In a land full of snakes somebody gotta get bit.
-- Dre
The sound of my annoying-ass alarm clock woke me out of my sleep. My mind felt dazed as I switched off the alarm ON/OFF switch with a quickness. I picked the round clock up in my hand and squinted my eyes to read the day of the week in bright red letters. Damn, it's Saturday.
I cursed under my breath before sitting up in the bed, when I saw a head full of hair next to me I almost jumped out of my fuckin' skin. The small body underneath the covers began to move and mumble words I didn't understand in their sleep.
Something red and sparkly on the other side of the room caught my eye and that's when it all started to come back to me.
Man, last night I was higher 'den giraffe pussy in Club Rain. I had smoked 'bout four blunts before I even got there. When I started sippin' on Henny I was extra straight. I remember a bad-ass bitch in a red dress whisperin' in my ear n'shit talking about all she'll do to me. After that, all I can recall is telling her to show me. I had to be fucked up -- I don't even know her name and she's still here.
I nudged ol' girl in the side. She didn't move, so I nudged her ass again.
"Hmm?"
"Ay, you gotta go," I told her as nicely as I could. I'm still trippin' off the fact that I let her stay the night tho'.
"What?" She turned her body towards me, and I got a good look at her face. By her light brown eyes, narrow nose, pouty lips, and long, dark hair I could tell she was Latino.
Shawty looked good to be just waking up too, but that don't mean shit to me. She could've been Halle Berry -- bitch still got to go.
"I said it's time to leave, ma," I told her since I saw what she looked like. I know Latino bitches love it when you call 'em mami.
She pouted her lips, "Aw, I thought we was going to chill all day, babe."
I laughed at her stupid-ass which only made her drop he 'But-Daddy!' li'l girl act. Chill all day is what got me. I shook my head, trying to erase the smile away from my face. "Naw, Maria. I got mo' important shit to do."
"You're kidding me, right?" She asked.
"Nah." What the fuck did she expect? A ring?
She rolled her eyes as she began to get up from the bed. I couldn't help my eyes watching all that ass as she bent over a li'l to get her red dress.
"We can do a lot more tonight tho', Maria," I told her, my eyes still on her perfect body as she hooked her bra behind he back.
I heard her make the li'l sound bitches make when they've had enough before she shook her head. "Negro, please," she said as she pulled the dress over her round ass cheeks.
"Negro?" This bitch must be cra--
"Damn, right," she snatched her small purse from the floor before turning around to face me, "and my name isn't Maria, asshole. It's Graciela! You wasn't even close!"
I shrugged my shoulders, really not giving a damn what her name was. I just wanna fuck -- again.
She let out a angry growl, turned around, and walked out of the room. Seconds later I heard my front door slam and when I saw Mack big-ass standing at my bedroom door I almost had a surprise attack -- wait, is that shit even real?
"Nigga, what the fuck you doing here!" I yelled angrily. He is the last person I want to see.
"Bruh, you told me I could stay the night, remember? My grandma wasn't gon' let me back in the house after one in the morning. Curfew n'shit," he explained in between bites of a thick, sloppy sandwich in his hand. It looked like it was fifteen slices of ham -- each slice had cheese. My ham and my cheese, and a nigga didn't qualify for food stamps so I bought that shit with my money.
"Nah, I'on remember, cuz," I told him honestly. Damn, I must've been on some otha' shit last night. I'on remember nothing.
Mack smiled, mayonnaise covering his bottom lip, "Who ol' girl was? Yo, she was bad, bruh."
I shrugged, "Some bitch I met at the club."
Mack grew serious. "Aye, yo speaking of club, did you see Omanda leaving with 'dat nigga Quadir las' night? Yo' girl don't play no games, do she?"
I waved my hand, not surprised that O fuckin' with my nigga. Omanda fuck everybody. "Man,fuck 'dat bitch. She ain't my girl."
Mack shook his head. "I hear you, but I'll still be a li'l hurt that she messing with my homeboy."
I cocked a grin. "'Cause you a sensitive, sucka-ass nigga. Unlike you, I'on love these hoes."
"Man, whatever. I'm hungry, I'm 'bout to go fix me another sandwich."
Before I had a chance to say something he was gone. Damn, for a big nigga Mack move fast.
I got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom that's connected to my room, stepping over dirty clothes and other shit I threw on the floor.
Back in the day my momma didn't play that. I HAD to keep my room clean twenty-four-seven. She was nuttier than squirrel shit if she thought I was going to keep living wit' her OCD ass. A nigga was determined to leave. I started stacking my money at thirteen, on my sixteenth birthday I was gone.
Speaking of stacking money, that reminds me... it's Saturday and I still ain't heard nothin' from Brown since that day in Richmond. I play 'bout a lot of thangs and my money ain't one of 'em. I turned the water on in the sink before holding both of my hands under the running water and splashing my face with it.
I didn't want to at first, but it look like I'ma have to show 'dat nigga how I live.
And I'an talkin' 'bout moving in.
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A / N :
Ugh, I feel like such a asshole when ever I write Dre's POVs. I don't know about you guys, but he is one person in life I hope to never come across. Anyway, please VOTE and COMMENT!
Thanks for reading!
