A Lesson Learned

Chapter 3: I Don't Have a Boo!

Later that evening, Ahmad was sitting in a used Lexus IS sedan with his best friends Navarre and Charles.

"So Ahmad your mama beat dat ass today?" Charles asked Ahmad.

"What?" Ahmad asked caught off guard as he was reading a text message. "Why da fuck would you even listen to dumb ass Navarre?"

This brought out of snickers of laughter from both Navarre and Charles. Ahmad wanted to slap Navarre in the back of the head but thought it wouldn't be too wise as Navarre was driving.

"See I told you this nigga be cursing now Charley Mack," Navarre whispered to Charles loud enough for Ahmad to hear.

"What was that?" Ahmad asked knowing exactly what Navarre just said.

"Nothing playa, just keep reading those text messages from your boo." Navarre instructed looking at Ahmad in his rearview mirror.

"You got a boo now?" Charles said turning around from the passenger's seat. "Since fucking when?"

Ahmad gave the back of Navarre's head an evil look and decided to take the chance and slap him.

WHAP!

"Oww nigga," Navarre whined rubbing his head. "That shit hurt you know you heavy handed!"

"Quit whining you bitch, you talk too much!" Ahmad demanded bringing surprising looks from his friends. "Yeah pussies I curse now, get over it! And no Charley I don't got no boo. I only met an interesting person today and we had lunch, that's it. And as for your nosey ass, I'm texting my cousin if you need to know."

"Damn," Charles said. "My nigga Ahmad is really changing! Look at this kid cursing us out and shit, who is this thug nigga turning my ex-bae out? I think I kind of like it," Charles said grabbing his dick.

"Shut up Charley Mack! It ain't even like that, I just told you I just met Darius!" Ahmad said getting annoyed.

"So his name is Darius huh Ahmad? Does he look better than me?" Charles asked intrigued.

Ahmad looked at Charles and sighed. Charles was by no means, an ugly dude. He was 5'11, stocky, dark chocolate with the most piercing eyes and big juicy lips that tasted like candy. He also had a big butt that was off limits as he was strictly a top. He had short wavy hair that he kept up pretty well. Charles and Ahmad had been friends ever since the 2nd grade when they played on the youth basketball team and Charles helped Ahmad with his lay-ups. They had dated for about 7 months back in high school and things were good until Ahmad found out Charles was fucking with half the niggas that got down at school. Charles was sort of Ahmad's first love and Ahmad was really hurt at the time. By senior year they were back to being friends and maintained a tight bond ever since. Charles was the only person Ahmad could rely on to tell whatever was on his mind and not worry about being judged or gossiped about like Navarre often did. Charles was very into his appearance, and that was often a big turn on and a turn off for Ahmad. The boy cared more of how he looked than anything else. Tonight he was dressed nicely in a pair of fitted Jeans, a Burberry shirt, and matching Air Max's.

"Sorry to burst your bubble Charles, but you're not that cute," Ahmad joked.

"You ain't say that when used to fuck!" Charles voiced.

"How did I know you were going to say that?" Ahmad asked rhetorically. "The operative phrase in that sentence would be used to, don't you see why we broke up in the first place?"

"Oh, I always thought it was because you couldn't handle all the hoes on my dick." Charles replied looking at Ahmad confidently.

"Maybe it was because you happened to be fucking those hoes-" Ahmad started to yell before Navarre jumped in.

"So guys, what do ya'll feel like doing tonight?" Navarre intervened feeling the tension in the car.

"I dunno," Ahmad and Charles said simultaneously.

"So Ahmad, does ole boy look better than me?" Navarre asked suddenly.

Ahmad gave Navarre a crazed look. Navarre had never been Ahmad's type, he was a short 5'5, with very light brown skin, medium Native American textured hair, yet he was thick in all the right places. Navarre always surprised Ahmad with the amount of attention he got from men. Ahmad summed it up to be the extremely big and bouncy butt Navarre carried with him. Navarre had been Ahmad's best friend since Ahmad moved to Fort Lee. The two were practically inseparable and were together so much they often finished each other's sentences. Navarre was very blunt yet comical with Ahmad and that made him a very valuable friend in Ahmad's eyes. Ahmad noticed that Navarre was looking handsome in a Nike's petite pullover hoody, Levi's Jeans, and custom Converse sneakers.

"Do you even have to ask," Ahmad rudely said then started to giggle.

"Fuck you ho, I'm such a fuckin' hot commodity you're just another hater." Navarre claimed rubbing his own ego.

"Sike!" Ahmad said looking at Charles for consignment. Ahmad noticed that Charles was too busy gazing out the window.

The trio arrived at the mall a few minutes later and struggled to find a parking spot for the next twenty minutes.

"Who said we wanted to come here anyway," Ahmad asked in a crabby tone.

"Well ya'll niggas didn't say anything, so I figured the mall it has everything here anyway. Stores, restaurants, movie theatre, shit where else could we go?" Navarre replied slightly agitated as well. He wanted to get inside and shop before the mall closed. He did not anticipate that there would this many people here on a Wednesday night.

"I dunno maybe we could votes on New York, there's a lot more shit to do." Charles suggested.

"Yeah and we could have got some drinks and chilled in Harlem." Ahmad found himself saying.

"What? Since when you be chilling in Harlem like that?" Navarre asked looking at his friend strangely.

Truth be told Ahmad didn't hang out in the section of Manhattan other than to grab brunch at one of the many dope Soul Food spots. But he found a desire to go there now, and perhaps have a run in with a certain thug.

"You act like I don't be in Harlem, I go to a lot of places from time to time." Ahmad half-lied.

"Yeah ok Ahmad, you ain't fooling nobody you tryna meet up with Darius." Navarre said in an accusing tone.

"No I'm not it's not even about him," Ahmad tried to tell them not believing his own words. "Can't I just want to chill in Harlem with my friends? Shit we could go see Jared, Twon, and dem niggas."

Navarre and Charles exchanged knowing looks, and snickered together. Navarre took notice to a car coming out a few feet away and zoomed over to get the spot.

Ahmad felt his phone vibrating and quickly opened it, thinking it was another text message from his cousin. Instead it was from Darius.

It read: 'Yo Ahmad can a nigga get up with you again after you get outta class tomorrow?'

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