Make It Count (Urban Fiction)

Chapter 5

          "Damn, why you always gotta attitude?" I spoke walking beside her.

"It's my personality."

"You're too pretty to be acting so ugly." I smirked.

"Whatever."

"Where you headed?"

"Wherever you're not." She shrugged.

I couldn't help but laugh at her attitude.

"Let me walk you there."

She paused a minute before replying.

"Sure."

     We walked a few blocks before making it to the library and stopping.

"So you read?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?"

"Because you seem interesting."

"I bet." She said walking up the steps to the entrance.

"I can't call you?" I smirked from the bottom of the stairs.

She turned to face me.

"You'll see me around." She smiled.

I watched her dissappear into the library before walking off.

    My phone began to ring. When I checked the number,  it wasn't saved in my phone.

"Yea?"

"Nigga, I hope you not around that way. Cops is surrounding that place." Ahmod spoke in the phone.

"I'm good, see you in about 30." I spoke disconnecting the call.

    I walked a few more blocks until stopping. A black car pulled up to beside me and I got into the back seat noticing Mac.

"Good job." He spoke patting my back.

I ignored him as I stared out the window.

    Around 9:30 p.m.,  Mac was dropping me off at Ahmod's house.

"Aight man." I spoke slamming the door.

I rang Ahmod's doorbell and Keyshia came to the door. She slung the door open.

"Where Ahmod at?" I asked stepping inside.

"Follow me."

Midway down the hallway, she abruptly stopped in front of me, causing my dick to brush against her ass.

She grabbed my hands and placed them on her waist.

"I bet that Mexican bitch can't make you feel like this." She whispered while grinding against my dick.

"Shit." I mumbled while watching her ass move against me.

I could feel my dick harden as I pulled her closer. Before she could turn around, we both heard the doorknob twist. She broke away from me as I adjusted myself.

"Ahmod, I was just about to come get you. Khalil's here." She spoke quickly.

"What's up?" I spoke nodding my head,  trying to act as cool as possible.

Ahmod looked at Keyshia and back at me, then shrugged.

"C'mom nigga, I been waiting on you." He spoke entering the room.

I could feel Keyshia's eyes watching me as I entered the bedroom, I decided not to look her way.

  "So nigga,  how was it? Did you make the nigga suffer?" Ahmod asked.