Ahmad waited outside his campus wondering if Darius was standing him up. He had been in class since 9:15 that morning and couldn't even remember what his professors discussed in class today. Darius consumed his every thought and he felt more than anxious to see him again. He wondered what the "thug" had in mind for them to do today. Darius was one big "question mark" to Ahmad and he just couldn't figure him out; it was what intrigued him most.
Not to disappoint, Darius's Mercedes Benz pulled up directly in front of where Ahmad stood.
Darius opened his car window and said, "What's good Ahmad."
Ahmad gave Darius a small frown and hopped in the car trying not to seem mad. Ahmad didn't like when people were late, no matter if it were a professional or a social setting. But Ahmad was excited more than anything; he just had to be around Darius again.
"Sup D," Ahmad responded checking out the new items Darius added to his whip. Ahmad eyed the new navigation system and I-Phone adapter. He was intrigued at the amount of things the man could buy with drug money.
"What's up with you? You seem a little tight?" Darius asked looking Ahmad in the eye and taking his eyes off the road.
"Ain't nothing," Ahmad lied not wanting to bitch about waiting on him.
"You sure? You was grilling a nigga when I just pulled up." Darius pressed.
"I'm straight, so where we going?" Ahmad asked changing the subject.
"I didn't really have any plans, I was just tryna chill with you. You cool with that?" Darius asked.
"Yeah that's straight I guess." Ahmad responded holding back a smile.
"You guess huh?" Darius asked rhetorically.
For the next few minutes the two drove in silence heading nowhere in particular. They let the radio play loud and cruised through Manhattan and headed towards Harlem USA.
A buzzing sound interrupted the mood and Ahmad retrieved his phone seeing that he received a text from Navarre.
'Nigga where you at?' Navarre asked.
'Chillin with this nigga Darius, why what's good with you' Ahmad texted back.
'Ooh I see you bout to get it in huh hoe?' Navarre asked joking with his friend.
'No, not every one is like you nigga. We just chillin.' Ahmad responded.
'Well, you need to stop being such a tight ass and just do you,' Navarre suggested.
'Sike, it's not even like that. I don't even know if this nigga get downs like that. He could just be curious or something, it just ain't that serious homie,' Ahmad reasoned feeling like Navarre was pushing it.
'Yeah ok you play dumb A. What str8 nigga you know picks up a dude he don't know and takes them out to lunch after nearly crashing into him. That nigga tryna get wit you playa.' Navarre explained to his naïve friend.
'Hmmm, I just don't know. You be having all these theories and jumping to rash conclusions. I'm just hanging up with him is all, seeing where this goes. He could just want to be friends in the end Navarre.' Ahmad said.
"Who you texting?" Darius asked suddenly turning the music down and staring at Ahmad.
Ahmad looked up hoping Darius couldn't read his texts from the driver's seat.
"I'm just texting my friend." Ahmad answered feeling a little nervous for some reason.
"Yeah uh huh, so that's your man right?" Darius asked sounding serious.
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A Lesson Learned
RomanceAhmad Franklin was attending NYU when he met the Harlem thug, Darius, who turns his world upside down. Ahmad had a few lasting relationships before but never as intense and passionate as he and Darius's. Along with his best friends Charley Mack, Nav...
