Honest

Weak

I threw on some adidas track pants and slides along with a white t-shirt and a denim polo button up ready to start my day. I sat on the bed to tie my shoes when a pair of big arms wrapped around me. "Where you going?" A deep voice said from behind me.
    "About my business" I said keeping it short.
    He sighed. "Man you finally let get some ass and now you dipping, it was good wasn't it?"
     Growing tired of this conversation I removed his arms and got up. "Stephen this was just sex, you're getting too deep."
    "I don't want to be in no relationship with no nigga either. Just thou-"
    Before he could finish I cut him off. "Good because I wasn't looking for a relationship." I said calmly as I searched for my sunglasses. "As for whatever else you were thinking. Don't! Thinking isn't your strong suit."
     "Man you trippin' you was just enjoying a nigga last night"
     I laughed. Last night I saw Stephen at a house party Jacoby dragged me along to; and spotted Stephen. At first he was avoiding eye contact so I figured he must have felt guilty from my accusations earlier in the day. So I applied pressure I walked up to him and grabbed his dick, he initially pushed me off him but when he spotted me leaving the bathroom in the empty hallway he surprised me. Snatching me up and dragging me into a room. We began making out and I wanted to push him off me, but Stephen was actually sexy as fuck and had turned me on.
      Later that night i rode with him to his place and he fucked the shit out of me. I don't know if it was because I tipsy or that his sex was really that good but I actually ended up staying the night with him. But it's morning and I'm not drunk so me being able to overlook the asshole that was Stephen was an impossible mission.
     "It was good." I leaned in, he thought I was going for a kiss closing his eyes. "Lemme get that blunt." I said motioning towards the blunt.
    He sighed rolling over and throwing me the blunt.
    "Thanks and give Jacoby 10.00 today for making him buy my food." I chuckled sparking the blunt.
     "Whatever." He said rolling over going back to sleep. "And keep your schedule open I might need you to climb my back again." I tossed his lighter I used to spark the blunt on the bed and made my exit.
  I knew he was probably smiling ear from ear.
....

    "Honest!" Professor James said waking me up. I looked at him then placed my head back down. "Honest! Wake up."
     Being up all night with Stephen I barely got any sleep. Speaking of Stephen, don't judge me for fucking a nigga who called me faggot, one thing you'll learn about me I don't give af about anyone's opinions I do as I choose. Shit it was bound to happen anyway I'm just glad it was good.
     "Honest!" Professor James said louder.
     Oh he so he really wants these problems huh.  "What is it James?" I questioned with a frown.
      "For you to wake up. We're discussing the documentary we just watched." He started. "Surviving R. Kelly."
      "You didn't have to wake me up for that. Those bitches were stupid and he's a sick fuck." My response caused gasp across the room. I shrugged. "What?!" I asked referring to the stares.
     "I'd be more than happy to hear your reasoning behind that statement." He tilted his glasses as if he was really interested.
     "Simple. R. Kelly showed those hoes who he was-"
     "Women" he corrected.
     "Hoes. James"
     "Dr James-"
     "So you want to hear my opinion or not?" I looked at him. Taking his silence as an answer I continued. " like I was saying that man showed those hoes who he was to begin with. It wasn't his fault that they put up with him. They screaming they're trying to empower women when all they did was blame him for their poor choices. So like I said R. Kelly is sick but those bitches is sicker. I mean if a nigga tried to piss on me I'd move."
    "That's enough!" Professor James yelled. I guess the truth hurts.
    "So I can go back to sleep."
    He rolled his eyes while some people shook their heads in disgust.
     "Who raised you?" One bitch said.
     "Who raised your wig in the front." I countered shutting her up. I noticed a guy chuckle. I guess amused by me and the girls exchange. "What the fuck are you laughing at?"
     He held his hands up in surrender. "I don't won't no smoke bruh." I examined him and the man was fine as fuck. But judging by the niggas I've met so far on campus he's probably a weak nigga too so I just ignored him.
     "Class dismissed. Remember to-" he had me at dismissed. I walked out the classroom and headed to the gym. I almost made it in when I walked into Stephen and the tramp he call 'girlfriend'. Others call her Kim I call her Fuckface. "Wassup faggot."
     "Honest" I corrected him, as I pardon his insult.
     "He said faggot" Kim spoke she chuckled. "Right bae." She defended kissing him on the cheek.
     I laughed they were well suited for each other. They were an attractive couple for sure. Even though Kim wore long bundles, a bunch of makeup, skimpy clothes and ghetto as fuck. It worked for her. "Kidney would you be so kind to get the fuck out my way"
     "It's Kim faggot!" She countered.
     "I said kidney, right bae?" I asked patting Stephens cheek as I literally saw steam fume from his face; walking pass them both and entering the gym.
     I usually sat in the gym during Jacoby's practice, it was time that I used to catch up on my studies and occasionally stare at swinging meat running up and down the court; and having a ride home, rather than walking, was a plus too. "I know you from dr James class right?" I heard a voice interrupt my concentration.
    "I don't know anyone from James class and neither them me." I respond not even looking to see who I was talking to.
      I heard a familiar laugh. "You funny as shit bruh."
      I looked over to see the same guy who was laughing at me shut that girl down earlier. I looked him up and down unapologetically. His physique could make Jacoby's insecure, his smile was almost infectious, his presence was different. "What's your name?"
    "Demi, what about you?"
    "What about me?" I scrunched up my face.
    "Your name."
    I was still starring in his eyes. It may have seemed like I was mugging him but I honestly got lost in his eyes. "What are you doing here?"
    "I'm on the team. I missed your name."
     "I didn't give it." I continued. "So why have I never saw you before."
     "Because I just transferred. I-"
     "You better hurry up practice is about to start." I dismissed him. I pulled out my books to get started when I noticed he was still standing there. "Nigga can your weak ass get the fuck out my face."
    "Weak?!"
    "That's what I said." I looked him dead in the eyes.
     He returned the gaze, his stare was deep almost intimidating. Then he laughed. Hysterically. "What the fuck is so funny."
    "Nothing man." He continued laughing. "I respect it."
    "You what?"
    "I respect it. That was your honest opinion so I respect it." He said with a smile turning to walk away. This was the first time I was ever stuck. I never had anyone RESPECT my honesty. I was so confused that I couldn't catch myself from calling after him. "Demi!"
    He turned and looked at me. "Honest." I yelled.
    "Huh?"
    "my name is Honest."
    He smiled running out to the court. I watched him run up and down the court. I studied his every movement. I was mesmerized and I hated it. Never in my life had I felt like this. I felt, WEAK.
  

Demi

Kim