The Players & the Played

Five

Keisha
Keisha was relaxing at home after a hard day of work when there was knock at the door. She got up from her couch and opened the door without checking to see who it was.
"Javon take ya black cheating ass back to that other bitch-" Abruptly, Keisha paused, eyeing the man in front of her in shock. He definitely wasn't Javon. This nigga was tall, with dark, ebony skin and pearly white teeth that were arranged in a smirk. He also had twin dimples, one in each cheek, and towered over Keisha, at about 6 feet, four inches. His hair was cut in a low fade, and he wore a simple outfit of True Religion jeans and a plain black t-shirt that was stretched taunt over his muscular frame. Black old school Air Force 1's were on his feet, and his only jewelry was a bigass, gold watch. This nigga is all kinds of fine multiplied by divine, Keisha thought, almost licking her lips. "You ain't Javon," Keisha stated, wishing she was in something cuter than a pair of cut off jean shorts and plain tank top. Something about him was faintly familiar.
Tall, dark and handsome kept smirking, showing those gorgeous dimples. "Nah, shawty, I'm Tre. I can't believe my homeboy would cheat on a fine piece of chocolate like you, shit. "Tre ran his eyes over her body, obviously appreciating her revealing attire. Her tank was low cut showing just enough cleavage, and her brown thighs were nice and thick. Keisha glared at Tre.
"Homeboy? You know Javon?"
"Yeahhhh, shawty. I was about to ask you where he was, but I guess he ain't here," Tre said, glancing around her clean apartment. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, edging closer to Keisha.
"Fuck no he ain't here. And he better not come back," Keisha grouched, crossing her arms. Immediately, Tre's eyes zoomed in on that area. "Listen, Tre, or whatever your name is, Javon ain't here so you can go."
But Tre wasn't going anywhere. Instead he was all in her personal space, so close she could see his chest move with each breath and she could smell his peppermint gum. "Okay, I kinda lied. I know Jay ain't here cuz he's at my house. I just wanted an excuse to see you."
"Nigga what?" Keisha rolled her eyes. "What you want?" As much as she tried to act irritated, her heart was beating faster with his nearness.
"Look, I know you don't know who I am but I been waiting for Jay's dumbass to slip up," Tre said. "I wanna take you out, feed you, spoil you, and fuck you shawty. Jay left a diamond for a rock, baby. Now that he outta the picture I'm letting you know what's up." He stuffed his hands in his pockets looking slightly nervous. She made him nervous? Keisha was shocked. Now that she looked closer, she realized she recognized him as a nigga Javon liked to spend time with. Last time she had seem was a whole year ago, and either she had been too into Javon to notice his sexiness, or he had gotten sexier.
However, she wasn't sure she wanted to get started with another nigga. Keisha looked away, her eyes pained. "I don't know if I'm ready to start all over with someone new so quick. My heart still hurting, shit. I guess I wasn't good enough for him."
"Nah," Tre snapped angrily. "Don't start that shit. It don't got nun to do with you, Jay just a bitchass nigga. He always been a bitchass nigga. Come here." Tre grabbed her hand and lead her to the couch, before sinking into in and enveloping her in a warm hug.
Keisha could feel her eyes moistening again and she swiped at them angrily. She was done crying. "Oh really? Then why he ya homeboy? I know you know why we broke up."
Tre laughed. "Shawty, alotta niggas cheat. Jay wrong for cheating but he my dawg. Shit, I known him forever. I can't even be mad he cheated cuz now I gotta chance with you."
"Whatever." Now she was mad. This nigga was defending him? Fuck both of them. She grabbed the remote and turned up the volume to some trash reality TV show, wiggling out of Tre's arms.
"Oh it's like that huh," Tre said, his deep voice laced with annoyance. Keisha ignored him, watching the show. Ordinarily, she would never have some random nigga in her house in her couch, but she figured Tre wouldn't hurt her. Even though she didn't know him well, she felt a strange sense of protection with his large body being draped over her couch. He wouldn't harm her and he wouldn't let anybody else hurt her either. She hadn't felt like that since she was a little girl and her father was still alive. Although there was nothing fatherly about the way Tre was eyeing her thighs, even as she scooted away.
"I ain't ready for no damn relationship," Keisha said, eyes glued to the TV screen.
"Aight." Tre got up. Surprised, Keisha looked at him.
"You leaving?" She realized she didn't want him to leave.
"Yeah, since you ain't making a nigga feel welcome, shit." He got off the couch, towering over her.
"Nah, I want to get to know you and shit, I just...I just ain't ready to-" She trailed off, looking back at the screen.
Tre laughed, flashing his dimples. "Shawty we don't gotta fuck, just lemme hold you, damn. I been dreaming about holding you for two years."
Keisha felt her heart race. It was too soon. Just last night she was yelling at Javon and now Tre...She couldn't. No, she couldn't. "Maybe it's better if you leave," she said softly.
Tre looked at her hard but his eyes were soft. Suddenly his phone rang and he answered it automatically, still looking at her. His easygoing demeanor changed real quick. He stood up straighter, his eyes cold and hard, and when he spoke there was steel in his voice. "The fuck you mean there's nothing left? Everything?" Keisha shrank back in alarm at his transformation. Suddenly, she realized she didn't know what type of man she was dealing with. He sounded dangerous.
Tre kept talking, his tone icy. "Imma kill every last one of them motherfuckers." He slipped the phone back in his pocket. Without saying a word to Keisha, he reached behind him, in the back of his waistband, producing a shiny handgun. Expertly, he checked his weapon. Still holding the gun, he finally looked at her.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Keisha hissed in alarm. She had never seen a gun up close.
Tre smiled at her, but he still looked pissed. "Shawty, you fucking with a real gangsta. I gotta get up on outta here and take care of some business, but I'll be back."
"Nah, get up outta here with that damn weapon, nigga. Ion fuck with no guns. You better leave."
Tre slid the gun back from wherever it came from, but he kept staring at her. "You know, you gorgeous right? It's okay if you need some time shawty, but don't go running to no other niggas. I gotchu, shawty. Lemme see your phone." He quickly typed his number in her iPhone, then called his number from her phone. "If you need anything, just hit me up."
Keisha said nothing as he returned her phone and walked his tall ass out of her apartment.