Swapped

Chapter 24

Khalil

Man dude had mad drama. I let his girl go and she strutted over to the spot where her hair hand landed and grabbed her hair off the floor and slid into her pants. I looked away because at that point I didn’t realize she was not wearing clothing under the tee shirt. She looked at Rock and was like “You could of just told me the truth instead you put me in this situation” she was clearly on the verge of tears.  "Man she" Rock began but his girl cut him off.

“She did exactly what any female would of done that was pregnant with your child!” she hauled off and slapped the piss out of him “you can forget about ever seeing me or your son again!” she said storming off. He went to go after her but that knee wasn’t having it and he fell to the ground. “I’ma get you some ice for that man” I said as he lay on the floor holding his knee. I left him there on the floor  clutching his knee, trying  to figure out what his next move would be. I went and got the dude some ice and came back. Dude was crying like a little bitch. “Man my knee hurt and man yo Khalil this some bullshit man I don’t know what to do” He started explaining how he bumped into Taylor at Walmart while he was there getting a ring for Crystal. I just listened feeling the pain that both girls probably just experienced. “Dude you a straight up heartbreaker, kid” I said snickering. It was not funny but I had to make light of the situation because it was so jacked up. “She pregnant man Crystal pregnant dang I messed up, but I was so excited to see Taylor man that’s my baby girl to I didn’t expect to see her. I had finally got over her. I finally got over her, but then I saw my son man that’s the mother of my child.”

“Child” I asked?

“Yeah man she dropped out and disappeared on me because she was pregnant. She had me a son and Khalil he looked just like me man look” he said handing me his phone.

“Dang man did you have him or did she” I joked but real talk his son was a dead ringer. He was not about to say that wasn’t him.

“I got to talk to Crystal, you know. Taylor said she went through it the, pregnancy by herself I cant let Crystal go through it by herself to.” He said. I just nodded. This was some real ill shit. He was so confused and I had no words of wisdom this was not my area of expertise. I felt for him though. I got up to give dude some privacy but he was like “stay man please” this shit awkward though , what do you say, I thought to myself. I sat there for about three hours. He talked wined, complained and bitched and I swept up glass and played the game mostly listening. “I need to talk to my mama" he said suddenly. Cool I thought cutting the game off I went for the door thinking he was getting ready to make a personal call but nah he was like “Can you drive man?”

“Drive, drive where” I asked?

“Home man I only stay like an hour and a half away from here lets roll” He tossed me his keys and limped to the door. What the hell I had nothing better to do and it was a weekend. I gave him a shoulder to lean on and we headed out. The drive took an hour or so but it felt like thirty minutes because my boy put on the  mixed cd with Pac , Biggie Smalls and a few of my other cats and we rapped along with the music as we drove occasionally both stopping to the music to tell a story about one of the songs or another. When we rolled up to the crib dude practically jumped out before I threw the car in park yelling “Mama ma” He disappeared in the house. Man I could smell the food before I hit the porch. As soon as I walked in the woman grabbed me in a bear hug. I tried to ignore the fact that his mama was thick as hell! Manz she was fine as hell and she had these big, big I mean big titties oh my god son and why she was wearing some cut off shorts and ass was everywhere. This Nigga crazy I would of never ever ever, ever bought anyone home! She led me to the kitchen and I swear I was trying so hard to ignore the fact that she was not wearing a bra and her cleavage was ridiculous. She put a plate in front of me and I was thrown off by her voice. It was so deep you would of thought she was a man if you weren't looking right at her, but she looked like a older version of Taraji Hinson. I was trying so hard not to drool. “Your sister here. She got one of her friends with her. Where did you say you were from baby” she said looking at me. I hadn’t said where I was from. “Savannah Georgia”

“Oh wow so is her little friend I think, or something place like that” I suddenly tensed up great watch this bitch know me. The last thing I wanted was for somebody from home to know any of my business.  I  tried to excuse myself but as soon as I did guess who walks in his sister and and……  man. I aint ever went stupid over no female but this bitch was it. She is gorgeous oh my goodness, she was dark skinned and she wore her hair in layers that flowed down her back and she had almond shape eyes like the singer Brandy but she was built like Buffy. She had an oval shaped face like Mariah Carey with high cheek bones. I stared at her practically drooling and it wasn’t just me because Rock started stuttering trying to get his own name out until Mom Dukes slapped him on the back of the head. “Boy pull it together you in enough trouble.”

“Hi I’m Natasha” she said handing me her hand to shake. I took it and kissed it and she smiled up at me. I didn’t want to say my name but I knew I  had to so I said it waiting for a reaction “Khalil Richards” I said studying her face. No reaction none yes! Maybe just maybe this could have a chance. Girls loved me so I immediately turned on the charm. And started leading the conversation. Her,  Rock’s sister and Ma Dukes where giggling as they hung on every word that came out my mouth. “I would expect you to get into these types of trouble pretty boy” Rock’s sister Trinity said. As she sat and listened to her brother explaining to Ma Dukes about his fucked up situation.

“Nah I keep to myself” I said she smiled at me winking. She was cute to she looked like a younger version of her mom but I had a preference for dark beauty’s. I loved dark women unlike a lot of men I saw the hidden beauty she could have been a model they both could have but Natasha had my eye.  “How often you go home” I asked?

“I really don’t my grandmother is in Decatur but I’m from ATL. Most of my friends have already graduated and relocated so I don’t go home much” she explained smiling at me. “I thought you were from Savanah” I said and she shook her head no in response. Yes I have a chance. I smiled at her and we ended up exchanging numbers. I could tell this girl was special, she sure was easy on the eyes. I was going to make her mine, yep she going to be wifey.