"They gon be here in a minute." Nylah says, running her lighter under the freshly rolled blunt to dry it. "Well, that's what Dame says."
"Okay." I say, rubbing my hands on my jeans. I was a little nervous, not gonna lie. My interactions with males in a romantic setting is next to none and I didn't know what the fuck to do. "Dutches."
"Yes hun." Nylah responds, studying her blunt intently and I exhale.
"Is there a spell that will make me less nervous or something? I don't want to be an awkward ass spaz and the guys think I'm sus as hell or whatever."
Nylah blinks, frowning at the blunt then turning to face me. "You nervous hun?" She asks and I roll my eyes.
"I basically just said I was, Ny." I groan a bit, fluffing my hair a bit. Nylah continues to watch me before laughing and I slouch into the chair, wanting to sink away. She wasn't supposed to laugh at me, she was supposed to help.
"Babe, these niggas are not Barack Obama or any other celebrity. These are some lame ass, financial aid being they only income ass, college niggas. I'm not setting you up for anything. If you wanna try something with Greg, or even Dame, then baby that's up to you. But they aren't nothing to be nervous over."
"But Ny-"
"Di, just be your fantastic self. Even if these niggas were the pope, be yourself. Breathe and be natural. Act like you've known them for forever, like you did me and the girls."
I nod, looking down. "It's just... I've never really been... around guys like this. I'm still a virgin."
"Baby cakes, like I said, you are here to just chill. That's it. Nobody, and I mean nobody, will ever pressure you to do anything you want here. Or ever because if a nigga does, I'm cutting his dick off."
I laugh, shaking my head. "Thanks, Dutches."
"No problem, Wavy. I love you, okay?"
"Awww." I say, getting up and falling into her lap. "I love you too! Bring them lips here gurl." I say, wrapping my arms around her neck and she laughs, throwing her head back.
"I'm not gonna play with you! Get your big ass off me." She laughs, pushing me off a bit and I join along.
Our laughter subsides and I roll off her lap and onto the floor, sitting up and resting my head on the sofa. "Since these niggas are taking three years, you wanna just spark up?" Nylah asks me and I shrug.
"If that's what you wanna do. It's your weed boo." I say and she nods.
"We getting high, fuck these niggas."
~
"Finally!" Nylah huffs, getting up. We had been sitting there for an additional twenty minutes and had finished a whole blunt and a half before someone knocked on Nylah's apartment door. "These niggas better have food. And more weed." Nylah pouts as she opens the door.
"Wassup baby." A nigga says, leaning against the doorframe. I'm assuming that was Dame, her lil baby.
"You're hella late Damien. Me and Wavy smoked damn near both blunts waiting on yall."
"You couldn't have waited?" He asks, shaking his head. "It's whatever, I got more for us babe." He says, kissing her cheek and walking inside. "I hope you don't mind, I brought the homie Jacques."
"Hey Jac." Nylah says, smiling at him as he walks in.
"Whats popping Ny." He says, giving her a half smirk as he walks inside.
"Hey Greg." She finally says as the last dude walks inside and my eyes widen.
It was the nigga from the library who was pressed about Mr. Tweeters. What the fuck, he knew Dame?
YOU ARE READING
Brujas
Short StoryI hated college and I was well past hating my life. I was expecting more than this, I was expecting cliche's. I wanted drugs, parties, clubs, guys, drinking, that was the college experience I wanted. Instead I had class, isolation, self destruction...
