass nigga. You wanna be chased, but I ain't the cat for that shawty." He pauses for a quick second, and then continues to read me like a book.

"I done dealt with a lot of women, so I know your type. I ain't saying I don't like it, but you ain't bout to try to play me either. If you changed ya mind bout fucking with me, that's cool, just say that. But if we gone kick it, we gone kick it. Not just when you bored or lonely. Aiight?"

"... Alr-"

"And let me go head and say this too. You gone learn real fast that ion like repeating myself. Especially bout some shit like this. I'm a grown ass man, not a lil boy. So I ain't having this conversation again. Imma just show you. Word."

I sigh and roll my eyes.

He strokes my cheek and walks back down the sidewalk to the barbershop.

I hate to admit it, but for the first time since... forever actually.. a man made me shut up. Outside the bedroom. Like genuinely left me stuck for words. And I hate to admit this even more, but I liked it. A lot.

His tone. His mannerisms. His constant intense eye contact. It all made me more interested in him, in the weirdest way.

I walk back inside my shop and head straight to my office to call the one person that I know is always great with advice, especially if it's about a nigga. Hood niggas to be exact.

"Hello" Mo answers in a happy tone.

"Hey boo, you busy?"

"Eh, not really. What's wrong?"

"Okay so..." I explain everything about Vince to her.

"I'm sorry, but what's the problem here?? You got a nigga that's completely outside of your usual type, which is already exciting in itself. He got his own car with a place to match, a good, steady job, and he got money! Yeah he sells a few drugs and smokes a lil dope, but so did you at one point."

"What??? I never sold drugs."

"Yeah but you smoked it. We've had endless conversations about the way you judge people and already determine their life before even knowing them, you can't do that. It's unfair. You still love me and your big headed brother, and you see how things were when we met."

"Yeah but he's my brother."

"But he wasn't when you met him. He was just another hood nigga that shared some mutual friends with us. Same type of lifestyle, but worst honestly. At least Vince hasn't been to prison like Tae's crazy ass. Now I don't know about you, but I think me and him are doing pretty damn good for him to be a "typical hood nigga" like you say Vince is. A big, spacious house that's nearly paid off already, 3 cars, 2 dogs, and we're engaged... And honestly sis, you'll probably be getting this niece or nephew you've been asking about soon, considering the fact that he acts like pulling out is a sin. I'd probably be on baby 3 already if it weren't for birth control."

I gasp with a wide smile. "Ooowww don't say that!! Omg omg omg!"

"Girl relax. I said might, I didn't say I was pregnant." We both laugh. "But seriously, I'm not telling you to f*ck with him and I'm not telling you not to. All I'm saying is, if you aren't going to, at least be fair enough to do it for the right reason.. I thought this was just supposed to be a new f*ck buddy anyway??" I could hear her smirk through the phone.