Just What I Am.

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Hannah's POV:

Talking to Rakim was much easier than I thought it would be. He didn't scream at me. And he didn't leave me. He just waited until I was completely finished. Then explained how he felt. Told me I was going through a lot, and it wasn't like I fucked anybody. Eventually he admitted to cheating on me too, and I didn't care. I just want him back. We can start over.

It got pretty cold outside. The goosebumps spread up the skin on my lower back. Rakim grabbed my wrist, and lead me back to his private section, where most of the drug deals were taking place. He sat me on the couch, and grabbed a tray full of colorful shots. My favorites.

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Between the loud laughs, gang signs being thrown, neon shots, and my squeals from Rakim, everything was pretty much going back to normal. Kiaura showed up about an hour after I did. I guess she's leaving, cause she spent the whole night with a bunch of chicks I haven't ever see before. I asked Rakim and he just shook his head. If she leaves I'll be the only bitch left. Less chicks in the house means more money for me. Maybe I'll finally buy the mansion of my fucking dreams one day.

I'm trying my best not to drink too much. Rakim.... uh not so much. I asked him to get me a drink, and he was almost dragged by Q to get there and back.

He slowly sat on the couch spilling most of my drink.

"Mama.."

"Yea?"

"I wanna fuck tonight."

I busted out laughing, and his arm found it's way around my waist.

"Let's go backk. Back to the hotel!" Rakim yelled.

He leaned against the arm to the couch, and stood up.

Everyone eventually followed him to the entrance door. I was planning on driving Twelvy in his rental car back, and Rakim was gonna ride with the rest in the taxi. I mean, I am the least drunk tonight.

Twelvy opened the driver seat door for me. He's always slick with girls. Even when he's totally shit faced.

"Hell no!" Both of our heads shot up wondering who was fighting across the street.

Rakim.

"Twelvy get in the back seat. Ok?" He nodded, and I ran to the open taxi. Rakim was sprawled out on the sidewalk, moaning my name.

"Rakim."

"Hannahhhh!"

"Get up. You can ride with me."

Rakim's POV:

"me" came out of Hannah's mouth once, but ran through my head almost a thousand times. Everyone's screaming at me. But, the only one I can hear is her. I love how she kept her voice stern. Sometimes I wonder if anybody knows just how sweet she is. She's known as this heartless girl who runs around Harlem doing whatever the hell she wants, but in all reality her heart is as big and fragile as they come.

If I ever made her cry, I'd probably shoot myself.

The blurriness started to take over. Her hand reached out for me. I tried a couple times to grab it. I felt her grasp pull me up, then her arms wrapped around me as she pulled me across the street. She sat me in the car, and just smiled at me.

I didn't really consentrate on what she was saying. I just loved to watch her fucking talk. Oh.... talking.... besides drug dealing and breaking hearts that was one of the greatest things about her. She could go on for hours if anybody let her.

"Rakim? watch your leg! I'm shutting the door."

"Wait! Come here!"

I waited for her to lean into the car.

"yeah?"

"Kiss me."

She smiled and grabbed onto my neck.

"You don't know how much I've wanted to hear those words all night long.."

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I'm pretty sure it was Twelvy who walked me up the stairs. All I really know is I'm laying in my bed watching tv, waiting for Hannah. The light under the door went out. Then she walked in.

"Hey baby." I said.

She shut the door, and leaned against it.

"Come here." I waved her over, but she didn't move.

"Rakim. I know you're drunk, but there's an emergency. I have to go home."

"What emergency?" I sat up from the bed.

"I don't know. Alex just called and said I needed to come home."

"Harlem?"

"No. Home, home. My parents."

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