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Chapter Thirteen.
MY FINGERS TREMBLED as I pulled the lighter from my pocket. I tried to strain my thoughts away from everything else as I inhaled, smoke rising to the air lazily. Heaving a sigh, I exhaled a ring, all the stress seemed to release itself at the same time. "What's going on cuz?" Dre asked. "Why you so damn quiet over there?"
"I'm just thinking," I answered.
"How are things going with you and Priya?" Dre asked, taking a few sips from his beer.
I continued to smoke my blunt, I shook my hand motioning so-so. "Nigga, what the hell that's supposed to mean?" Dre asked.
"Like I told you before I'm not rushing things with her," I muttered. "I'm trying to get to know her before anything."
"Or she's just not feeling you?" Dre joked causing me to stare at him.
"Trust me, she's feeling me," I said, causing Dre to take a sip from his beer. "It's something different about her. She ain't like all the other girls that I fucked with. For some odd reason, I actually want to get to know her. I ain't never grew a connection like this before with any other girl."
"Damn, nigga slow down," Dre said, causing me to laugh. "You sound like you about to propose the next time you see her. Priya, got my boy falling in love with her, I ain't never seen this side of you before nigga."
"It's hard to explain how I'm feeling to be real with you bro," I said, causing Dre to shake his head. "She's cool."
"I fuck with, Priya," Dre took a hit from his blunt. "I'm happy to see you happy though bro, I'm glad that you found somebody that you can vibe with because it's hard to find people like that, nowadays females wanna be on some weird shit."
"Yo, what's cracking?" Some dude with a bulky head, broad shoulders, a skinny legs came into the room dapping Dre up. "I hope you don't mind that I brought some girls along with me."
"You straight," Dre dapped him up.
"My brother, what's goodie?" The guy stared at me, holding out his hand.
"Chris," I handed him over the blunt as he sat beside the females.
"Ezekiel," He said before taking a hit from the blunt. "What yall got going on?"
"Nothing really," Dre shook his head. "We were just talking about some shorty he was messing with. She got my boy sprung."
"That deep, huh?" Ezekiel asked. "I felt that way before but that bitch turned around and cheated so fuck being in a relationship. I ain't doing that shit anymore."
"Damn," I chugged down my beer. "You just ain't find the right one yet, just because one girl did you dirty don't mean all the other females out there are the same."
