Gentleman: Street Mentality

one

Adrienne

I look at myself in the mirror one last time before checking the time.

Lesane said he would be home by six. Today is our one year anniversary, and I'm fully prepared to give him what he's been waiting for.

Most niggas would never wait this long for sex, and I appreciate how considerate he was about me wanting to wait.. and he never rushed me.

I adjust the gold clips on my black lace bra, making it a little tighter. Then I pull my locs into a ponytail, a loose one since I just got a retwist a couple days ago.

I put on my red silk robe before going downstairs to check on the food in the oven. I baked lobster tails for our dinner tonight.

Hopefully he eats something tonight. Ever since Jamie's been living with us he's been moody. Staying out all night, not eating dinner when he does come home..

Im worried about him, he's been distant and cold.. like he was when I first met him.

Jamie went out tonight to give us some space, I should've asked where she was going.

The lobster still has about thirty more minutes. I open the oven to peak at it before closing it. A few minutes later, I hear the front door open, making me head towards the living room.

"Hey.." I say, making Pac look up at me briefly before dropping his keys on the table and walking past me.

"Wassup."

I scoff a little, following him upstairs. "You okay?" I ask, as he goes into his bedroom and starts to undress.

"Shid, I'm straight." He puts his gun on the dresser before taking off his pants.

"Happy anniversary.." I say, trying to get him to just stop for a second.

He doesn't say anything.

"Aye.. uh. You know where my bullets at? I been looking for em but-"

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" I raise my voice slightly. "This the first time you've come home in two days and you won't even look at me... it's our first fucking anniversary Pac." I say.

He stops before turning around to face me. His eyes are red.

He's high.

"Happy anniversary." He chuckles, before going into his bathroom and shutting the door.

I let out a frustrated sigh before leaving his room and going into mine. I change out of the lingerie and into something comfortable before going downstairs and getting the lobster out of the oven.

I'm not even hungry now.

I leave it on the counter and go back to my room.

Tupac

I hear Dri's bedroom door slam shut, as I come out of my bathroom. I grab the bottle of Hennessey off my dresser and open it before heading downstairs.

I can smell whatever she cooked. But I'm not hungry.

I can't eat.