Thug Besties

Chapter 6

Kharter's P.O.V.

"Yeah, man. I ain't even get to pick up the Carmines. Imma need you to hook me up with a 6.5y and 7y, bruhh," I spoke over the phone to my hookup.

"Ard, I gotchu ma. What you tryna gimme in return?"

"Dis Dick! I hope that ass can handle it."

"Nahhh. That's what I'm tryna give you."

"Nahhhh, you buggin'. Fuck out here with all that shit. Just have my shoes ready by Friday." I hung up. His ass always horny. Nigga stay tryna hit. But I ain't finna lie, he a good plug.

I got up and walked downstairs. Ya know me and that nigga, Jaden, been getting pretty close. I'm bored. I wonder if he wants to go to the mall today. I would ask Re but she outta town. She promised to be back by Saturday for our anniversary, so I'm not stressin' it.

I picked up my phone and scrolled down in my contacts to "That Nigga Jaden😬🙈💁." I clicked his name and waited for him to answer.

"Bruhhh, you play too damn much.... But I fucked yo bitch tho... Shit, arrd I'm done. I'm tryna talk to my girl. Wassup Khari!!," he answered the phone.

"Why you pick up the phone if you know ya ass wasn't ready to answer?," I asked.

"Cuz I ain't wanna miss ya call. N the way these niggas play, I would have most definitely missed it."

"And why is you tellin'niggas I'm ya girl? Nigga--- I - Don't - Like - You!," I rolled my eyes. Why I'm frontin'? Cuz you can't let them know.

"Ard whatever, Ma. You can talk all that good shit all you want. You my girl, whether you choose to believe it or not." I rolled my eyes. His ass always tryna tell me what's what. Can't stand him.

"Whatever. You wanna go to the mall today? Like around 1?"

"Yea. Sure. Imma pick you up like 1:30. That's cool?"

"Yeah. Yeah. That's fine. Later Jay," I smiled.

"Later Bae," he hung up.

I guess you can say he makes me happy... And makes me smile... a lot. If you ask him, he'd probably say we in a relationship. But I just wished he woulda asked instead of declaring it to be that way. It doesn't matter all that much anyway.

Okay, so it's now 11:25. I have about 2 hours to get ready.

I went to take a 30 minute shower. I got out and decided to wear something cute but comfortable. I decided to flat iron my hair since I'm gonna be wearing a bucket hat. Btw I had in Brazilian. I put on a grey bra and a grey thong and creamed up my skin with some cocoa butter. I put on a purple Nike Galaxy crop top, black leggings, and my Bright Grape 6s. I wore my chunky gold chain and I put black, white and purple studs in my ear piercings that went along the rim of my ear and wore gold hoops. I put on my gold Rolex that my ex got me before we broke up. We were together for 2 years and I guess you could say he had bank with the "profession" he had. And last I had my white bucket hat. I decided to wear some make up so I put on some eyeliner and eyeshadow along with mascara. A little foundation to hide some blemishes and some scars from my past. I don't wear lip gloss and this is not a lipstick occasion. I couldn't find my Chapstick so I went through my old purse looking for my EOS. Found it! I applied some and stuck it in my little wallet purse pouch thingy. Whatever the fuck it is.

I heard my doorbell ring. Must be Jay.

I ran downstairs to open the door. To my surprise it was the nigga I saw tonguing down my sister on the last day of school.

"Hi. How can I help you?" The fuck is he doing here?

"Umm. I'm here to pick up Ashley. Is she ready?" You here to pick up who?