Making Ends Meet

Chapter 17

"I didn't know y'all was fucking brothers!" Xita asked excitedly when she walked into Mason's apartment to see Logan. She was walking up the stairs next to Mason, when he said he wanted her to meet his brother. 

"Shit and you ain't tell me you was fucking my brother!" Logan said back, making Mason laugh. 

"Ain't nobody freaking your brother!" She rolled her eyes, but kept a smile on her face. "I kinda got standards," she said, looking Mason up and down like he was beneath her and he muffed her face. 

"Get the fuck outta here!" He laughed. Xita heard the toilet flush, causing her eyes to travel to the hallway. 

"I swear Chuck better not walk out that damn bathroom," she held her head to the side, but instead, this white boy came out the bathroom, and he was some nice white chocolate too. 

He was dressed in some baggy jeans and a tank top. He obviously played football too, because he had a football players body, all muscular, looking good enough to eat. 

"Damn, you just gone drool like I ain't standing here, huh?" Mason asked, causing Logan to laugh, and Xita soon joined in. 

"Ain't nobody drooling!" She rolled her eyes. 

"Hey, I'm Hunter," he said, and Xita immediately thought of the time Angel said Tony looked like his name was Hunter. He had light blue eyes and sparkly white teeth, he really did look good. 

"I'm Xita," she smiled politely and he shook her hand firmly. 

"What's that?" He asked, pointing to the corner of her mouth making her wipe it. 

"What is it?" She asked, looking up at him. 

"Okay you got that slob," he laughed, making Xita blush like a school girl and push him away from her while everybody else was laughing at her. 

"Forget all of y'all," she glared with a hint of a smile. 

"Whatever girl, you can't forget us," Logan said, scooting over when Hunter went to take a seat next to him.

"Especially not me," Mason said. "They finna play they game, come back here to the room with me," he started to walk, but stopped when he knew Xita wasn't following him. She gave him a look that said,nigga I ain't bout to fuck you if that's what you thinking. "C'mon it ain't even like that," he laughed and she smiled before following him in the room. 

They had just been chilling and talking when he asked out of the blue, "You smoke?" 

"I never did it before," she shook her head, watching him get up and remove a shoe box from the top of the closet. 

"You want to try it?" He asked, and opened up the packet of grape swishers and emptying them on the desk. She was kind of fascinated, but she wasn't trying to smoke. 

"I'm good," she shook her head, but kept her eyes on his hands, she wanted to try it. To roll it, not smoke it. She watched him rip it down the side with his hands and pour out the tobacco before replacing it with what he said was Kush. She watched him roll it up, using his tongue and everything. Then he put it in the microwave for like fifteen seconds before he took it out and lit it. 

"Ain't it bad to smoke if you play football?" She asked, watching him start to roll up another one. Was he really gone smoke two though? 

"Naw," he blew the smoke in her face. "Just cigarettes are bad really. Weed ain't got no real side effects, but make you feel good," he held it out to Xita but she shook her head, making Mason laugh. "Cigarette's the shit that cause cancer, weed don't do shit to you," he said in between puffs and blowing more smoke in her face.