The Plug's Daughter

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The Plug's Daughter
Romani's Pov
Chapter 11: Where i'm supposed to be
A couple days later...

Man, I ain't the type to be explaining myself to nobody, but let me make one thing clear—Alazhá? Yeah, she mine. Ain't no debating that. I don't gotta scream it from no rooftops or do the most. Real recognize real, and I move with purpose. She gon' see I ain't like these other dudes out here playing games. When I say I want her, I mean that.

Shorty over there? Ol' girl need to chill. She been all on my line, acting like I owe her something just 'cause she been tryna press me for weeks. I barely even look her way, but she stay popping up where I'm at. Like, what you think this is?

I leaned back, posted up like I ain't got a care in the world, 'cause honestly, I don't. She was sitting across the room, staring holes through me like I was supposed to fold or something. Nah, not me.

"Romani, you don't even text me back no more," she finally said, voice all soft like I was gonna feel bad.

I smirked, shook my head, and kept scrolling through my phone like I ain't hear her. She hates when I ignore her, but what she expect? I ain't giving her what she want.

"You don't get it, do you?" I finally said, glancing up at her with that look that make people shut up real quick. "I'm focused on somebody else. And trust me, when I want something, I get it."

Her face dropped, but I ain't feel no type of way about it. It's not my fault she got too comfortable thinking she had a shot. I'm not the one for games. Alazhá the only one I'm chasing, and that's just how it's gonna be.

She tried to talk again, but I waved her off, stood up, and adjusted my hoodie. "Aight, I gotta slide. Don't be blowing my phone up."

I walked out without looking back, already thinking about how I was gonna make Alazhá see I'm serious about her. I ain't here to waste no time. She gonna know soon enough—I don't play when it comes to what's mine.

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After brushing off shorty at the spot, I knew what my next move was. I hit the whip, sliding into my seat like it was built just for me. A slow smirk crept up as I grabbed my phone and shot Alazhá a quick text.

Me: Yo, step outside in 10. Don't make me wait.
Her: What if I say no?
Me: Then I'm climbing through that window, don't test me.

She ain't respond after that, but I knew she was coming. Alazhá liked to act like she was tough, but I had her figured out. I started the car and leaned back, vibing to the music while I waited outside her block.

Her house was quiet when I pulled up, all the lights off except the one upstairs. I parked a little down the street, low-key, and watched for her.

Not even five minutes later, I saw her peek out the door, looking left and right like she was in a spy movie or some shit. I couldn't help but laugh, tapping the horn real quick to let her know I saw her. She jumped, then gave me that look, like she wanted to cuss me out.

She jogged to the car, hoodie pulled over her hair, and slid in, closing the door as quietly as she could.

"Are you crazy?" she whispered, smacking my arm. "My dad hears this, and I'm dead!"

"Then move quicker next time," I said, nonchalant. "You got me out here like I'm sneaking a jailbreak."

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling, and I knew I already won. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see," I said, pulling off, keeping it smooth as I turned the corner. She tucked her legs up in the seat, side-eyeing me like she didn't trust me.

"I'm serious, Romani. If this is some dumb shit—"

"Relax," I cut her off, my tone low but firm. "You think I'm risking you getting caught just to play around? Nah, I got plans tonight."

She didn't say nothing after that, just looked out the window while I drove. The hum of the car and the music filled the silence.

We ended up at Waffle House—her favorite, but she tried to front like it wasn't.

"You really brought me here?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as we walked inside.

"Don't act like you ain't about to order half the menu," I shot back. She laughed, shaking her head, but she didn't argue.

We got a booth in the corner, low-key as always. The waitress came over, and Alazhá ordered her usual—hashbrowns, bacon, eggs, and a waffle. Me? I kept it simple with some eggs and toast.

"So, what's this all about?" she asked, leaning back in her seat.

I looked at her, then shrugged. "What you mean?"

She narrowed her eyes. "You don't just pull up on people like this for no reason, Romani."

"You ain't people," I said simply, holding her gaze. "I told you, when I want something, I go for it. And I want you. I'm just showing you I'm serious."

Her cheeks turned red, but she played it off, looking down at her phone like she wasn't blushing. "You're annoying, you know that?"

"Yeah, but you like me anyway."

After Waffle House, we hopped back in the car. The night was quiet, streets mostly empty. I reached in the center console and pulled out a pre-roll, sparking it while she messed with the playlist.

"Don't be playing none of that sad shit," I warned her, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

"Boy, I got taste," she shot back, queuing up some smooth R&B.

We rolled the windows down just a crack to let the smoke out, the car filling up with the scent of kush and the low hum of music. She leaned back in the seat, eyes half-lidded, looking too good in the dim streetlights.

"You always this chill?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"Only when I'm with you," I said, glancing at her with a smirk.

She laughed softly, shaking her head. "You're so full of yourself."

"Maybe. But I'm right here, ain't I?"

She didn't have an answer for that, just leaned her head against the window, smiling. We drove around for a while, no destination in mind, just vibing. And in that moment, everything felt right—like this was exactly where I was supposed to be.