Try Me

Chapter two

"Darius, Aunty said come get your—oh I'm sorry!"

Khalan heard the door slam back. He slowly sat up in the bed and looked over to the side. Fuck. I really slept with his ass. During the night they had a couple more drinks. Khalan ended up hyping Mari up while she was dancing on some girl and he hyped Arian up while he got a dance. Khalan had gotten a few dances myself from some girls. Then he ended up in Darius room.

And I'm guessing he and Akia live together because that sure enough was his voice. So then is Tyra here too? Damn I got a headache. A bad one too.

"Good morning, baby." Darius said rubbing Khalan's back. Khalan pushed his hand off. "Nah, we ain't doing all that Darius. I told you what it was."

"Why you playing with a nigga feelings?"

"How when I told you what it was?"

Khalan started to get his shit together. He put on his shirt before grabbing his shoes from the side of Darius room door. When Khalan opened the room door he saw Akia patiently standing there with a red face.

"G-Good morning."

"Man, don't make this awkward. My sister here?"

"No. She left a while ago."

Khalan nodded and started walking by him. "Uhm, are you okay—do you need a ride home?" Khalan shook his head no and showed his keys wiggling them a bit. "No, I mean like, are you hung over? I can drive you. It looks like you shouldn't drive."

Awe look at him being a gentleman and shit. He is too adorable, Khalan thought. He made a mental note to tell Mari and Arian about him. They wouldn't believe it.

"I do it all the time."

"You drink that much? That's not good."

"I'm still alive and well."

Darius door opened and he walked out behind Khalan. He put one of his arms around Khalan's shoulder making the other annoyed.

"Akia, you met my boyfriend? Ain't he cute?" Akia's face turned red. He looked unsure if he should say yes or not.

"Nigga quit playing." Khalan pushed his arm off. "Okay bae, chill out. No need to be so serious."

Khalan really wanted to punch Darius in his face but he knew this is what he get for always wanting to fuck. If Khalan had stayed a little more sober he could have found him somebody else. He didn't want Darius from the start. He knew he shouldn't have went to that party.

Khalan started to slowly make his way down the stairs to the front door. Darius followed him down and kept talking which was ignored. Khalan didn't  feel like going back and forth with him. When theh got down the stairs there was already somebody else there.

"Good morning- Oh. You must be....?"

"Mom this is Khalan, Khalan this is my mother Rilda."

Why the fuck is this nigga introducing me to his mother?! And especially when I'm fucking hung over and shit.

"It's very nice to meet you Khalan." She smiled wiping her hands on her apron. She fine though. I would fuck— Khalan shook the thought from his head. Khalan didn't know what to say so he just awkwardly smiled while still slowly making his way to the door. "Would you like to stay for breakfast?"