Day'Ja (Thug Story)

Chapter 3

I got up at 9:15 and went jogging. By the time I jogged back home it was 10:00. I took a 30 minute shower and played music while I swept my room floor. Not cause I'm a stripper mean I don't have to be healthy. I took out my Jordan's it was blue and black, I took out this blue crop shirt which said I break hearts a razor back to go under it and my blue skinnies. I went down stairs to warm up the pasta that was left over. As I ate it I turned on the TV and saw Joey on the news being locked up for murder. He was the nigga they was looking for the whole time. I called up Kesha she was crying like a bitch. This is why I don't love no one I dont have time for crying. I asked her if she want me to come over she said no she gone be okay I hang up and went up stairs to get ready to meet this so called thug. I got dressed and put my gun in my bag just in case this nigga tries to do something.

1:00

At The Mall

"Hey Day'Ja"

"Hi what do you want?"

"Lil shawty do you have to be so all the time?"

"What the hell do you want?"

"To spend time with you is that a problem?"

"It kinda is because you only have 30 minutes and yoo time ticking"

"Thank you, by the way you looking real beautiful miss Day'Ja""

"I was born beautiful and thanks"

"Lil shawty do you mind if I take you some where?"

"Umm depends where I don't know you like that to go with you"

"Have trust in me I ain't gone hurt you just want take you to my house to get some lunch and get to know you"

"Nigga I don't trust no one. Yoo time ticking carry me but if you make the wrong move I'm putting a cap in your ass"

"Lil mama you bad"

"Yeah with my fucking hands get to stepping and lets go"

With that being said we walked out the mall and we was getting all eyes. I didn't care none of them hoes pay my bills so they could get to stepping. I hopped in his ride and the ride to his place was 15 minutes. When we reached he came and opened my door. I came out and said thanks. Walked up in this nigga crib his shit was on point, clean house look right to the back sliding glass was his pool. His kitchen was beautiful.

"Where your woman at?"

"I don't have a woman but I know Im about to have one soon"

"Ohh by the way this house look, I can tell you don't do the cleaning."

"Nahh shawty my mom come and help me clean 2 times a year, but I cleaned by my self."

"Trueeeeeeee, now what am I here for?"

"Lil shawty why you so hard on a nigga?"

"Mann it ain't that Im hard on you just that I'm not the associate type I stay to myself one friend is enough,"

"So you don't have a man?"

"Don't need one"

"You may not need one but you gone have one"

"Trueeee so this what you called me here for?"

"Nahh I wanted to get to know you"

"Well first thing first I'm a stripper not a sex toy or mate, I supply myself of my job and don't need any help, I trust none and love none!"

"Why you don't love?"

I told him the story about my childhood and he clearly understood and asked me if my pops was alive I said yeah. From there we talked about our self. He was a drug lord and lord know I ain't trying to be in the fast life. We talked, laughed I must say I had a good time I told him to drop me back because I had to to check up on Kesha