JACE.

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JACE

"Man, you tryna go to the club tonight?" Jaheim asked as he looked over his shoulder at me.

"Mane, you kno I'm still on probation, right?" I replied as I leaned back a bit on the sofa, and hit my blunt.

"Awww damn, I forgot you told me that earlier." Jaheim shook his head, before grabbing his drink off the glass table which sat in front of us, taking a sip of it.

"Hell yea, but at the end of the day, I'm thankful that I'm out, besides that shit just for three months. They got niggas who gotta wait five years." I shrugged, before passing the blunt back to him.

"Hell yea." Jaheim nodded.

I leaned back further on the couch as I listened to what Jaheim was boutta say next.

"Aye, they got daytime clubs tho, you tryna fuck wit that? I know this one club I be going to every now and then, they got all the hoes." Jaheim asked as he took a puff.

"Mane, fuck no." I shook my head.

I really ain't have the energy to do shit anymore, I needed time to think, and I couldn't do that if I was surrounded by a lotta different individuals, especially during the day.

"Man, why not? You just got out after bein locked up for two whole years, and you ain't tryna celebrate that shit? Then on top of that you just got yo shit lined up. What's the problem?" He asked as he slightly scrunched up his face.

"Ion kno man." I replied as I looked forward at the wall and started thinking it over.

"Aww man, come on! It'll be lit. I know yo ass ain't tryna stay in the house all day after you been locked up for so long." He responded.

I realized he was right, I shole ain't wanna be cooped up inna house all day long after I had to stay innat cell for two long ass years.

"Aight man, I guess we can go. But I can't stay out for long, my probation officer gone be trippin." I replied.

"I gotchu bro." Jaheim said before leaving the room.

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From the minute we got in that joint, I instantly knew that shit was boutta be lame.

Right off rip I wasn't feelin the vibes at all.

The club smelled like straight alcohol and beer. The room was filled with bright gleaming lights, which was burnin' the shit outta my eyes.

Wasn't nothin' special tho, all that was to be seen was bitches shakin' ass on the pole and a bunch of thirsty ass feenin ass niggas droolin' and watchin up close.

Don't get me wrong, the dancers looked aight, but they wasn't anything that caught my eye or I felt like smashin'.

Maybe it was just me, Ion kno.

I usually only went to clubs at night, so maybe that's what it was.

Whatever the fuck it was, I just knew I wanted to get the fuck out that bih.

I continued to observe the room as all the memories began to resurface my mind.

I realized the last time I had even been to a club was when I saw Sincere's ass with anotha' nigga.

I was startin' to realize that bitch was neva real from the get go, and I had to be one dumb ass nigga to trust her ass in the first place. All the signs had been right in front of me from the jump.

Guess I was just blinded by love.

Of course, I cheated first, but that ain't mean move on in less than two weeks, that's some foul ass shit that she pulled.