This was really just a filler. I already had some of it written so instead of scrapping it, I'ma just throw it in there. Sorry for any mistakes.
NAS
To every pair of eyes, there held a story. Everyone has one but no matter how similar your story might be to someone else, we're all one person and life can affect everybody differently. It can affect you positively or negatively. But me? I never let shit get to me. Pops told me, go ahead and let it out but after all that, pick yourself up and keep it pushing.
That's easier said than done but I try to apply that the best way I can when I need to.
Last year, I lost someone close to me but this year? I'm trying to push past the grieving stage but every time I attempt to stand up, I fall back down again. My head was always spinning, instead of smoking and drinking like most people, I've just been putting all my energy into writing. Also, I dropped out of school recently just to make ends meet, barely able to stay in my apartment.
The only thing that makes a nigga truly happy is when I perform on stage. Every performance that shit slowly heals me. Just like last weekend, I performed and everybody was feeling it. I had females on my dick, the ones that really felt my music congratulated me and niggas were giving me props and saying shit like, one day I'm gon' get discovered and I'm gon go somewhere. That had me really feeling good but nothing compared to when my eyes landed on Laila in the crowd.
Ma was looking all types of beautiful, sexy, incredible... I mean, true words can't even describe it. And strangely, a sense of peace settled in me. After I almost stumbled over my words, her full glossy lips rapped along to the lyrics.
People will tell you how much they like your music but if you asked them, what song or lyric line did they like, they couldn't answer it. Laila seemed like she knew every song and I fucks with that.
Here a nigga was in his apartment, looking out my balcony just relaxing and I see Hazel's ass sneaking into someone's window. The crazy thing was, I knew she was up to no good but everywhere she went or anything she touched was infused in her evilness. The hatred I had for her was indescribable but she got hers coming and that's why I'm staying the fuck away from her sister.
I might've had a moment of weakness but it'll never happen again.
. . .
"Alright so you telling me that y'all been friends for years and you ain't messed with neither of them?" I asked Ian taking one of his Knights off the chessboard.
A smile was on his face not letting it bother him that he was losing to me. "It ain't like I haven't thought about it. Sarena has been into one of your homeboys for the past year and Laila ain't never fucked with any dude because I think she still got that dumbass crush on you."
"No shit? Not after all these years. We was kids, man."
Ian laughed, "Why haven't she messed with anybody? She's still a virgin." Hostility laced his voice.
I don't know why he gets so uptight when we talk about Laila but whatever his issue was wasn't my concern. She was still a virgin? I don't know why but that made me feel better. I still don't think that has anything to do with me and doubt she still got that little crush but I felt denying that shit to Ian, was probably gon' piss him off. I don't got time to kick his ass out my spot. I'm trying to relax.
"If you say so bro. I got some company coming over so I'll get at you later." We gave each other daps and just like that, I was alone.
Rarely did I get on Instagram since I wasn't into social media but since I was waiting on Brooke, a female I mess with to come over, I was finally on it. It was like ever since my last concert, Laila was popping up. She had commented some sad emojis on a photo Ian posted of his wrecked car. Tapping her name, I frowned when her page was private so of course my ass requested to follow her and within seconds she accepted and requested to follow me. I smiled and accepted it and fuck, baby had my attention. The pictures on her page had my dick hard and my mind yearning to get to know her. Some girls is so beautiful, it makes them wifey material. To be able to wake up to see her face is a blessing. The way her natural hair was all over her head in some pictures, others with makeup and some with her pure beauty, there was something in her hazel eyes that had my mind thinking. Even on her photos, she didn't show her body much but one particular picture with her and Sarena showed her silhouette, man was I grateful when Brooke banged on my door. I quickly liked some photos of Laila then tossed my phone on the couch.
When I answered the door, Brooke, had her lips plastered in a smirk. That's what I liked about sex with her. Brooke could take the shit.
She understood my rules. We only fuck with a condom on and I don't kiss. I didn't like it. I felt weak and it was just too intimate. Sex is different. You can fuck somebody without them meaning anything to you but kissing? Nah. That's emotional.
My dick was already hard because of Laila. I just wanted to nut. I wasn't in a mood for foreplay so when Brooke pushed her panties to the side in her little black skirt, I shut and locked the door so fast. I didn't waste any time lifting her slender frame in the air as she automatically wrapped her legs around me.
Walking us into my bedroom, I fell back on the queen-sized mattress. Brooke straddled my waist, her hands sliding in the front of my basketball shorts. When her long manicured nails trailed down my length, a low but audible growl left my lips. "Fuck you playing with it for? B, ride this dick." When I said that shit all of a sudden, I remembered that I didn't have a condom on but I didn't need to, I smelled something. It smelt like bounce that ass and I was close to pushing her straight off of me.
Check this, I'm a hygienic ass dude. Brooke never really smelled but tonight wasn't her night. Instead of just telling her she needed to soak in a bathtub and never get out, I simply stuffed my man back in my shorts. There was a confused expression on her face but I was so over it, I just turned the TV on. I wasn't trying to hurt her feelings but when I was horny, I couldn't function. Honestly, I can't be mad at her. It was Laila's.
I wasn't going to be able to fuck Brooke anyways.
I wanted what I wanted and it wasn't her.
Yeah, I needed to stay away. Hazel was Laila's sister and that would complicate things furthermore but Laila didn't betray me or my sister. Me getting to know Laila was actually smart. The closer I get to her, the closer I can get to Hazel.
