My Epiphany. ∞

My Epiphany Chapter 3-House Party

Faith

Bitch Better Have My Money was playing as soon as we pulled up. I bopped my head as I killed the ignition.

"Lemme get into something, tonight. These people fine as hell!" Hope said as we walked to the front of the line.

Lique mugged her as she walked in front of her. What was that all about? I thought.

"Hey Rakim." I dapped him up as he let us three through the robe.

A instant smell of sex and marijuana filled my nose. I got used to the same and walked to the bar.

Lique & Hope were already on the dance floor, grinding and twerking. I shook my head as I ordered a drink.

"I'll pay for that." A deep voice replied as his head put down a $20.

" You straight. I got it." I tried stopping him but the bartender already took the money.

" Chill ma. " He took a seat next to me.
" Look I'm not ya ma. Second Thanks. For buying the drink but I got this." I turned around getting ready to walk away.

Then he snatch my arm. " I'm sorry." He smiled. Now I feel bad for yelling at him.

"You straight." I said, sitting back down.

"What's yours?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Raheim, how bout yours?" He said, rubbing his chin hairs.

"Here's what I'll do. If you can keep me entertained by the end of this night. I'll give up my name, if not then," I raised two fingers up. "Deuces."

He chuckled. "Alright ma, where you from? You got a lil accent on ya."

"Again, I'm not you "ma" & I was born in Alabama. But moved to Atlanta with my boyfrien-, well ex boyfriend." I shrugged, sipping my drink.

The bitter sensation soared through my throat, as I scrunched my face.

"You not much of a drinker, I see." He looked at me.

I shrugged. "You could say that."

The night went by fast and Raheim had yet to amuse me. He was funny but.. eh. His jokes were kinda stale. Only thing he had going for him was his looks.

"So, have I earned the right to know your name yet?" He said, as we started walking out the club.

"Nope." I shrugged. He looked taken back and I could give less a fuck about that.

I walked to the dance floor, looking for the girls. But I couldn't find them.

These bitches better not have left me. I walked out the club, looking around to see the car gone. Okay. Cool! I got something for that ass.

I walked back inside, looking for someone particularly.

" Rahiem!" I yelled.

" Rahiem." I yelled, this time just a little louder causing everyone at the bar to look at me.

" What? Mind ya damn business." I said to everyone who was looking at my mouth.

I made my way to Rahiem, who look like he didn't want to be bothered with me.

Did I hurt his feelings..? Awe that's to bad.

" Could you do me a favor?" I asked

"Why should I?"He said rudely.

" Damn did I piss you off?" I smirked.

" Look shawty Ion' have time for all this watchu want." He finished his drink taking out a twenty.

" Could you take me home, my friends kind of left me?" I bit my lip.

" Why should I." He stood up.

" Cause I'll give you my phone number." I cheese.

He shook his head, " Just come on." He walked passed me. Who knew he could be anything other than nice.

I had to run in my heels just to catch up with this long wide stride ass nigga.

"Can you walk any slower? Damn." I snap, falling behind him as he walked outside the club.

"Look ma', I can turn my ass around and go back & enjoy myself or you can shut the fuck up and just walk." Raheim turned around and spat.

He turned back around and took the keys out to a Mercedes Benz.

Damn, he really pissed off that I ain't let him take my number?

I smack my teeth and walk faster, still trying to keep up with him. I flip my hair as we finally reached his car. He unlocked the car.

"Don't mess anything up, or that's your ass." Raheim mumbled as I tried to climb into the car.

"Midget ass." I heard him mumbled.

"Shut the fuck up and drive, Raheim." I snapped my head to him and flipped my hair to the other side of my shoulder.

"I don't know who gave your ass a right to speak but don't tell me what to do like you my mama. " Rahiem said lowly.

I rolled my eyes, unphased.

"Funny how you know my name, but I don't know yours." He chuckled darkly as we drove out the parking lot.

"It's Faith." I mumbled, getting my phone out of my clutch.

"You had your phone the whole time? Why ain't you call up your bitches to come pick you up? Wasting my gas and shit." He complained.

Let Hope or Lique find out he talking shit, that's his ass.

"Stop your whining and shit." I spat, lurking through Instagram.

"Faith, this yo last warning to keep playing with me. I swear I will hurt your fucking feelings." He snapped at me, making me shut my mouth for the rest of the ride.

"Better." He muttered.

"What's your address?" He asked, 2 minutes later.

"1245 Fiesta Parks road." I mumble.

"Speak up." He said blankly.

"1245 FIESTA PARKS-" I was cut of but the abrupt stopping of the car.

"Nigga what the fuck is-"

"Get the fuck out, Faith." He growled.

I looked at him crazy. "No."

"You testing me, on some real shit get out. That smart ass mouth of yours will get you smacked." He snapped.

"Listen here boy, this is just how I am. So Imma need you to calm down and drive me home without any complaining and complications. Kapesh?" I spat, narrowing my eyes.

"Mane...." He smacked his teeth. " only driving you home because my mom raised a gentlemen & you gonna get raped outchea'." He said, starting the car.

"Boy whatever." I said, looking through the window.

This was gonna be a long drive home.

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