if you see these men, RUN. || (DAVE EAST) (CHRIS BROWN)

Chapter 62

Q Grey
She had tats. A lot of em. One sleeve and one below ha titties. I could see it cause she ain't have no bra on and the shirt she was wearin was cropped right below ha nipples.

"No nigga. I just needed a place to sit." She spat, sitting in between me and Eli.

He looked over at me and we made eye contact but I looked away and continued to do what I was doing. I sat there scoping the party and ignoring the voice in my head that said 'GO PICK UP CAPRI AND TELL HA HOW YOU FEEL NIGGA.'

Peeking over at her, I saw that she'd been looking over at me too. And I could not get over the amount of tattoos she had. She was damn there like me.

"How old a you?" I questioned.

"19. 20 in April." She answered. "Don't judge. I got left back a few times."

"Oh so you a supa senior." I cackled, looking at the tattoos on ha arms.

"What are you starin at?" She asked, furrowing ha brows.

"Ya tats. Who yo artist? I need my shit done. I'm thinkin bout gettin somebody name tatted on me. But I want it extra. I want like designs and shit around it." I explained.

"Gettin somebody name is crazy but...I mean I guess I could give you my artist." She smirked, prying my phone from my hands.

Turning it towards me, she put my face ID in and found my Instagram. Then she typed a name in and followed the page. Handing it back to me I saw that it'd just been ha...

"Girl this you..." I said, scrolling through ha page with confusion.

"Yeah. I do my own tats."

"You sick as fuck." I cackled, looking up at ha. "How?"

"Right in my mirror. Took practice but I got it down."

"That's sick." I scoffed.

"Girls pain tolerance is pretty higher than men. So yeah..."

Trust me I knew that. With the way Pri be taking dick you'd think she was the hulk.

But I was finna unfollow this girl as soon as she got up though. I kept my follow count at 16. Used to be 17 but I followed Pri and unfollowed Donavan.

"You should let me tat you." The girl spoke, leaning in my ear so I could hear ha better.

Ha hand rested on my shoulder and I started to feel real uncomfortable.

"Yeah...I want my slimmy name on my neck." I said, hoping she'd take a hint.

"Who yo girl?" She smiled, pulling away from me.

"You know a Capri? Capri Martin?"

"Oh yeah! I do!" She laughed. "Real sweet girl. Very pretty."

And she was. And the more this conversation went on, it made me wanna go get her right now. Regardless of whether the parents of the kids she was babysitting were home or not.

"So if you're dating Capri...you must be Quentin. I heard about you. I'm Kiani. But you can call me Kiki." She smirked. "You be pushin weight and shit don't you?"

I rolled my eyes, dreading the way she said my full name.

"Yeah. That's me."

"I like them drug dealer types." She spoke, biting the tip of ha nail.

Ignoring ha last remark, I figured she'd leave. But she leaned in my ear again and whispered sum.

"Yo luh girlfriend ain't gotta know...but I could give you some good top in one of the rooms. Make you forget about that hoe. Just say the word Quentin. I been watchin you all night."