Samuel and Lucas, two boys from two different backgrounds.
One night they cross paths at a college party, and Samuel is instantly attracted to Lucas.
What happens when Lucas finally gives in and gives Samuel a chance?
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"So you really finna go to this party without me?" Tiffany said running her fingers through my hair.
Here she go.
"You know I said you could go, but you ain't want to." I sat up and leaned back against the headboard.
She rolled her eyes, and scooted closer to me.
"Ok but obviously it's because I wanna spend time with my man, alone." She sighed, looking all hurt.
Man I'm with her ass 25/8.
"We spend time together every single day babe, I mean damn it won't hurt to spend some apart." I said looking at her seriously.
She scoffed at my words, before letting out a bitter chuckle.
"Nigga anytime we together, yo homies always around. But if you wanna go to the party then go." She reached over me grabbing the remote, and turning the T.V. on.
She petty as fuck.
But shit, so am I.
"Alright then I'm gon, I'll see you later I guess." I said getting off her bed, heading for her door.
Ima have fun regardless, with or without her mad ass.
"Tuh! Do you, I'm coo off you bitch nigga." She yelled, as I made my way out her house.
Yea ight, she say that all the time.
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"What time the party start bro?" I said while blowing out some smoke.
This shit straight gas, loud asf.
"9:15, its over at like 1 something tho." Cruz answered, taking a long ass hit from the blunt.
Damn it's only 6:30, I could've still been at Tiffany's getting some head.
"So what we gon do in the meantime? I'm not trynna be bored nigga." I said leaning back into the beanbag chair.
Chair bout comfortable as fuck.
"Ion know bout you niggas, but I plan on getting high then taking a nap." Rodney said from his spot on the bed.
Man niggas really boring.
"Bro y'all wack, so what we just gon sit here till 9?" I said, catching a attitude.
I can't sit fo long, I get jittery ong.
"Then take yo ass a nap too nigga, stop complaining stupid." Cruz said, while playing his busted ass game.
Fuck this nigga.
I got up from where I was sitting, slapped him on his head, before going back to sit down.
"Man fuck you, dead homies fr!" Cruz yelled, before going back to his game.
Laughing, I turned over and started dozing off.
Fuck you too nigga.
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"-Cas...LUCAS! Wake the fuck up." Rodney yelled in my ear, causing me to jump outta my dead sleep.
Niggas always playing bro.
"Why you always doing stupid shit, fucking dirt ball!" I screamed, becoming aggravated with him.
Ima hothead, yet these niggas continue to push my buttons.
"Nigga shut the fuck up, and go get ready its 9 already." Cruz said laughing, going to sit on his bed.
Stupid mu'fuckas.
I got my bag up off the floor, heading towards the bathroom so I could wash my face, and brush my teeth again.
Can never be too clean.
About 7 minuets later, I was finally ready to go.
"You done nigga? The party already started." Rodney said irritated, walking out the door.
When are black people ever earlier, especially to a party?
"Fuck wrong with that nigga?" I asked walking out behind Cruz and closing the door behind myself.
He big mad.
"He supposed to be meeting up with some girl, he just trynna get some pussy tho." He said laughing, and hoping into the passenger seat.
Man it's gon pussy all over the party, he getting mad over one?
20 minuets later, we finally arrived at the party and it was already in full swing.
Shit finna be hella lit.
"Damn look at shawty ova there tho, ass fat as fuck!" Cruz said, walking over that way to try and spit game.
Young ass nigga stay trynna fuck with these older girls.
"Man I'm finna go look for my girl, I'll catch you later nigga." Rodney said dapping me up before walking off.
These niggas really brought me to a party, just to leave me by myself.
I headed over to the kitchen, to get me a drink.
I leant over into the cooler, grabbing me a wine cooler. I was struggling to take the cap off the bottle, when someone interrupted me.
Who tf...
"You need help with that?" The stranger asked, taking the bottle from my hands popping the cap off, before handing it back over to me.
I didn't ask fo no help, but ok...
"Uh thanks, I appreciate it bro." I said, slapping him on the shoulder, and heading for the exit.
But before I could make it out, I was stopped.
"I didn't catch your name, I'm Sammy tho." He said smiling, with his hand still wrapped around my wrist.
I looked at his hand, before looking back at him.
Is this nigga trynna spit game at me right now? »«»«»«»«
