Keep It On The Real

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                               Mamé's POV

"And then this bitch had the nerve to size me up." I was complaining about this one bitch at IHop.

Me and Yatta were at IHop minding our own goddamn business and this lil white bitch had the nerve to comment on my appearance. All because I didn't hold the door for her when we walked in. First of fucking all bitch, I didn't even see her ghost white, pale ass when we were walking in. Secondly, I'm not her fuckin slave. She has two working hands so it shouldn't have been a problem if I held the door or not. I know, it's an act of kindness. But, the bitch had no reason to get butt hurt over it.

Yea, me and Yatta were looking real bummy. But after morning sex, I didn't feel like I had to dress up to get some damn food. "Don't worry bout her, shorty." Yatta chuckled and put his arm around me.

"I swear if you didn't gimmie that act right in the morning, I would've whooped the lil bitch's ass when she first said something."

He laughed "I'm glad I gave you that act right then, cause if she hit you...." He shook his head without finishing.

"You wouldn't even have to lay a finger on her bae, she may be bigger than me but I could take that bitch."

"Lets cross the street." He forced me in his direction and we jaywalked.

"What you doing?" I asked him because he was rushing for no reason.

He kept looking behind us then finally stopped walking and looked over at me. "Go back to the crib. I'll meet you there after." He handed me his keys to his place. We didn't bring the car because it was super close to his hood.

"What? Why-"

"Aye nigga! I told you I would see you!" One boy yelled as him and 4 other boys walked towards us. The first boy had a bandaged face, like he had gotten his ass whooped previously.

I scrunched up my face as I looked between Yatta and the gang of boys.

"Go home Mamé." He looked over at me.

"No." I turned to the group of boys. "What y'all want wit my man?"

"I told ole boy I was finna see him, so wassup. We tryna go toes wit the nigga." He slowly moved towards Yatta but I hurried and got in front of him.

"I think the fuck not." I looked at him like he was crazy.

"Mamé-"

"No! You really think you gon put your hands on my nigga while I'm here? You fighting both of us." I got ready to fight. I'm so damn glad I didn't get all cute this morning. I wore some leggings and a T-shirt and my hair was up in a bun.

"Bitch you think we scared of you or sum?" He moved a little closer.

"Aight nigga , you not bout to talk crazy to my girl." Yatta pulled up his sweats and moved me out the way.

Before any of us knew it him and the first boy were throwing blows at each other.

"Get the fuck off him!" I yelled as I grabbed onto shirt and pulled him.

One of his homeboys quickly snatched me up and slammed me onto the ground. I wasn't going out though, I've been fighting niggas all my life so this wasn't new to me.