I didn't want to trap a player (Urban Romance)

Catch me in my birthday suit!

I woke up to my phone ringing and it was Papi.

“Is everything okay Papi?” I asked in worry.

He reassured me that everythings fine and added, “Anaya started pushing herself to crawl today and your mother says hello.” He continued making me laugh.

“What did mami do?” I asked her only calls her ‘Your Mother’ when she’s annoyed him.

“Telling me I put too much salt in my sauce and she no listen just yappidy yap about Scandal and all these American shows.”He huffed and made me laugh at.

“Scandal is bomb dad, but I’ll call you guys back after my classes and that today, tell Anaya mummy loves her.”

“Okay Ali’ do you want me to tell her Papi too?” He snickered and I rolled my eyes and just cut the line, this man won’t give up until he cracks the case of Anaya’s dad.

I jumped in the shower and after put on my grey jumper and leggings with some converses, my parents sent down my car literally yesterday evening so I drove for just 3minutes to the part of the campus where my class was, it was walking distance but the rain in New Orleans was heavy like showers. In class we were studying Journalism Studies so it was pretty straight forward for me to get on with.

After class I was scoping the halls to get to the library to borrow a book where I bumped into Quentin and Tyson play fighting in the media section, “What ya’ll playing at?” I asked and Tyson shrugged his shoulders.

“He try play me and think I’d find it funny” He stated and huffed at Quentin who started laughing.

“Ya’ll crazy” I commented and began looking for my book.

“Where you going after this?” Quentin asked me.

“Home. Got a assignment to do”

“Well it’s big head’s birthday on the 5th of October so you invited to our house gathering Thursday night” Tyson said making me laugh.

“Well... My birthday’s the 5th too so I might go out with my girl” I said leaving with my book and leaving Quentin looking surprised

**

I laid on my bed listening to Trey Songz – Disrespectful ft Mila J

I don’t care none of these uh

none of these uh

I don’t care none of these uh

none of these uh

I don’t care about nobody, but you.

Boy you so special.

“Ya’ll niggas got no class, no respect... no shit!” Shanae shouted making a dramatic entrance and the new boy of the month trailing behind.

“Baby I’m sorry” he whimpered like a puppy, I felt to hug him.

Shanae shook her finger and neck almost in sync to his apology, she hates the word sorry; Dang, I wish I had popcorn, “Uh uh nigga, you think sorry gon’ fix shit, na don’t looking for love no mo’ you betta’ not contact me again or I’ll find some real niggas to come for you and yo’ stank-ASSSSSSS hoes.” Yeah she ghetto, she don’t play.

“Them hoes ain’t got nothing on you.”

“Yeah I’m bad you prol’ won’t find a bitch like me again, me and them hoes won’t ever be in the same lane but you still went for them so come out of my house, my face and my life nigga” She said and walk him out the door not forgetting to slam it after him.