Ian had borrowed somebody's car, I didn't know who's because his family had a little money. Well, just enough to be considered middle class. So here we were driving to pick up something from one of his friends house. He didn't say who and I wasn't pressed because today was Sunday and we didn't have class Monday. I'm just so happy that winter break was around the corner.
Our weather changed dramatically from being too hot to being cold. I was clothed in a black sweater, some ripped black skinny jeans and some black knee-high boots that Ian hated. My thick mane of hair was in a cute but messy puff.
I decided to check my Twitter while I listened to Kevin Gates on the radio. Though I wasn't a fan of him, I did like some of his music. When the music stopped because the car had turned off, I looked up to see we had stopped in front of some unfamiliar apartments.
"Aye," Ian patted the pockets of his jeans before looking at me. "You can come on in. I don't want to leave you out here for something like this. My nigga don't mind."
I gave him a skeptical look. "The heck you mean for something like this? You better not be doing anything illegal and got me in this. You know I don't rock with that. I don't feel comfortable walking in somebody's space. He knows I'm here?"
"Damn, look, it's not like that. I just wanna smoke one with him real quick. I got some shit to discuss. He doesn't mind. I told him I was bringing somebody. Come on."
Trying my hardest not to argue with Ian because I knew these cramps had me cranky, I simply just got out of the car and got silent. He knew how I was around dudes and especially if I don't know them. Usually he doesn't put me in these situations but for him to, he probably did have some important shit to discuss. There wasn't nothing else I wanted to say so I only followed him upstairs of section F door 2. When he knocked on the door, I leaned against the wall waiting for his friend to open it and when I did, I almost wanted to pass out.
It was Nas and boy did I want to climb under a rock and stay there. I couldn't focus on Ian tricking me because I was suddenly nervous and self conscious. I could tell Nas wasn't expecting me because he did a double take. There he was looking me in the eyes and I was looking at everything else but him.
Yes, I struggled with being extremely shy but I knew how to play it cool. So I smiled at him and tried to laugh it off. "Ian didn't tell me this was your spot. It's nice. Your place is nice."
Nas eyes were practically melting me on this concrete and if it wasn't for the amused smirk on his face, man, I would've ran. "How you going to call it nice but ya' ain't even came in yet? This little nigga didn't say he was bringing you."
"You still hung up over your crush you had when we were kids Laila?" Ian teased me and though his voice was playful, there was a slight edge to it.
If black people could blush, I would've been red as hell. I know Ian is just trying to embarrass me but I was already upset at him for not telling me we were come over here. Yeah, when we leave I was going to get up in his ass but for now, I just followed Nas in his apartment acting like I wasn't upset by Ian mentioning me still crushing on him. "Everybody use to tease me about liking you."
Nas chuckled and led us to the decent sized living room. The color scheme were just black and gray. You could tell this was a guys place. There wasn't much personality about it. You know how when you walk in someone's house or even their room, you can tell what they're into? I couldn't tell if he was into sports or anything for that matter. Other than papers tossed here and there, your old school rappers and headphones, I wouldn't have known that he was into music.
Pretty much as soon as you walk in there's this long wall that stops on your left, a kitchen that only had the bare minimal appliances like a microwave, oven and refriderator but it had decent length island counters in the middle of the kitchen and a few next to the refrigerator. But on your right of that, you were in the living room that contained one couch and two love seats with a black wooden coffee table and a lamp. It smelled like coffee and instantly, I was craving a cup.
