Stay Down

3

"man she was sucking up my dick like a lil vacuum." king demonstrated moving his hips back in forth. "man she was sucking my shit so good, i told ha, ha shit needed to be registered as a deadly weapon."

walking across the field to class this nigga kept going on. "i told ha she keep sucking me like that, ima pay ha mama bills swea to God." 

"what was her name?" honor asked his arm around boston.

he smiled rubbing his hands together. "tamika."

"oh you mean tommy." i told him laughing.

walking backwards he mugged me. "fuck you mean, tommy?"

honor shook his head, "damn man you ain't know?"

"fuck you talm 'bout nigga ,know what?"

"tamika use to be tommy." i told him flexin' my muscles to show the masculinity of the bitch he fucked.

he sucked his teeth, "y'all niggas be flaggin'."

holding my hands up, i shrugged, "man how you missed that adam's apple."

"yea nigga and that hairy ass chin." boston laughed as king face scrunched up. "nigga you gay."

we all bust out laughing as this nigga stood there dumbfounded.

"man fuck y'all."

"uhuh" boston told him, "don't be tryna fuck my man just cause you fuck men now."

we was just fucking with him cause the nigga was lying, king wasn't touching no type of pussy especially not as much as he claimed.

"first of all sweetie." placing his hand on his hips and flipping his imaginary hair, "if i wanted yo man i'd take ya man, and that's just on period."

"okay caresha." honor mumbled.

king bent down in front of me poking out his stank ass. "cause what's big sweetie?"  I pushed this nigga in the grass with that gay shit. "besides my chanel pursue." he held his book bag to his chest.

some girls in red spanks and sports bras ran around him, a coach leading them.

"who them bitches?" he jumped up, watching them run across the grass.

she jogged in the middle, her hair in a bun, the spanks hugging her body as sweat dripped from her nike sports bra. she smiled at me before running off towards the track.

"their from the heights." boston informed as king kept watching them, tryna run behind them. i grabbed this nigga by his collar as the last girl ran. "their using our recreational rooms and track while theirs getting remodeled."

so i'd be seeing shawty a lot.

"i'd drink they bath water." we looked at him while he stood with his hands on hips, nodding his head. "i'd definitely do that." like he was imagining it.

"let's go to class."

boston and honor made they way into the main building when my arm was grabbed.

"what nigga?"

king looked around to make sure no one was listening. "i was kicking it with saint last night."

"so nigga."

"so" he continued, "the streets been talkin' sayin' that nigga carter been tryna run shit since you left. big shit , cartels, prostitutes, the junkies. like he tryna replace ya."

my grip on my books tightened. "what i told you bout this shit."

"look i know im just-"

"i'll handle it." kassidy walked by with a group of her friends and i grabbed onto her arm. nodding my head for them to keep walking. "you got my shit." she looked from king to me, opening up her bag that was stacked with money.

i took it, handing her a stack. "thank ya." kissing her cheek, she froze. "see ya lata'?"

"i'll call you." she smiled catching up to ha friends.

shaking my head, laughing to myself, i threw the bag ova my shoulder.

king stood with his hands over his mouth in awe, "you got this bitch running shit for you?"

"ya."

"what about the other hoes that was-"

"what about them?" i asked, going into the class sitting at my usual chair at the top. "they still doing it."

"man what you be doing to these hoes." sitting next to me he pulled out his playboy magazine putting it in his humanities textbook.

"nothing nigga. im honest."

"nigga im honest."

"you told ya last girl you wanted to marry ha."

"i did." he admitted, "ha pussy. i wanted to marry ha pussy who fault it is she took it outta context."

ion know why i claimed this nigga.

a girl with glasses and a pencil skirt and a white button up, walked to her seat in front of us, dropping her pin.

picking it up, I tapped her with it on her shoulder. she turned around her glasses hanging low on her nose.

"you dropped this baybe."

she smiled shyly taking the pen, "thank you."

"you welcome ma."

she turned back around her friends staring at her wide eyed as they whispered 'bout me.

king sucked his teeth,"man you ain't special."

"why you gotta be a hating ass nigga." I joked , opening my notebook, copying what professor wrote on the board.

"i could do that shit." he told me standing up.

"do yo thang nigga." i told 'em, placing my pen between my teeth.

he walked ova to some girl with brown curly hair with tight mom jeans and a long sleeve whit shirt. her book sat at the edge of the table and this nigga knocked it ova with his hand.

her and her friends looked at him like he was stupid.

he looked down in shock, like he ain't just knock shawty shit ova.

"oh did i do that ?"

i shook my head, grinning.

"yea nigga, you did do that." she said picking up her shit up. "i know you seen my shit right there."

"now hold on bitch."

i palmed my face.

this nigga.

"i was tryna be nice to you hoes."

"by dropping her book on the floor ?" her friend in front of ha interjected.

"who are you? captain save a hoe."

"nigga why you even ova hea." the girl yelled annoyed.

"smith !" professor yelled, "to your seat."

grumbling he made his way back ova to me. my hands behind my head, leaning back in my chair, as i watched him in defeat.

"how'd it go?"

"man fuck them spongebob shaped ass hoes."

laughing, i continued listening to the lecture.