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"Damn. She did all that?" Maurice laughed as he sat down.
"Yeah man." I rubbed my forehead. "I don't know what the fuck her problem is."
Maurice and I were at my house, just talking.
Nothing much.
"You sure, you ain't fuck and duck her or something?"
"Nigga no." I chuckled, sipping from my glass. "I'd remember if I knocked her shit back." I smirked.
I'd definitely remember something like that.
Besides. It's not like I just be fucking so many different women that I can't remember faces.
That would be disgusting
"Well, shit. What else could she dislike you for?"
"Don't know." I shrugged. "All I know is, she too damn fine to be acting like that man."
"So." Maurice rose an eyebrow. "You like her or something?"
"Nope." I shook my head. "Her attitude is disgusting." I drank from my glass again. "But she is fine as hell. Can't deny that."
"Aight. So let's say, she was tryna fuck. Would you?"
"Hm." I twisted my lips I thought. "I don't think she deserve to get blessed like that." I said, making Maurice laugh.
"Man. Come on." He laughed. "You telling me you wouldn't?"
"Pussy is everywhere bro." I chuckled. "The real question is do I need some pussy or do some pussy need me?"
"Man shut your stupid ass up." Maurice laughed loudly, stomping his foot.
The door swung open and Brent stupid ass walked in.
Should've never gave this nigga a key.
He just comes over unannounced.
I mean, it's never a problem but isn't it a common courtesy to let someone know you're coming over their house?
"What y'all nigga talking about ?" He walked in dapping me and Maurice up.
"Your cousin." I mumbled.
"Shit, what she do now?" He asked, pulling a blunt from behind his ear, lighting it.
"Her attitude man." I shook my head. "It sucks."
Brent shook his head passing me the blunt. "She don't like neither of y'all niggas but you." He gestured towards me. "She really don't like you and I don't know why." He shrugged.
