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We Outside

C H R I S

The bass of Rob49's Mama blasted throughout the club full of people. My friend's Javion and Derek were opening a bottle of Casa Azul as I sipped on the Tequila and red bull I already had in my cup.

I had convinced myself that this whole trip I wouldn't think about Nala but that changed when I saw her. She was always quick to remind me that we weren't together yet was offended the moment she seen me with somebody else.

Her emotional maturity wasn't there at all. Yet she was young and still becoming of herself so I couldn't judge that.

She looked fine as hell despite her being angry with me. She always looked good which is one of the reasons why it was so hard for me to stay away and act like I didn't care. When in reality it was the opposite.

Maybe I should've settled for being friends after all. But the way Nala was so nonchalant about letting me go that night in front her dorm made me question everything with her.

"There go your girl." Javion nudged me

I looked across the club seeing Nala taking the hand of some guy as he helped her along with her friends into his section. She had on a tropical print mini dress that showcased every curve on her body.

"Ain't that the nigga that hoop for Miami heat?" Derek asked

"That is that nigga." Javion said "Damn everybody out here."

I didn't wanna spend my night watching Nala but I couldn't seem to pry my eyes off of her either. Some nigga approached her and whispered something in her ear before pouring a shot's worth of Patron down her throat. The two of them continued to converse rather closely.

"She got a type." Javion attempted to joke with me

Yet only him and Derek laughed at his stupid joke. The guy she was talking to also had dreads.

"Come on bro let's turn up. don't even worry about what's going on over there." Derek said wrapping his arm around me

"You right."

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"You so damn pretty." He complimented me once again

"Thank you." I blushed

His name was Omari. Tatted. Dreaded. Muscular.