Never Had (Urban Fiction)

Prologue

Trevor Moses

Damn, I thought as I watched the girls play volleyball across the other side of the gym. "Moses!" My coach yelled, making me pay attention. "What you were you staring at boy?" Them fine ass girls playing volleyball. "Nothing sir," I responded. "You need to get your big ass head in the game before I take you out. This is the last and most important game of the season." I nodded and started passing the ball to my other teammates. Ten minutes later, practice ended with coach telling us we needed to get out shit together. Man, I'm just tryna go home. I went into the locker room, grabbed my gym bag and went outside my school to wait for my mom to pick me and my brother up. I saw my twin brother Tremaine, talking to two bad bitches. The light-skin girl out of the two gave Tremaine her number, and walked off with her friend. "Damn, nigga you always pullin' bitches huh?" I said as I dapped him up. "Bruh, you already know." Two other girls, Moriah and Aja, walked past us.

"Aja, babygirl when you gon stop playin' games and call a real nigga?" Tremaine said cockily. Aja rolled her eyes. "Wassup Moriah," I said to Moriah. "Hi." She said dryly. See, this is why I don't fuck with light-skin bitches. They think they so damn superior. "Why you so stuck up?" I asked. "I'm not stuck up. I said hi. What you want me to do, bow down and worship the ground you walk on?" She suggested with an attitude. "Shit, hell yeah. You in the presence of a real nigga." I said with confidence. She scoffed. "Nigga, please. Tremaine, get your brother." She said. "Y'all need to chiillll. Y'all blowin' my high." Tremaine said as he took out a pre-rolled blunt and a lighter out of his pocket. He tucked it in between his lips and lit it. After taking a drag, he offered it to me. "Nah, coach still doing them drug tests." He took his snap back off, revealing his long braids. "The fuck? Ain't this y'all last game?" He asked while offering the blunt to the girls. They both declined. "Yeah, but niggas be taking that last game shit serious, taking steroids and shit." He shrugged. "Riah, you ready to go?" Aja asked. She nodded. "Bye Tremaine." Moriah said. "You not gon say bye to me?" I said just to annoy her. She rolled her eyes. "Bye y'all." Aja said. We both said bye and continued to wait for our mom to pick us up.

Moriah Hill

"I can't believe he told me to call him. He so irritating." My bestfriend since 6th grade, Aja, said as we walked into her house. "Always playin' games. I can't stand his light skin ass." She mumbled. "Girl, I don't know why you frontin' like you don't love you some Tremaine." I stated. I don't know why she tryna convince herself she don't like him. She smiled shyly to herself. "Stop frontin' and call him." I said as I handed her phone to her. "You think I should call him?" I gave her a reassuring look. "Okay," she said as she smiled to herself again. She grabbed her phone and headed into the bathroom. While she was making her call, I sat on her bed and scrolled through my instagram feed. I scrolled past a picture of Trevor with the caption, "I grind like this to shine like this, 😈" I laughed to myself; the only thing that shines about him is his big ass forehead. I mentally high fived myself for the smart remark. Aja came back in smiling. "Why you grinning big head?" She stuck the middle finger up at me. "Anyways, Tremaine was just talking sweet shit to me. I know he talk to other girls like that."

Knowing Tre, he probably does talk to millions of other bitches. "You talk to whole bunch of people too." They both some players. "Nope, I cut everybody off. Even Rashad." I was surprised. Rashad was Aja's first serious boyfriend. After they broke up they still continued to talk. I didn't like him. Whenever they wasn't talking, he would always dog her out and say all types of shit about her. I personally think her and Tre would be so cute together. "Enough about me. What about you and Trevor?" She raised her eyebrow at me. "No bitch. Don't even try it." Aja always had this crazy ass idea that I liked Trevor or vice versa. "Did you not see how he called me stuck up? Just because he ain't like the way I said hi to him. Bitch please." I rolled my eyes. "Well sometimes you can be stuck up.." She said. "Bish whet? Me? Stuck up?" I was definitely not stuck up. "Sometimes when boys try to talk to you, you just be acting stuck up. If he ain't cute, got straight teeth, or got higher than a 3.0 GPA, you don't wanna talk to them. Everybody can't be Jacob." I smacked my lips at the mention of my ex, Jacob. Jacob was my everything. He was smart, cute, nice and was perfect. Until things started to get serious. He changed, nigga started acting different. He became possessive, never let me go anywhere without him. Then he tried to pressure me into giving him my virginity.

So I had to end it. "Well, it's not my fault I have high standards, and I won't settle for anything less than what I want." She smacked her lips. "Bitch yo standards so high niggas can't even reach them." I sighed. "So if I told you Trevor liked you, would you go with him?" I looked at her like she grew three heads. "Hell no. He's a dick who think he's the shit because he's on the basketball team. Shit, I remember back in middle school when that nigga couldn't even dribble a ball." She laughed. "Yeah he cute, but his attitude ain't shit." I said. "But you know what I heard? I heard that Melissa's hoe ass like Tremaine but yet she still with Trevor." Aja rolled her eyes. She didn't like Trevor's girlfriend either. "She be talking mad shit about you too." Aja waved off Melissa's irrelevancy. "She still talk to Demetrius?" I asked. She nodded. "What can I say? Niggas gon be niggas, and hoes gon be hoes."

A/N: Wassup people, this is the prologue to Never Had! What did you think? Btw, Trevor and Tremaine are identical twins. Tremaine just has braids and Trevor usually wears his hair in a ponytail. (Curly, of course.) Welp, that's it. Thanks for reading! xo