It was the night of Angela's surprise birthday party at Shelly's place and the house was jam packed with partygoers. There was DJ set up in the hallway, spread throughout in the kitchen was over a thousand dollars' worth of liquor, beer, and wines, and Angela's birthday cake and snacks could be found all over the table, floor, walls, and even on the living room carpet.
When Shelly's tipsy ass noticed the food on her carpet she started cussing and getting amped. "Who the fuck spilled all this shit on my carpet! Ya'll trifling niggas better clean this shit up, I ain't playin'!"
Charley and Navarre quickly stumbled over to her, "Shelly calm the fuck down. It's a party, why you getting out of control?"
"Look at my mutha fuckin carpet bitches! SOMEBODY GON CLEAN THIS SHIT UP NOW!" Shelly fumed spilling her drink all over the floor, and bumping into people.
"Shelly come over here," Charley motioned visibly embarrassed. He grabbed her and pulled her into her bedroom. When he reached to turn on the light he noticed, through the darkness, two figures going at it on her bed. Deciding not to let Shelly kill them where they stood and ruin the night, he led her back out the room.
"Charles are you tryna rape me, where is you dragginnn me?" Shelly asked pulling her hand away from him.
"Shelly what the fuck is you sayin'. I was tryna get you to calm down, your drunk ass is ruining the party."
Suddenly Navarre was standing next to them and his face was sweaty as all hell. "Shellz! Guess what?" He shouted over the music as they were standing right in front the DJ's setup.
"What nigga?" Shelly asked stumbling into his arms.
"Your boyfriend just told me he's gonna pay to have your carpets shampooed in the morning." Navarre revealed excitedly.
"Really? Oh yes, now I gotta shampoo my carpet and let him come beat this pussy right!" She screamed so loud the DJ and a few people in the hallway heard her.
"What are you sayin' bitch?! You are out of control, come on Charley." Navarre exclaimed grabbing his best friend by his arm and going back to the living room to dance with some females. Shelly was left standing there grinding alone by the DJ's turntables and causing many people to look in her direction.
The door swung open and Ahmad entered looking distraught. His eyes were red and hazy, indicating he had been smoking weed, a habit he never really partook in the past. Feeling like losing control, Ahmad went into the kitchen and took several shots of Vodka. He then mixed another drink with fruit juice and four different liquors and walked into the living room.
Charley noticed his friend and tapped Navarre. "Oh no, Ahmad is here." Charley whispered. He hadn't seen him since two days ago when Ahmad went crazy and practically destroyed Darius's apartment. After finding out his boyfriend was engaged and getting married to some woman, Ahmad called Darius and broke up with him, and then began to go ballistic. He broke dishes, ripped up clothes, smashed walls, and then packed his shit and checked into a hotel. Charles gave up on trying to calm him down and gave him his space hoping Ahmad would calm down in due time.
Navarre whispered back as Ahmad approached him, "I hope he's aight, he looks twisted."
"Hey hoes," Ahmad smirked gulping his drink and greeting them. "This party is jumpin', and where is the lady of honor?"
"What up nigga. I think Angie is over there," Charles pointed to the other end of the room. "Go wish her a happy birthday."
"Yeah and I got her a bag of this nigga's weed too, and 500 dollars." Ahmad gleamed with an odd look. "I got some jewelry for ya'll in the car too."
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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...
