We Can't Be Friends: A Complicated Love Story

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Trevaris sat in VIP rolling a blunt. He had to admit the new strip club that opened up a few months ago was his kind of vibe. The atmosphere was chill, and the music was on point. Although Trevaris and Raquel were pretty much inseparable, Justice and Chance were his boys. So when they asked him to tag along to the new hot spot, Tre was down.

"Ay, Tre. What it do, fam?"

Trevaris looked up to see a kid he knew by the name of Free, eyeing the blunt he was rolling. Free never did anything unless it was beneficial to him or free of charge. The only time anyone ever seen him in the club, poppin' bottles was if it was on someone else's dime.

Tre nodded his head in acknowledgment but kept his attention on his blunt. He had no interest in hearing whatever Free had to say.

"So, I was told you was cool with the chick over there. But I wanted to get with you first to make sure I wasn't stepping on any toes. Lil' mama fine as fuck, and I wanna holla at her."

Trevaris looked up to see what girl Free was referring to. At the other end of Free's lustful stare was Raquel. She was standing on a table in the nearby VIP section dancing. She had on a sequined bustier bra top, a black leather mini skirt, and black stilettos. The soft pink wig with a shoulder length bob cut and her flawless makeup gave her a unique, playful look. Every time one of the many strobe lights shined on her, her beautiful tanned skin shimmered due to the flakes of glitter from her Bath & Body Works' lotion.

Trevaris leaned back in his seat and smirked. "Nah, that's all you, kid."

Free smiled, mischievously, as erotic thoughts raced through his head. His eyes had been glued to Raquel all night, and he refused to leave without her.

"That's what's up," Free extended his hand out to Trevaris for a handshake, but Trevaris ignored him as he sealed his blunt close and fished in his pockets for a lighter.

Swiping an abandoned bottle of Hennessy on the table, Free then turned to find Raquel and try his hand at courting her.

Turning around suddenly, Free was face to face with the center of his desires. She was even more beautiful up close. Through the smoke, alcohol, and odor of sweat lingering in the air, he could still smell the traces of Raquel's sweet scent.

"H...H...Hi," he stuttered in her presence.

Slightly intoxicated, Raquel smiled before stepping around him to get to Trevaris. "Let me hit that," she asked Tre, straddling his lap.

Trevaris wrapped his lips around the blunt and lit it then took a pull. Pinched between his fingers, he then brought the weed laced cigar to Raquel's glossy lips. He could feel Free still standing beside them as he watched Raquel take a long, deep pull. Trevaris could sense Free's ego deflating and feel his embarrassment.

Trevaris removed the blunt from between Raquel's lips and pinched it between his own. Placing his hands on her hips, he closed his eyes as the potent weed began to takes its effect. A relaxing sensation washed over his body, causing him to sink further in his seat, although he gripped Raquel's hips more firmly when she began slowly rocking to the beat of the music playing the background. Trevaris opened his eyes when Raquel plucked the blunt from between his lips and took another deep pull.

Holding the smoke in her lungs, Raquel closed her eyes and swayed and rotated her hips on Tre's lap. Raquel tilted her head back and sensually released the smoke through her mouth. Sitting back up, she leaned closer to Tre and spoke into his ear.