Life of a female Gangster©

Chapter - TWENTY THREE

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[Maya]

I took in a deep breath. Bits & pieces of me felt the alcohol drift outta my system. But you know, you could never be careful, cause alcohol be tripping sometimes. My head was pounding, and it was literally making me sick to my stomach. I suppressed the urge, to throw up. So I kept it to a minimum.

I briefly, remembered the familiar voice. "What do you want?" I snapped at him. I heard him give a deep chuckle, "So you do remember who I am." The voice said.

I didn't want to play games with him. He knew what he was doing either way.

"Ugh. Of course, I remember who you were, I believe you called me a name, a white person would call their dog." I stated matter of factly, with an attitude to my voice.

The lights, were still flashing around, a lot of people were still enjoying themselves. It was a nice party, I had to admit; and an even better atmosphere to get down with ya bad self.

"Aight, well you was the one starin at me, like you aint' never seen a n*gga before." He replied, lowly. So lowly, I thought, I imagined him speaking.

I snorted, and rolled my eyes. He has got to be kidding me, right? I turned to face him for the first time. I knew, it was him because he was the one I had met in the parking lot. He had a nice haircut, from the last time i had seen him. A pair of timberlands on, paired with a brand of expenisve looking jeans. He had on a simple, black Hoodie 'Thug Life', and a diamond earring in his ear. You could still, see his well defined muscles through his hoodie, as weird as that sounds.

My heart and pulse began racing, but I forced to make myself act normal as possible. He was closer, than i had thought or imagined. I sucked in my breath.

"I have seen n*ggas, before." I began, putting on emphasis on the 'n*ggas' part.