IMAGINE (BxB)

Chapter Five

Samuel

We was chilling in the car, listening to Azchike and smoking a fat ass blunt.

"Man look at shawty cuh, thicka then a whole mu'fuckin snicka!" Santana exclaimed, showing us a picture of the bad instagram model that was on his phone.

She was cute, I'll admit it.

"Man I wouldn't mind bussin' a couple of my kids on her face." Dreux said, taking the phone outta Santana's hand and double tapping her picture.

Made a face of disgust.

Niggas just be nasty for no reason.

"What about you cuh, you breaking her back in?" Santana asked me, showing me a different picture of her.

I looked from him, to the picture, and back at him again.

"I mean yeah she bad, but ain't no telling how many niggas been in that thang. I like grip on my shit, no loosey goosey!" I answered, laughing at what I just said.

She just look like she bust down for any ole nigga.

"Oh so that explains why you love going after bootyhole." Dreux mumble, causing Santana loud ass to start laughing.

Ha ha, niggas always got something to say.

"Man shut up, that ain't got nothing to do with anything. That shit get loose too, I'm just a top notch nigga so I need top notch sex at all times." I said, taking a hit from the blunt and passing it back to Dreux.

Santana scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"You wasn't worried about being top notch, when you fucked Brittany hoe ass back in sophomore year nigga." He said laughing at the memory.

Man ion even like thinking about that day.

"Nigga fuck you, I was a youngin I ain't know no better. She was giving it up and I took the offer." I tried explaining myself to no avail.

Man if I known she had the clap I would've never tapped, ong!

"Nah nigga You was balls deep in her shit, without a care in the world stop lying." Dreux laughed from the backseat, eventually choking the smoke he hadn't exhaled.

I laughed, thinking about that night.

"Shiiiiit Dreux, you really can't talk tho. You'd smack anything that walks! You was just trynna buss them bitches at the party." Santana said, throwing facts in his face.

Ong nigga will fuck on anything, dirty dick ass nigga.

"Man them bitch was bad, had two of em slobbing all over my dick. Y'all niggas just mad y'all can't get it like me." He shrugged, clearly unbothered by the fact that he was a straight hoe.

His dick gon fall off one day, mark my words.

"Aye bro, whatever went down with ole' boy at the party?" Santana asked, looking at me with curiosity written all over his face.

Oh shawty, I lowkey forget about him.

"Wait, you got some ass at the party and ain't say nun?" Dreux asked, sounding highly offended.

I laughed at his tone before responding.

"Nah, shawty was playing hard to get. He wasn't trynna give nothing up fr, I had to work just for his name." I said, sighing.

I ain't never struck out as bad as I did with that nigga.

"Well what was his name?" Dreux asked.

How could I ever forget, fine as nigga.

"He told me it was Lucas, but shit as far as I know he could've been lying with his sexy ass attitude." I said laughing, remembering how mad he was at me just for calling him shawty.

That's gon be my shawty fasho.

"Woah so you mean to tell me you ain't even get his number? Bro that's not like you at all." Santana said, shaking his head at me.

I'm telling you, I spit smoove game.

"Man im saying, I think I was a little off. Shit straight through ima see em again, I just feel it." I said, relaxing back in my seat.

It's destiny, I know ima get in his shit.

"Nigga you gotta go for it, I ain't gon let you go out like that bro. I just won't let you do it to yourself!" Dreux said dramatically, placing his hand on my shoulder and squeezing it.

These niggas do the absolute most, I swear!

"Fr tho nigga, you think he gotta instagram or something? We gotta get you some ass bro." Santana said laughing, at his own words.

Nigga straight goofy.

"Let's look for him on instagram, I know for a fact got have social media." Dreux said pulling out his phone and getting straight to business.

See this why I fuck with these niggas.

"Oh fasho, I'm down. It's operation get this nigga some ass!" Santana said laughing, going to search up anyone with the name Lucas.

I'm trying get my dick wet, I'm all for it.

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We had spent at least 30 minuets, trying to find my future baby daddy's instagram, when finally Santana came up with something.

Oh shit, I think we got him.

"Nigga I think this actually might be him, his name Lucas and he look like the nigga from the party." Santana said geeked, showing us his phone.

Wow this nigga really found him, inspector gadget headass!

"Yoo that really is him bro, the fuck you on some fbi shit nigga." I said laughing, taking the phone from his hands, and searching Lucas' instagram in my phone.

Man this nigga fine as hell.

I click on his account, making sure to press the follow button, before closing my phone.

"Um nigga what you doing? I know we ain't spend 30 minuets searching for this nigga, just for you to not bang his line." Dreux said, looking at me mad confused.

Niggas really trynna set shit up.

"Fr tho cuh, text that nigga and let em know you trynna slang dick his way." Santana said seriously, taking my phone and opening it back up.

He searched up Lucas' instagram again, before handing it back over to me.

I took it from him, thinking of something slick to say, before finally texting him.

"Wassup shawty, I'm that nigga from the party. You trynna fuck with a young nigga or what?" I read over my message, before finally pressing send.

Ima hood nigga, I'm not really good with romantic shit.

"Ayeee that's my boy, and you better get some ass too nigga." Santana said, clapping me on my back before going back to rolling up a new blunt.

Shit, if he reply...then I'm fasho in there.

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Here's Chapter Five! Late, yes... sorry about that guys but I hope y'all like this chapter.

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