pretty girls like drug dealers | blueface | completed

wait it out

Meechie pov

I looked down at the girl who was giving me head, watching her struggle to make me cum.

It wasn't her fault, I just wasn't feeling it. Ava text me yesterday and now my head was fucked up.

She hadn't hit me in months not even responding to the messages I sent her. When I saw her yesterday in the mall, I wanted to make her come home with me. By the look on her face, I knew I wouldn't have to try too hard.

I missed her but I wasn't finna be on her time like a bitch, so Ian text back.

Looking down again, I realized my dick was growing soft. I sighed and moved away from the girl's mouth.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Nothin'."

Still on her knees, she peered up at me, "Wanna do an X?"

"Ion need no pills to get my dick hard. I just ain't feeling it." I said irritated.

She reached up to try to touch me but I moved away, "What you finna do?" I asked.

"What you mean?"

"Ian in the mood right now. So what you finna do?"

She looked at me, "You don't wanna have sex so you're putting me out?"

"Ian say it like that, but if that's how you see it then coo."

"Wow." She said standing and going to gather her clothes, "You really ain't shit."

I watched her put her clothes on and storm out of the room. Why do I always find the sentimental hoes, I wondered.

I got back in the bed and contemplated if I should text Ava back now. I still loved the hell outta her, but Trey told me I needa give her space.

That nigga the relationship whisperer so I listened. Maybe it worked 'cause she finally hit me.

Quent said I should just say fuck it and move on to some different hoes. I tried that and it ain't work. Bitches be irritating tryna be under me all the time.

I need to get out this house, I thought sitting up.

I put on some joggers, a t-shirt and some shoes before going downstairs.

Going in the garage, I got in my car driving to Trey's house.

Bri was doing way better. She ended up not needing surgery since the pills they prescribed alleviated the swelling. She had been home for weeks now.

She never saw the person who kidnapped her but I finally found the nigga who was behind all the shit that went down.

The dude who called me to the docks where we found Bri set it up.

Quent helped me put the pieces together, pointing out that it was really convenient that he just so happened to see a crackhead down there.

I hit the same technician from before and asked him to hack his phone records. They showed that he was also near my house that night.

It made sense since him and Joe used to hang and they both knew where my crates were. He wouldn't tell me why he did it, talkin' bout he ain't know shit.

That was a lie seeing as since I killed him ain't shit else went down.

I still wanted to know what the hell would have them that mad at me that they'll fuck with my people but it is what it is.

Trey was out back when I got to his house smoking a blunt.

"Lemme hit that hoe." I said sitting down.