No Love Allowed.

The worst.

Rakim's P.O.V

I waited in my matte black range rover for a good 10 minutes before they all began approaching. Slowly rolling down my window I noticed Jaxon's girl in front of all of them. "For the last goddamn time, don't touch me. I have two legs and a heartbeat, I can walk on my own." She growled, snatching her arm away when Ferg tried to hold her captive.

I raised my brows and let a roaring laugh fall from my lips. It was then that she turned her attention towards me and my eyes met hers, for a split second, only. I had other plans. My eyes traced her short black dress that hugged her small, yet curvy figure. Down to her smooth and toned legs. Then again. And finally back to meet her emerald orbs that held a cold glare.

Hold on, how on earth was this baddie, with that broke ass nigga Jaxon?

"Fvck you lookin at?" She interrupted my thoughts, in that little bvtchy, stubborn ass tone I was really starting to hate. She irritated me already and I'd barely known her for long. There was nothing more I hated than females with attitude. Shit was cute at times, but for her it seemed like that was mood on the regular.

" Mann, Jaxon.." I looked over to him then to the fine female in front of me. "I know you can do better man." I said audibly for her to hear herself. I shook my head and low-key checked her out one last time. "She ain't shit." I said as I started the engine. Ferg, Nast and Twelvy both looked at me like I was hallucinating. They opened the door for her and Jaxon who both remained quiet at the back with Nast and Twelvy. Ferg came through the passenger seat and closed the door. "Fvck was that back there? Ma nigga you on that good shvt or nah?" He asked, referring to why I was lying. We both knew shawty was fine. "Shuddup." I simply stated as I drove quietly.

Rihanna's P.O.V

As I pushed Ferg's arm away I heard a laugh from ahead of us and instantly turned my head. I'm positive this was Rakeem, Rakeen or whatever he calls himself. I noticed his eyes wonder my body. This wasn't the first time I'd received male attention, in fact, I got it on the regular. And it was getting old. He can look all he wants but he can't touch. Eventually his gaze turned to meet mine and I swear I almost lost it. He was far more attractive than I'd thought. His brown skin reflecting the moon night. Four braids tied back, as he licked his brown lips. He can't just stare at me all day, so I broke the tension myself. "Fvck you lookin at?" I faked a harsh tone as his lustful stare suddenly turned to mine; cold. He completely ignored my stubborn question then turned to look at Jaxon instead. " Mann, Jaxon.." He began as he then looked at me for a split second. "I know you can do better man." He eyed me again up and down. And as the words fell from his lips I didn't know how to feel. I was speechless, and his insult completely caught me off guard.

Wasn't he checking me out?!

Nast quickly opened the door as I got in and sat down. Jaxon didn't even say shit. You'd think he'd defend me, I thought we were friends or I at least meant shit to him. But it seems as though he's too much of a bvtch nigga to stand tall against Rakeem or Raheem. The whole ride to wherever we were going was terrible. His bitter words kept playing again and again in my head like a hymn that refused to end.

"She aint shit. You can do better."

I'm a confident girl and I don't need someone to tell me what I am and what I'm not. But the way he looked at me when he said it, it was as if I wasn't even human. Like some dog. It's like, if I was with Jaxon in that way. He would've failed already just because of my appearance. Rakim was saying what was inside didn't matter, I was ugly and because of that Jaxon was an utter failure already. Now, I don't know Rakim personally nor do I give two shites about him, but for some reason I can't help but find myself somewhat.. Offended. Insecure. I've never felt that way about myself before. And the fact that none of the other boys defended me or said anything, makes me know it's probably true. All my past insecurities continue to now flood my thoughts. Insecure thoughts. The worst.

Rakim's P.O.V

Her attitude. That stupid little whiny attitude of hers was the reason I had to front like the bvtch ugly , to shut h'er up. And no surprise it'd worked because the whole ride to my crib was just me and my homeboys bumpin to some mixtapes from the studio.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Authors note: LIKE GUYSSSSSSSSS yall don't even know this story is going to fuck yall up emotionally in so many ways. All y'all need to do, is sit down, relax, read and keep the love comin. Cheers xoxooxoxo -tadiwa