Every King Needs a Queen

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Ja'Kiya .

I could not believe this nigga had the audacity to motion me over. I looked at his ass so stupid, my face hurt. Apparently my mug wasn't clear enough because he started walking over.

"Damn, that's him?" Rae said noticing him walking over, I nodded in response. What the fuck did this nigga want? He was fine but his rudeness was a major issue.

"Hey love, how you doing?" he asked like he knew he was fine. Oh hell no, cocky niggas are a bigger turnoff than niggas with no confidence. Problem number fucking two! I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"Hi," my voice came out with less edge than I really wanted. Don't ask why, it just did. I can't believe I'm even talking to his jolly green giant ass. Maybe it's because his eyes are so brown and pretty. Hmm, let me play with him for a minute.

"Damn. Come let a nigga talk to you right quick, though."

I rolled my eyes again and ignored him. This nigga tryna get freaky fast! Why not, it's my last party, right?

Tanisha's ass came from nowhere, "Girl go talk to that boy. You know he sexy as fuck.  I don't know why you trying to front," she said pushing me, I almost fell on my damn face.

"Bitch, where you come from? Shut the fuck up and go back!" I had to kill her real quick, because the bitch always jumping in something like a bunny rabbit. Now I just wanna get away from her, so I'ma go talk to him. She can be so aggravating. I gave her this death glare and walked off.

"What do you want?"

"My bad for bumping into you earlier. I was trying to handle some business, but I wanna get to know you," he said, licking his lips.

This nigga too funny.

"Mhm," I mumbled. I was now satisfied even though the apology super late, I got it. He losing cool points faster than he gained them. I hate when niggas lick their lips. That seems gay to me for some reason, it's just not my type of nigga.

"Come chill with me in my car, though. It's loud as fuck over here." he said holding his hand out for mine. I just looked at him  with hesitation plastered all over my face, but I grabbed it and followed him.

We sat in his camaro, it was new and clean. I respected that, he had a lil' status. The car was quiet for about ten minutes. What happened to him wanting to "talk" or wanting to "get to know me"? Niggas these days. 

The awkward quietness was all too weird for me. I sighed and opened the car door.

He pulled out a blunt and asked if I smoked. Shit, who didn't?! I been knowing I was gonna smoke weed since I was fourteen, and that's when started. 

Lawd, the first time I got high was fucking amazing.

It was me and Rae, we were out late at night. Our mommas were on an adult cruise so we decided to have fun. I remember having on some lil' bitty ass shorts and some crop tops. Yeah, it was summer and we were tryna be fast. All the lil' niggas on the block tried to holla, but we simply turned them down.

Rae had to pee so we went to this corner store run by Mexicans. While she was in the bathroom, I started talking to this sixteen year old who had just bought some Black & Milds. I already knew what the deal was. He invited me and my best friend to his crib. Once we got there, his house was lit up like Jamaica. The rest was history.

"Yeah. Pass that shit to me," I replied. I took long drags from the big blunt in my mouth. When I gave it back to him, it was practically gone and I was feeling good! He looked at me surprised, but most niggas did when I showed them how a real thug handled her weed.

"So what yo' name is, love?" he asked.

"Hmm. I'm Ja'Kiya. What's your name?" I questioned back since he was just now asking my name. I was slightly hurt, tear, tear. He then said some bullshit about how everybody know him as King. His street name instantly rang some bells.

"Oh. So you're King?" I said rubbing my red eyes. I looked into the passenger mirror and saw something all too familiar. The intense redness looked so sexy around my green-hazel eyes, at least in my opinion.

"In the flesh, baby," he replied and I laughed. Corny, lame ass, he kills me.

We talked and smoked. If the blunts keep getting rolled, we can be friends for a while. He wasn't so bad because he made me laugh. Lord knows I'm the goofiest person ever and when I'm high, it's even worse. Now that I'm thinking, maybe he really isn't all that funny. Fuck it, another blunt was coming my way.

I knew this shit was gonna happen sooner or later. In my case, it happened sooner. We were kissing, ruining my high, and his hands started to wander. Why he tryna be all affectionate? I can get a lil' too freaky for my own good when I'm lifted. 

We were moving faster and faster. He started kissing on my hot spot, rubbing my ass, and saying slick comments in my ear, Laaawd! Before I knew it, this nigga was fingering me.

See?! This is why I don't get high with niggas, they do the absolute most. It felt too good for me to tell him to stop. Who knows, I think I asked him to do it in the first place. I was moaning all in this nigga ear. Oh shit, did I just moan his name?

His phone started ringing and I came all over his fingers. Thank God, I wasn't tryna hear this nigga say stupid shit like, "You like that, huh?" or "Damn, nigga ain't even have to use his dick!" Y'all just don't understand how much statements like that really piss me off. 

I could not get a clear head.

He sure know how to finger, though, was all my mind kept saying. I couldn't take that away from him, cool points earned. 'Ole dude had a nice finger game.

I sat back and laughed, never again will I get high with this nigga! He had me all out of my skin using just his fingers. Damn, I didn't want him to think I was weak or easy, because I'm not.

"What?...Fuck. Alright...Alright I'm on my way," was all I heard while he was on the phone. I had to pull myself together. I fixed my clothes and hair as he hung up with the caller.

"Love, I got to go, but can I hold yo' number?"

"Nah. You can't have that just yet," I said finally being some of my regular self. I was still kinda high, though. Lucky me!

"How I'm supposed to get in touch with you then?"

"If it's meant to be it'll happen. That's what my momma always said."  Nah, nigga ain't tryna be tied down. It ain't the eighties no more, I can shit on a relationship.

"Alright then. I'ma see you around." he said after laughing.

I looked at him a minute and got out of the car. I honestly didn't give two fucks about seeing him again. My ultimate high can't last long with niggas like him. Plus, he had me wide open, however, I was lifted-still though.

"Bye-bye, lil' drug dealer!" I said as I turned around and walked off. He might wanna learn to be more discreet when doing his lil' deals. Amateur ass!

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