Making Ends Meet

Chapter 8

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Xita, Yasmine and Angel sat around another table in the food court, talking to these boys who they learned were Chuck, Mason and Logan.They were all good looking football and basketball players.

Chuck was tall and lanky and he had short curly hair in a box cut with a light cream complexion like he was mixed but had more white in him then black. He was wearing a white shirt and some basketball shorts and he was a fine ass boy. He was goofy as fuck, and had everybody laughing. He was the basketball player.

Mason was the more serious one. He didn't talk much, and he had a dangerous vibe to him. He sported a fade with diamond earrings glistening in both of his ears. He was a bad boy, and Angel was immediately attracted to him, even though he looked bored, nothing like the nigga that was in that bouncy house a few minutes ago. He was the football player.

Logan was black as midnight with long dreads with brown tips, he was fine as hell, if Yasmine wasn't all googly eyed over him, Xita would be about ready to pull them dreads. He was smooth with everything he did, just as smooth as his skin. He was the prettiest, yet darkest black Xita had ever seen, but it worked for him. He played basketball and football. 

"What's yo name, ma?" Mason asked, making Angel's mouth fall open. She had been sitting in the dude face for the last few minutes, and he was acting like he wasn't interested at all. 

"Who me?" Xita asked, arching her eyebrow. 

"Yes you, couldn't be then who?" He asked with a smirk, and Xita almost smiled. He didn't look like the type to drop a line so corny and elementary like. 

"Taken," Xita said, and began fishing for her phone. 

"Stop lying!" Yasmine yelled. "You know yo ass not taken, just like the both of us!" Yasmine smirked, and Angel shot daggers at her. 

"So, it don't matter if you taken. I'm asking for yo name, not yo hand in marriage ma," he stated, licking his lips, making Xita want to feel them on hers. Not the ones on her face either. 

"I'm good," she said, reading her texts from Booney. 

"Why I can't know yo name?" He asked. Shit, if he would have been paying attention to the other girls talking, he would already know her name was Xita. 

"I don't like black boys," she said. 

wyd? 

you can't text daddy? 

you about to be in last place

All of her texts had come from Booney. This nigga ain't got no life outside of his escorts? 

Sorry daddy, I was at the mall with my friends. Plus, I was just with you this morning, she replied, and looked up to see Mason's dark eyes trained on her, as if she were his prey or target and he was waiting for the perfect moment to strike. 

"Okay, miss Xita, I knew ya name, I just wanted to hear it from you," he said and leaned forward across the table and stared at her, and if her phone hadn't vibrated in her hand, she would have been in a trance, but she had to play it cool. She knew Angel was sweating this dude hard. 

"Boy stop looking at me like that, you wierd as fuck," she mumbled, and went back to texting Booney on her phone. She could hear Logan and Chuck snickering, but she paid it no mind, because Booney a fucking fool. 

I don't care how long ago I seen you. You shouldn't wait more than two hours to tak to Daddy, and no more than two minutes to text me back, this nigga is out of his fucking mind, for real. Oh well, it's best to feed this nigga ego to stay on his good side.