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j a m a r i
a friday | 3 pm

A few weeks had passed and at one point a nigga was going through withdrawals on something serious. I was really back on my shit now. Of course I still thought about her from time to time. A nigga was really starting to fall for shorty. That was 6 months of my life that I can't get back. It's 6 months of snapchat memories, lay ups, smoke sessions, parked car conversations, chill time and everything else that people who ain't together but are most definitely together do.

I was tight as fuck.

Keretta cut me off and really cut me off.  We still follow each other on social media so that's the only place I see her. I gave up on finding her snap story after the lame update they did.

I guess God looks out in mysterious ways.

A good thing that came out of us not fuckin' wit each other anymore was that I was hanging wit my niggas again.   I thought they would be upset that I was blowing them off for pussy but they were actually cool about it. They didn't waste any time frying me up about it though. Keshaun would throw shots til we all got on his ass and reminded him he still pulled no bitches.

Plus I had the opportunity to bounce back and meet other people. There was lowkey this guilty feeling I got from feeling other girls but I always brushed it aside. Keretta didn't feel shit when she cut me off.

I realized I was just ready to settle down. I was tired of playing and getting played by these girls. Everybody around me swears up and down it's too early to be retiring from the 'hoe phase' but to keep shit a band messing with different girls all the time never excited me anyway. It was cool to do because I got to get in some guts and knock some walls down but it was just sex to me. I never even kissed none of them hoes. I just gave them back shots.

Maybe the whole foundation of what me and Keretta had was off. We did meet at another thot gang session and all her friends got fucked while we vibed but everything was cool.

I thought it was cool...

We all sat at Wendy's, killing time after school until it was time to hit up Zairo's lil brother Robert's function. He was basically my lil brother. No nigga got left behind in the gang. He just didn't publicly claim Keshaun. Everybody secretly hated that nigga. but nobody was gon' say anything. We were the only ones allowed to treat him like shit.  He was still the bro.

For some reason Wendy's was the kill-time spot. Some wild shit was always happening here but it was too early.

We were the only ones in here besides the workers and we was just cooning and clowning.

"Aye forreal man how you been feelin'?" Zairo asked me. James looked up too and waited for me to answer.

"I been coolin' man." I scooted back in my chair, spreading my legs to get more comfortable.

Zairo and James both took a long pause and tried to analyze my face. One thing everybody always agreed about when it came to me was that they could never read me. Deep down inside I was sad as hell that shorty up and dipped. I understand she was older than me, her life was on a different track and she wasn't tryna be tied down but I really wasn't paying attention to that. It was all just bullshit to me. Being around her I could see through allat. She was running from something. I just couldn't figure out what it was.

Unfortunately for her I wasn't one to beg. Anybody who didn't want to stay could leave. It hurt me forreal that she wasn't tryna kick it wit da kid anymore but there was nothing I could do.

She was missing out on love and good dick. It was her loss more than mine.

"Are you sure tho? You ain't been wanting to hang out wit us in a minute so this was kinda-" Zairo started asking again but I cut him off.

"Aye man, I said I was straight." I realized my tone was snappy so I chilled out.

Damn, shorty. Why'd you have to do me like this ?

"Damn nigga, calm down." James lightly punched me in the arm while Zairo places his hands up in surrender.

"My nigga really is back in action! We boutta be back thottin' and skeezin'" Keshaun came over and wrapped his arm around my shoulder being loud as shit. I wanted to push him off me but I couldn't even be mad. I really missed my niggas.

"Aye Keshaun shut cho bitch ass up! Always ruining shit!" Zairo nudged Keshaun and they both started squaring up and bickering.

While they were play fighting, I peeped this fine ass girl walk in with who I'm guessing was her friend. I didn't even realize how hard I was staring until she started staring back at me.

She pulled her eyes away and turned around to talk to her friend. They started pointing at the menu and whispering. Here my ass was still stuck and staring. For some reason I just couldn't take my eyes off her.

She was average height with short curly hair. A lil brownskin petite thing wit a really pretty face. What really got my attention was her toes. They were In a way she reminded me of Keretta. I was still gon slide though. Her friend was bad too but she's not who I was checking for.

She fine too but I want you...

Am I a creep? The way I was staring her down prolly had me looking like I was fuckin her in my head and I mean... I was but that's not how I was trying to come off.

"Yo my nigga can she have her face back?" Keshaun started yelling again with his loud ass, bothering me.

"Yo my nigga shut the fuck up. Let me go talk to shorty before you make everything worse." I snapped again. While I walked over I could hear James and Zairo saying "get right" and "go and mack you pussy!" This was a reminder to never hang with these niggas anywhere ever again.

"Um, excuse me?" I cleared my throat. I sounded so pussy.

Shorty and her friend turned around to look at me. They both smiled but her friend ended up turning back around to walk up and order food.

"Can I help you or you just gon' keep staring?" She raised her eyebrow.

I chuckled. "Actually ma, I just wanted to introduce myself because it prolly looked strange as hell that I was jus' sittin' there watchin' you."

"A little bit but I'm listening." she smiled a little bit and played with her earring. She had the prettiest smile I ever seen.

I was in there boiii. Thank God I wasn't ugly. A nigga wouldn't pull no bitches.

"Aight cool, I'm Jamari." I licked my lips.

"I'm Zania."

"I like that. I was hoping you would give me your number. I'm not one to beat around the bush. You really fine as hell ma but you prolly already know that."

"Okay Jamari, shooters shoot!" She joked.

I watched as she pulled her phone out and I did a happy dance on the inside.

"And while I'm standing here, whatchu doin' later on tonight?"