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"Jadean you're always getting yourself in the stupidest situations with women." Turell handed me the spliff after taking his hit, the smell of kush mixed with different herbs that was compacted in a tight spliff always never failed to make me feel euphoric. "It's not my fault I'm sexy and I can't keep up with all the women who want me." I half joked.
I could feel Turell roll his eyes, "Nigga, you can't keep doing this back and forth shit with these females. There's gonna be a point in time where all these women are gonna be tired of your shit, and then you're gonna be bitchless." It was my turn to roll my eyes.
Turell never failed to "preach" to me every time we decided to get high. He always said his third eye was opened every time he smoked, and it caused him a o become more wise and attentive. Kinda just sounded like a whole lot of bullshit if you ask me, but he was my best friend so I wasn't gonna question him too much.
We had met when we're both little, our moms were best friends and so they grew us up together. We still were close throughout the years but, when he was twelve he met into a serious accident with his parents and they were both killed instantly on the scene. My family decided to take him in, and he ended up living with us up till now, we had the space so we didn't mind having him. Soon after we started university we now became roommates in the penthouse my father had vacant near the school. I definitely didn't mind having him around, but I guess you would consider him to be my brother more than my best friend at this point. Maybe that's why I put up with his bullshit more often than I should.
It was weird though, even when he had moved in with us he never really failed to be positive . He was too positive, never seen that nigga not smiling or laughing it was so weird. He was so weird. "Listen nigga you don't know what you're talking about, once they catch this good dick they're always gonna be crawling back." I brought the spliff to my lips taking a deep inhale.
"You're actually a slut , you know that?" He added which only made me roll my eyes. This was going to be a back and forth conversation which we had on a constant basis. I tell him the truth about my rendezvous with women and then he slut shames me. I was never the one to call people , whores or sluts. I even apply that with women , I don't really like calling them sluts unless it's in the bedroom if you get what I'm trying to say.
Personally, I would say a slut is a person who lowers their standard for a good fuck. Yeah I like to fuck, but I like to fuck specific kind of girls. Girls who carry themselves nicely and pleasing to the eye, I refuse to fuck anyone beneath the standards I set for myself. That's what I consider a slut.
In my own faded mind, I could feel the affects of the weed slowly shifting my consciousness as my body started to relax as the feeling of my heavy red eyes slowly begun to wash over me. Strangely enough, my eyes wander to that random girl, Zhavia. For some reason she peaked my interest, she was a bit different than what I would tend to go for.
