Stay Ready

♠♠Chapter 2♠♠

"I'm learning not to judge a woman by the shit that she wears

Therefore, you shouldn't judge a nigga off of the shit that you hear

Get all defensive, apprehensive, all because my career

To be fair, I know we barely know each other."

In the Morning-- J.Cole

The night ran smoothly I guess. I learned a lot about the group. They all cool as fuck. Especially Smoke. I found out A and Dawn are in a relationship, a very cute one might I add. They're both funny as hell. Dawn cool people. Princess, come to find out, likes girls. Honestly... that's a waste of pretty girl to me. But hey, that ain't my business. She's a sweetheart but she crazy as hell. Kandi on the other hand... I've come to the conclusion she wants Smoke... but the nigga don't want her. It's funny honestly. Wes is like the chill, laid back one. He's also the oldest. Stripe is the baby of the group, he acts like the kid brother. Overall I'm getting a good vibe from them. We laughed, smoked and drank the rest of the night.

"Aye man, what time it is?" Smoke asked, throwing his arm over my shoulder.

I brought the red cup up to my lips, taking a sip.

"Bout 2:35." Kandi chimed.

"Ah shit!" I exclaimed, remembering where I was supposed to be.

"I gotta head out." I spoke, getting up.

"Why so soon ma?" Smoke stood also, smiling.

"I was supposed to be back by twelve. I'm extra late." I said, walking towards the exit.

"Aight, lemme give you a ride." he offered, passing his blunt to Kandi.

"Okay I guess. I'm out y'all!" I exclaimed, walking out. I stopped on the curb, waiting for Smoke to let me know which was his.

"The Range." He smirked, unlocking the door.

My mouth dropped in awe as I approached the beautiful Range Rover. I reached for the handle, to open the door, but he beat me to it. His hand brushing over my own, gently. I looked away to hide my red flushed cheeks. I'm not light but I'm surely not dark and it's common for my blush to be seen. I slid into the car and let him close my door. I buckled my seatbelt as he jogged around to the driver's side and hopped in. He started the car and we drove off.

"So Dexy Wexy..." he started. I couldn't stop myself from bursting into laughter at the name that he gave me.

"Dexy Wexy?" I questioned, still giggling.

"Yeah," he chuckled "As I was saying, Dexy Wexy, where you from?"

"Opelousas." I replied.

"Oh, coo.. Why you come down here to da N.O?" I shifted uncomfortably.

"You sure do ask a lot of questions Mr. Smoke." I tried to change the subject.

"Just trynna get to know you ma. I'll shut up then." he chuckled, throwing his hands up in a surrendering motion.

"Keep your hands on the wheel!" I exclaimed.

"Or what?" he smiled, taking his hands off the wheel and proceding to drive with his knees.

"Boy if I die, imma come back and kill yo ass!" I chuckled.

"Yeah okay, sure Wexy."

I shook my head, he was really something else. I turned up the radio a little so I could hear what was playing. I smiled and turned it up when I heard No Type by Rae Sremmad playing.