Basquiat.

chapter six.

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August

Peach ciroc dripped from my lips as I ripped open the packaging from the Swisher Sweet.

"You taking forever dawg," my homie Ace whined.

"Man, take yo ass on somewhea' you can't roll fa' shit."

"Says who?"

"Says every mothafucka in this jawn, nigga."

He looked around the room.

"On my unborn kids, y'all some snake ass niggas."
"Why the fuck y'all ain't say shit?"

"What is we spose' to say dawg?" I chuckled.

"I don't know, shit, 'nigga you suck at rolling blunts' woulda been aight."

"Cry baby ass nigga," My brother Travis whispered.

"You got something to say la' homie?" Ace asked.

"You over here crying like a bitch over a fucking blunt."
"It ain't our fault you slobber all ova' the shit."

Ace looked down like he was hurt.

"Man, fuck all y'all niggas."

"We luh you too." I grinned while breaking down the weed.

"Aye, y'all trying to hit that new strip downtown?" Travis asked.

"Hell ya," everyone yelled in unison.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"We can't never hang out without one a y'all trying to get some pussy." I semi-yelled.

"What you got against pwussy?" Ace joked.

"Nothing. I just don't want nun from a loose two dolla' ass hoe."

Don't get me wrong, I could finesse a braud right out her draws. I just wasn't with the shits right na'

"You just mad cause you can't get nun' nigga."

Got me fucked up.

"This nigga Aug can't get no punannnny!" Travis yelled like a schoolgirl.

"Shut y'all childish asses up," I said annoyed.

These niggas acted like children sometimes.

"Talk y'all shit, but I bet I get mo' pussy than both y'all with my hands tied behind my back."
"No pun intended," I grinned.

"A hundred dollars a piece says you won't," Travis dealt.

"It's a bet then," Ace smirked.

"Shol' is."

Masika

I nodded my head to Drake's 'Controlla' while handing out bottles in V.I.P.

I couldn't get into the swing of things at the club, with my father on my mental.

"You good ma?"

"Yes, I mean, yeah I'm fine." I stuttered.

"Can I get you something to drink or?"

"Oh, I don't drink. Thanks though."

"So you one of them good girls, huh? At least let me get you something lightweight."

"I'm fine," I said becoming annoyed.

"Ight, fuck it then."

"You have a nice day."

"Yeah whatever, bitch." He mumbled.

I would've said something rude, but the fact that he didn't have the balls to say it to my face was enough for me.

"Ughhhh!" I dramatically yelled while walking back to the bar.

"Rought night already, babe?" My co-worker, Stacy, asked.

"Yes girl, you can't turn down a guy here without getting cursed the hell out of."

"Don't mind em' babygirl, they just mad that they can't have a taste of allat' chocolate," she snapped.

Stacy was white, but she had the attitude of a straight black girl.

"I guess you're right," I sighed.

"Ooh bitch, look over there!" She squealed.

I narrowed my eyes in the direction of the entrance.

"What exactly am I looking at, Stac?"

"Girl, that fine ass caramel man towering over errbody. Lord the things I would do to get a piece of DAT!" She dramatized.

"Oh shit." I mumbled, finally realizing who she was talking about.

"Uh uh boo, finder's keepers loosers weepers. I saw him first!"

"I don't want him Stacy. Thats my  teacher!"

"Teacher? How old is he?"

"22."

"Ain't he a little too young to be a damn teacher. He single?"

"Don't know and don't care," I snarled.

"Damn bitch, you ain't got to be rude about it."
"Hold down the fort while I go work my magic on lil daddy," she grinned.

I sucked my teeth and watched her remove her apron.

I practically stared at her ass as she walked across the dance floor to the other side of the room.

You had to give stacy her props, she was thick, with long blonde straight hair, pierced cheek dimples, and straight up beautiful. 

Shit.

I knew Mr. Alsina would be all up under her sooner than later.

Not that I was jealous or anything.

Was I?

-Masika and August in the MM
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