Thug Passion (Urban)

Thug Passion - Chapter 4

Xavier Pov

I can't get her out of my head. She's everywhere. That kiss she placed on my cheek had me feeling some type of way. Her hazel green eyes. Her smile. Her dimples. Her hair. And it's  not even fake. Where could you find a girl in the hood with no weave and it's all natural? That's why I'm feeling Peaches. She's real and I like that.

"Damn man! Do you hear the shit I'm saying? Pull your head out of your ass nigga." My big brother Jayden said.

Peaches was right. I'm not calling the shots. Jayden is.

"Yeah man, I'm listening."

"Ard yo, I'm leaving to go to the club. See you man." He dapped me up and left.

Damn Peaches.

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I'm really mad as shit though. First, there's  nothing to do. I have no friends. I left them bitches on some other shit that happened earlier today.

But you know what im finnah do tonight? Go to a club so I can get the hell out of here.

I'ma call my homegirl Cherrie. She cool to go clubbing with and she's a lesbian. I'm mean I have no problems with gays, lesbians, homosexuals, etc or anything else. I feel like if you like the opposite sex then that's  you, I can't do anything or anybody else can do anything to stop you. But me I'm straight as a bone. But I call her anyway.

"Hey Cherrie, do you have  plans tonight?"

"Nah baby, I ain't got shit to do. Why you want me to slide through?"

"Well, it's something like that. You feel like partying tonight at a club?"

"Hell yeah, that's the shit I do on a regular, you don't even have to ask. What time?"

"Mmm, probably we go deep around 10 cool with you?"

"Yeah, who picking who up ?"

"I'll slide through"

"Bet."

I hung up the phone and looked at the time. Damn, it's 8 already!

I stripped and headed in the shower.

I would say I was looking the bomb.com like forreal. It should be a crime from how good I was looking. I was wearing a red dress that past my mid thigh right above my knees. It was like a second skin on me. It was long sleeve to my wrist. I mean my dress was plain until I wore it. My makeup was on point. Smoky black eye. Now my heels, jewelry, and hair was just like a 'YASS' moment.

My heels were a nude color and I had like 3 charm bracelets on one arm. Then I had a junk necklace. My lipstick was nude too and it was looking right.

Even though my hair wasn't acting right, it was going to act right today. My hair is in a nice donut bun on top of my head with the little curls hanging  down the side of my face and my baby hairs was slicked. But I had on the thot earrings. The pearls.

I checked my phone to see if it was fully charged and it was then I looked at the time. It was nearly 10.

I texted Cherrie and told her I was on my way.

We're at the club and guess what? You already know some ratchet hoe tried to pop off. I was not trying to fight that donkey kong no weaving ass hoe. Specially when I'm trying to get drunk.

Me and Cherrie was on the dance floor dancing on each other like lesbians while the song Ciara - Body Party came on. I mean I'm not a lesbian but I do have my moments.

"My body is your party baby, nobodys invited. But you baby"

"I can do it slow now, tell me what you want. Baby put your phone down, you should turn it off."

"Cause tonight is going down, tell your boys its going down, we in the zone now. Dont stop. Oooh."

I grinded on her, my back on her front while I had my drink in the air. It was like I was giving her a lapdance but just standing up. I was getting it.

"Boy you should know that your love is always on my mind, im not gonn fight it, I want it all the time, boy you should know that you love is always on my mind and I cant deny it."

The song fastly ended and I was making my way over into my V.I.P section. Yes I had my own shit. Cause I'm just that good.

I sat down drinking my peach ciroc. I was feeling a little buzz. It felt nice. I've been watching this sexy nigga, to me the most sexiest nigga that ever exsisted. I'm not stalking I just have my eyes on him and we've been making eye contact every once in a while.

I'm not by myself. Some niggas I knew is in my V.I.P section and some few broads that Cherrie bought along but they've been giving me the eye for a while. But I'm not letting them fuck up my vibe. Like Kendrick Lamar said. 'Bitch Dont Kill My Vibe.' So I'm chilling.

But then my song came on. Lil C4 - Bouncing. That's my shit. I put my drink down and went out and started dancing. I felt a presence behind me. They smelt so fucking good. It seems so familiar but slightly different. They pressed their body onto mines and whispered my ear.

"How's your night so far?"

I giggled. "It could be better."

"What can I do to make your night better?"

The song went off and Beyonce - Drunk in Love came on. I turned around to see the mystery man. And goddamn this nigga is so much sexier face to face. You could tell he was mixed. Straight teeth. Dimples. Good Hair braided to his back. Snap back, swag clothes. Everything about this man screamed danger but I wouldn't - no couldn't run away, I was glued to him.

He pulled me to his VIP section and we sat down. I was drinkin my peach ciroc while he stared at me and I stared back.

"What's your name Mr?"

He smiled at me. "Jayden."

"I'm Peaches."

He looked surprised but then he kept staring at me.

"Are you going to keep staring at me or?"

"Sorry, you're just beautiful. I mean I knew Peaches was a girl but not this type of girl"

I laughed. "Please don't let my dress or my small size fool you. Cause I still fight niggas."

"Cute."

We continued talking all night and we ended up trading numbers. He seems like a chill ass guy and I can see us chillin. He's just that nigga and I'm just that muthafucka. You feel me?

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Done! I really didnt kno how to end this chapter but I guess its chills. hoped you enjoyed it.

I just wanna say Merry Christmas to those who celebrate Christmas.

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(Authors note: that's  personally how I feel in real life about people liking the opposite sex)

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