A Lesson Learned

Chapter 8 - Let's Make-Up

"Yo nigga where you at?" Darius demanded to know as he reached for his jeans on the floor of his bedroom.

"That's the first thing you say to me after what you did?" Ahmad rudely responded. He was walking from his university's library having just finished one of his final papers.

"Yeah and don't answer a question with a question nigga. So where you at?" Darius asked again.

"Nigga you need to check your crazy ass self. I'm with one of my niggas." Ahmad lied wanting to hurt Darius's feelings. His blood still boiled from their last argument where Darius kicked Ahmad out the car and sped off. He was seriously thinking it was time to end this now.

"Don't get fucked up yo! You better be playing with me or your really playing yourself right now Ahmad." Darius threatened.

"Nigga fuck you! You played yourself when you decided to kick my ass to the curb!" Ahmad yelled in the phone and then hung up.

Darius fumed and threw his phone at the wall. He then got up and started pacing.

"What the hell?" Said a tired voice from under the covers of Darius's bed.

"It's time for you to get up anyway, you know I don't usually have no overnight guests." Darius said nudging his booty call.

"Yeah yeah, so you say. I bet that was your real man you just called, what was his name again, oh yeah Ahmad. I bet he don't put it down like I do that's why you mad ain't it?" The very effeminate man said pulling the covers off himself. He revealed his fully nude body as he stretched and looked around for his clothes.

"Look bitch don't assume shit. Ain't it time for you to go?" Darius said ready to put the nigga out.

"Damn you real cranky. You would think you didn't get you none last night. But at least I know you was putting it down on me up until 5 am." The booty call said getting up. He was beginning to feel like a stupid hoe and didn't want to stay where he wasn't wanted.

"Look nigga shut the fuck up! Hurry up and get the fuck out!" Darius warned. Darius regretted picking him up last night after a gay night club let out, what was worse was he never even bothered to get his name. He was just horny and it the area when a fat booty came stumbling out the club walking sweet as ever. Darius knew it would be an easy conquest, now he wished he just went to one of his regulars. He hoped that he wore a condom all night at least he thought about the wild night of fucking. He looked into the trash to see a bunch of used ones and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up to see the man standing still with his hands on his hips looking irate.

"Nigga I don't give a fuck if you mad at your little bitch Ahmad but you gon have some sense when you talk to me!" He said getting in Darius's face.

Darius looked at him like he was joking and decided enough was enough. He picked up the much smaller, petite and nude man up and carried from the bedroom through the living room and opened the front door.

"Nigga what are you doing! Put me down, what the fuck is wrong with you!" The booty call yelled and screamed trying to fight off Darius.

"Nigga get the fuck up outta here!" Darius said throwing him out the front door without any of his clothes.

"Oh hell fucking no! You not just gonna throw me out here booty naked Darius!" The man said getting up off the hallway floor.

"Nigga you should have had some fucking class!" Darius finalized as he closed the door in the man's face. The booty call beat against the door for ten minutes before finally leaving. Darius went back into his room and picked up his phone which was still in tact. Deciding if he should call Ahmad back as he looked at the time. He figured Ahmad was still at school and he could make it time too see him in person.