Shootout

(09) Wendy's

     "Oh you decided to pick me up on time?" I said sarcastically, hopping into the passengers seat of my car as Bryson is picking me up from campus.

     "Ha ha. Very funny." He responded sarcastically too. "You hungry?" He asked, placing his hand on my seat and turning his head around to back out of the parking space.

     "Starving."

     "Whatchu tryna eat?" He asked, putting the car in drive and begins to start driving.

     "Wendy's sounds good."

     "Ew you eat that nasty shit?"

       "Well you asked me what I wanted. And that's what I want."

He chuckled. "You lucky I just ate."

He makes his way to Wendy's as he blast his playlist from his phone that is plugged into the aux cord.

We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my brother
You gotta feel it, lil hustler
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my nigga
You gotta feel it, lil nigga

As we pulled up to the Wendy's drive thru, we were behind a lot of cars.

"Who was that bitch you was fucking earlier this morning?" I asked curiously.

"Damn, why she gotta be a bitch?" He chuckled.

"Nigga you call everybody a bitch. Why can't I call her one?"

"I wasn't fuckin' nobody this mornin'"

"Yes the fuck you were. You was fuckin' some Spanish bitch. I heard her in the background calling you 'papiiiii' I moaned to mock her, causing Bryson to laugh. "And she said something in Spanish."

"Shorty was bad as hell." He said with a smirk on his face as he reminisced. "And she was thick as fuck with some big ass titties." He licked his lips.

"So y'all was fuckin'?"

"Why's that your business ma?" He looked over at me. "You want some of this daddy dick too?" He teased.

"Ewwww." I busted out in laugher.

"I made you jealous?" He teased, poking my stomach playfully.

"Boy you wish." I rolled my eyes. "But I still can't believe you made me late for school just because you was tryna get some pussy. You promised me you would be on time."

"Damn bruh, you still on that?" He sucked his teeth. "I ain't make you late on purpose. My fault."

"Yeah your fault." I rolled my eyes.

He pulled up to the window once the car in front of us finally moved up.

"Whatchu want?" He asked.

"A four for four. I want the bacon cheese burger, and sprite."

"How may I help you?" The lady through the ordering screen asked."

"Lemme get a fo fo fo." Bryson said.

"What kind?"