Who's Mans Is This?

Chapter One: Fresh Meat

Note: Mark is based off of me, mostly. I decided to tell my person  through him. Every aspect of him is me. The actions that occur in this book however are totally fiction.

Maurice -

"That's the last bag!" My father said, dropping the last pack on the floor.

"DAD!" I exclaimed as I tried to save it before it hit the ground. I immediately dropped to the floor. "MY PS4 AND COMPUTER ARE IN HERE!" I whined.

"...my bad," he said, scratching his head. How is he gonna break the stuff I need in this bitch on move in day.

I see the bag on my desk and look at my side of the room. I look at the other side. My roommate had showed early that morning and set up his stuff already. I got here about an hour till 12. I looked at my stuff and then back at my family. I was really about to start college. Holy shit.

"Well...see you!" My dad said hugging me. I hugged my sisters and mother before they walked out too.

Before I unpacked, I sat on my bed and listened to the silence in the room. You rarely hear that with four other loud asses in your house.

I missed them already.

I hopped off the bed, and fixed up my side of the room, putting up my Cloud Strife poster and setting up my TV and PS4.

I decided to set my desk up and make my bed, too. When everything was said and done, I decided to go around and talk to the guys ok the hall.

But nah, fuck that, I had to take a piss. I rushed out of the room, and down the hall to the community bathroom. As I tried to rush through, I slammed into a guy.

I fell dead on my ass and cupped my nose. The guy was a little taller than so my head slammed mostly into his chest and collar bone.

"Damn, brah. You good?" He asked me. I opened my eyes some and looked at this dude. Holy fuck, this nigga was bomb. He had fake plugs and diamond earrings, his hair was dyed brown, and he was built like a football player. I knew after bumping into him. He looked like he walked right off my Tumblr feed... I wanted to stare some more, but I might creep him out if I do, so I responded with a "Yeah, I'm good,".

He held out his hand to help me up. I saw his sleeve tattoo. As if this nigga didn't already give my dick a reason to be wet.

"You a cute lil someone," my guy said, looking me up and down. "What's your name?"

"Uh..." I said, stunned that this guy was taking interest in me. This didn't happen a lot for me. I have been out of the game for about 3 or 4 years. I honestly didn't know how to feel. All I knew was that my face was blushing hard as a bitch.

"It's Maurice," I told him.

"Wassup, Maurice," he said, butting a funny emphasis on my name that made me giggle. "I'm DeAndre." I honestly didn't realize he was holding my hand this whole time until he let go of it, and started walking.

"I'll see you later, aight?" He said. As he left, so did I. Ya boy still has to piss like a bitch.

Ya know, I thought about this while I was pissing, too...was it me, or did that shit seem to come straight out of a book?  It's whatever though.

When I finish, I zip up
My junk and retire to my room. I was tired from unpacking and I felt like taking a nap. I walk straight in the room and hop on my risen bed and turn my back towards the outside and close my eyes.

"Wassup, Mar," I heard a voice coming from the other side of the room. I looked over to see a guy in the bed across from me.