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West Side| May 01 Suhailah| Juicey
Pulling in front of ATL Wingz I checked and made sure I had my gun in my purse. Getting out I locked my doors looking around at my surroundings. I was on Bankhead the heart of the hood also my old stomping grounds. Lord knows I missed staying over here but nothing never came good from staying over here. That's why as soon as I started college I got the hell on. Too many bad and good memories that balacned each other out
Entering the lil whole in the wall it wasn't to many people the ones who where sitting where most likely waiting for their food. See in Atlanta we didn't typically eat inside of the wing spot we just ordered and got the food to go
Getting in line I stood behind some man. Looking at his back I looked at his back checking out his fit. A white shirt jeans that where sagging which exposed his Ethika boxers and a pair of 1's that laced his feet . He had on what I would call the typical hood nigga fit cause every nigga wore this fit but maybe swap the 1's out for some forces
I guess he felt me burning a hole in his backside cause he turned around looking at me. My eyebrows knitted together trying to figure out why he looked familiar as fuck. I just couldn't pin pont from where though.
"Wassup Juicey " my name flowed through his lips like he had knew me for a long ass time but I was still stuck on trying to figure out where I knew him from
"It's K girl stop playing" Ain't no fucking way it couldn't be. The K I knew didn't look like this from what I remember he didn't look this damn good. "Kadir " I stood there still trying to figure out if this was the same nigga from 4 years ago.
This one now had golds, tattoos that adored his neck and arms, and a low cut with waves deep enough to drown a bitch. His chocolate complexion was still smooth and pretty looking. Damn what happend to scrunchy as K that use to eat me out and buss nigga heads for me, this was a grown man I was looking at.
I swear this couldn't be the same nigga that I was willingly to kill a bitch over an the funny thing is we never had no titles but folks still knew not to fuck with mines.
Ain't no way I was starting at my first love after all these years in the chicken wing spot
"Stop playing stupid Juicey and give me a hug" pulling me in for a hug his hand went to my ass, wrapping my arms around him I took in his scent. He still wore the same Dolce and Gabanna colgne from back in the day. He held me for a lil bit before pulling away
"How you been shawty" his tongue swiped over his plump bottom lip
"Good going to school and work" before he got to speak the person behing the counter signaled the next person "Gone and order Phat" the mention of the nick name made my stomach flutter as I remember where he got it from
