𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓮 | 𝔂𝓫𝓷𝓫𝓪 [Boyxboy]

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I clearly remember Cordae talking about some guy he's been flirting with for sometime but I never really paid attention until now.

Here he stood awkwardly holding onto the arm of a light skin nigga with tattoos all over his face and arms. His hair was twisted in dreads and sprung out all over .

He was a few inches taller than Cordae and in his hand was a lit blunt. He was not the type of guy I ever expected quiet Cordae to be smitten with.

Nigga had a whole jail bird fucking in silence. "Joe this is Nahmir, Nahmir this is Joe." Cordae introduced shying away when Joe smiled down at him wrapping an arm around him tightly and pulling Cordae to his side.

He looked back up at me and nodded. "Nice to meet you, mane they call me baby Joe or Joe. I'm cool with whichever ." He smiled before whispering something in Cordae's ear and slipping away.

I stared at Cordae blankly just as Glizzy approached us juggling three cups. I swiftly took one and gulped nearly half of the cup as my mind raced with thoughts.

"I'm sorry he doesn't really do good with meeting new people." He blushed looking away. I shrugged watching him past the top of my cup as I held it to my lips.

"How you meet a nigga like that though?" I found my self asking out loud and Glizzy gave me a squinted side glance that confirmed, my question was harsh.

Cordae fiddled with the phone in his hand and gave a small shrug. "I met him at a Rave."

I felt the liquid that was once sliding down my throat seize as I took a huge breath in and found myself coughing and spitting everywhere.

A couple of persons who were huddled near me in a group immediately inched away in fear.

Glizzy patted my back while Cordae remained neutral, looking annoyed if anything. "You always gotta be fucking extra that's why you find yourself in situations like that."

Glizzy laughed nodding his head in agreement as I tried to compose myself. My nose was leaking and my shirt was now wet after I spilled my drink on it in the process.

Paranoia settled in and I turned back to the two. "I'm going to find a bathroom to clean up , I'mma be right back y'all staying here?" I asked putting my drink on the counter without a second thought.

They both nodded and I began searching. After getting frustrated with bumping into too many bodies in an attempt to get to the stairs I found myself ramming into some guy on accident.

He jolted forward causing his double foam cup to fly out of his hand and into the hair of some girl sitting on the near by couch. She screamed in surprise and started shouting a string of curse words.

Had I not been the center of attention right now in such a terrible situation I would have been rolling in laughter at the state of what was once her lace front wig.

I watched the guy do a push up and bring himself upright to stand. The muscles in his arm, though they were small bulged with his movements causing me to take a step back.

I gulped in nervousness and found myself rooted unable to move. He turned to me angry and that's when a loud laugh finally cut through the tension and a voice followed.

"Aye , say Ben who the fuck did that?"

The guy was pushed back and miraculously appeared the devil himself holding a cigarette between his fingers.

He had on a yellow hoodie with some skinny jeans and air Force ones. Around his neck was a chain filled with what looked to be diamonds.

Wait , this nigga had money ?

His demonic demeanor slipped into one of realization in a matter of seconds and a full blown smile graced his face revealing diamond grills.

Something inside of me stirred uncontrollably as I watched him look past my head serious again and out into the crowd.

Soon enough the music was back to full volume and people were back to minding their business.

He looked down once more smiling almost shyly before leaning down to my ear.

"You out here knocking niggas, down like that. I ain't know you was like that."

I found myself self blushing and awkwardly looked down remembering my wet shirt and what could be on my face.

Fuck.

"Uh sorry , tell your friend I said sorry I was just trying to walk through and someone pushed me and-" I stopped myself when he just stood there staring at me with his hand in his pocket.

If anything he looked amused and his eyes were a bit hooded. "You look really good , you know that?" He said randomly surprising me.

I found myself blushing again and looked up at him. I never knew how to react when niggas complimented me. I always found myself blushing likes fool.

"So you just gone stare at me and not say thank you? Wow." He whispered twisting away and I stupidly reached for his arm to stop him from turning away from me completely.

He froze at the feel of my open palm on his skin and licked his lips slowly , looking at me past his long lashes.

The lights above us gave me a perfect view of his eyes and I would be lying if I said he didn't have some pretty light brown eyes.

"Thank you." I said to him watching him inhale from his cigarette. He blew it out into my face causing me to scrunch my nose and go into a coughing fit.

"Nigga what the hell." I coughed I glaring at him and he laughed throwing it to the floor and stomping it out as if this was a normal thing he did.

"I'm sorry shordie, why was you rushing though?" I mentally thanked him because I had forgotten about needing to use the bathroom.

"Oh I was searching for a bathroom." I replied and he nodded before looking at me funny.

"You tryna take a shit?"

I opened my mouth in embarrassment. This nigga had no filter.

"No stupid, I spilled my drink on me." He gave me a head to toe check before smirking. "Everything looks really, really good to me. Ion see the problem."

I playfully punched his arm and he took that opportunity to pull me into him. He smelled good a mix of Axe, cherry and cigarette.

I bit my lip but quickly remembered Lucas and pulled away. I was not a cheater. I only had feelings for one man. One man only.

"So can you show me where the bathroom at?" I asked swaying before him and he nodded.

He started leading the way through the crowd but stopped and turned to me. I was confused until I looked down and spotted his empty hand stretched open for me to hold.

I bit my lip before looking around me to see if anyone was watching.

"What, you scared of something or somebody?" He shouted over the music tauntingly looking very evil.

I shook my head and slipped my hand in his more firmly this time ."No."

No, because I was only holding his hand as if my life depended on it, so I wouldn't get lost. That was all it meant. Right?

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