Iz You Down?

Falling for him?

Iggy P.O.V

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I pulled up to the mall with Mack in the passenger side scrolling through whatever he doing. Parking my car and hopping out I punched Mack in the arm and told him to get out.

"Owww Iggy Owwww!" He says holding his arm.

"You so dramatic you big baby." I say walking ahead. "DAMNNNNNNN" I hear from behind me.

"Boy if you don't stop being perverted we gon have ah problem." I say looking around. He puts his hands up in surrender still looking at my ass. I roll my eyes.

"Comeeee here." I pull Mack by his arm and drag him into footlocker. Ya girl need some new kicks even though I got like 10 thousand pairs.

"Ayeee ya boy need some new kicks too." Mack says rubbing his hands like birdman. If this boy don't go somewhere. I laughed anyway.

"Ayeee Iggy!! What's popping? Long time no see. You slacking." Tye tell me. That's my nigga, always hooking me up and shit. He's 6'0, brown skin, fresh cut, studed earrings, bred 11's on, Gucci belt. He fineeeeeee but he's like my big bro so I can't be thinking like that.

"Boy you know I never slack on my shoe game. Just been outchea putting this work in you already know." I say skimming the sneakers on the wall.

"Tye this is Mack." I say pointing to Mack without even looking in his direction. I turn around and see them dapping each other.

"Y'all know each other?" I say with an raised eyebrow.

"No duh Igg. This T from up the block." Mack say returning back to his Convo with Tye. This nigga.

I looked around and saw these all Black Jordan 3's. They was fiyahhh.

"AYOOOO Tye lemme get these in ah size 6 and what size you wear Mack?" I say picking up the sneakers and starring at them in amazement.

"Size 11. Why?" He says raising his eyebrow.

"Cause I want you to get them ill buy them if you want me too." I say taking off my shoes waiting for Tye.

"Nah I'm good. Ill buy em. We gon match or nah?" He says in ah girl tone.

I start laughing. "Boy goodbye." I say slapping his arm.

"You be hitting like ah nigga forreal forreal." He says rubbing his arm. I ain't even hit him that hard with his dramatic ass.

"Here y'all go." The says handing me the box. I put on the sneakers and walk to the mirror. Dangggg these shits A1.

"I want them." I say looking into the mirror at my feet.

"No lie me too." Mack saying coming up beside me. They look nice on both our feet. I look up and catch his gaze.

We just stayed there starring at each for ah good minute until I broke the gaze and took off the shoes. What was that about?

For the next hour I had about 12 pairs of sneakers and some Adidas hoodies and some nike shirts. Mack got him some sneakers and shirts too. I payed with the black card my father handed me. I always get what I want and Im not even spoiled... Okay maybe just ah little.

"Ah nigga starving like Marvin. It sound like hurricane Katrina in my stomach bruh." Mack says mad loud causing the white folks to look at us.

"Mack shut yo ghetto ass up before segregation times start all over again." I say dragging him to ah steak house which is in the shopping center.

We stopped at my car first to put our stuff down cause we had to much shit to carry with us.

We went in and got seated. "Hi my name is Tisha and ill be ya hostess today how may I help you." She says batting her eyelashes at Mack and not even paying attention to me.