Their Stories (K.Dot)

A Special Night. (Well almost)

Mariah

"Where are you now?" I asked, happily through the phone.

"I'm just leaving the studio. Why you sound so happy?"

"Just waiting for you to come to my place," I cheesed. "That's all."

"Mm-hm, why you so happy for me to come?"

"Because," I paused before I told him. "My dad isn't home."

"Hm, and you want me to come over and do what?"

"Just, some things...To me,"

"Yeah, I'm own my way," he responded, fastly.

Before we hung up, I laughed at him through the phone and said goodbye. I can't believe it. Tonight, I'm finally going to lose "it". To somebody that I really care about at that. Honestly, I always wanted to lose it to Darrell since he's the only male my age that I fully know and genuinely trust.

Just to spice things up a little bit more, I set a few candles around the room, turned off the lights, and took a shower to calm my nerves. Once I finished, I stepped out and put on a pair of black lingerie. Soon I straightened out my hair, so its length was down the middle of my back. My old hairstylist taught me how to do it professional so it won't look like a haystack is stapled to my scalp.

"Okay," I whispered to myself, as I looked in the mirror. "I'm ready."

After I took a picture of myself, I sent it along with a text to Darrell. This isn't exactly sexting, so I'm kind of comfortable with sending him a picture.

Me: Just waiting 4 u babe :)

Darrell

"D-mn," I mumbled. Mariah is pretty serious about this.

Right now, I'm driving with Jay and the rest of the homies to go and exchange with one last customer of the night. Luckily I'm all the way in the backseat and everybody else is just talking sh-t.

Though there is only one thing I can definitely say about this picture: Mariah looks bangin' as f-ck! My mind tried to play tricks on me at first and think that it was somebody else since her hair was straighten perfectly.

"What you d-mmin' about now homie?" asked Van.

"Oh, uh, nothin'," I replied, quickly. "None of ya business."

I quickly regret saying that because afterwards, his a-s snatched that sh-t out of my hand.

"N-GGA! GIVE THAT SH-T BACK!"

"Oooohhh d-----mmmnnn! I didn't know Mariah got down like that!" Van yelled.

"N-gga, give that sh-t back!"

"F-ck. She kinda look sexy up in that pic mane!" replied X.

"N-gga, stop talkin' 'bout her and give me my phone!"

"What? Let me see!" yelled out Jay.

"NO! GIVE THAT BACK!" I finally was able to get it back, with all three of them laughing at my a-s.

"Man, we just playin' homie!" replied X.

"But still, she do look good though," joined in Van.

"Whatever," I mumbled. "Instead of talkin' 'bout my girl, how about we get through with this n-gga."

"Yeah, so you can go f-ck Mariah with yo' short a-s!"

"N-gga shut up," I mumbled.

***

"So, you know what you doin'?" asked Jay.

"Yes man," I replied, tucking the bag full of coke deeper in my pants pocket. "Just watch out for anybody that might come for us."

After he nodded at me, I got out of the van and walked towards the corner. Sh-t, I feel like I'm in some gangsta movie and sh-t.

This has been going on for some time now (two weeks) and I'm not as nervous as I used to be. There have been times when my mom would ask about my whereabouts and I would have to lie my hardest. A few times she almost caught on, but I would make some dumba-s excuse to leave. With Mariah, well it's a different story.

I'm not saying she's dumb, but she hasn't noticed anything and I intend to keep it that way. Usually, I would say I'm writing, working, or at the studio (if she's not there) and that's it. If she has noticed something then she's good at hiding it. But once she gets a lick of this d-ck tonight, she'll forget all assumptions.

Well, I'll see what happens.

"Darrell? That you?" asked a dry, husky voice. I knew that had to be him.

"Oldy?" I called out, patting my .38 caliber pistol.

"Aye man," came a dark figure. He was a little bit taller than me and the only thing I could tell from inside the hood was the creepy a-s mustache. "You got it?"

"Yeah," I responded, dryly. "The money first."

We both exchanged looks and our items - the money to me and the package to him.

"Aight man-"

"FREEZE!" yelled a sudden voice. It's a voice that I recognize from anywhere and it's not a good one.

"Sh-t!" we both yelled as we ran opposite directions.

"Come on man! Drive!" I yelled as loud as I could as I got inside.

"What the h-"

"N-GGA DRIVE!" the rest of us interrupted, as red and blue lit up the night sky.

Mariah

"Where could he be?" I asked, aloud.

I called his a-s almost thirty minutes ago and he still hasn't showed up. With knowing how horny he can become, I thought he would've been here in ten minutes!

Me: R u ok?

Maybe the traffic got to him on the way here? Then again, traffic around this time of night en route is not busy. Unless something may have went down in the Englewood area, then something else has him slowed him. Maybe he's "writing" or "in the studio" or something. Apparently he's been doing that twice as much, and it's a good thing. Whenever I've been seeing him lately and he claims to be doing those things, he doesn't have his notebook with him. Is that a sign or nah?

"Calm your a-s down Mariah," I spoke to myself. "You're just a nervous wreck like always."

Darrell

"N-GGA CAN'T YOU DRIVE ANY FASTER!" yelled out Van.

"Man, will you calm your a-s down?! All of ya'll n-ggas?!" responded Jay. "We gon' get away!"

Man, I hope this n-gga is right. This is the first time we've been busted by the cops and I'm PRAYING that we don't get caught.

"Sh-t! Where is he?" asked X. "I don't see him!"

The van fell silent as I prayed some more that we left him behind. If the cop car really is gone, then Jay is one h-ll of a driver.

"Yeah, I think he gone," relaxed Jay. "Sh-t, and you n-ggas were scared too!"

"I wasn't scared!" yelled Van, which the rest of us laughed at his a-s.

"My n-gga who yells out 'N-GGA CAN'T YOU DRIVE ANY FASTER' that loud man?!" I laughed. "Don't be ashamed of your game my n-g!"

"N-gga whatev-"

He stopped as we crashed into something in front of us.