Encounter

ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ɢᴀᴍᴇs.

——— Zaire's POV ———

Things got a little awkward with me and Mahalia last night. She was high as hell and one of my homeboys kept trying to take advantage of her. I'm glad I was there because those females were not gone stop him. From what I was told, she was saying she wanted it. In my opinion, if you know a girl gets sexual when she is high and you give her weed just for that, you're a rapist.

I didn't even like Mahalia like that because I was broken inside and every girl that I tried loving ended up just wanting me for my money. That doesn't mean I was gone let him fuck her though. I thought that's what I wanted when I saw her in Mcdonald's but then I remembered how innocent every last one of my ex's looked. I noticed she had a huge bandage on her cheek so I'm guessing that's why she was mad when she gave me the weed. That still wasn't no reason to hurt my lil feelings like that. She was now upstairs in my room asleep tangled in some sheets. I slept in my niece's room so she wouldn't wake up and suspect anything.

Speaking of my niece, I had to go and talk to her Dad. All Elliot wanted was a connection with her Dad but she was too young to hear the truth. I was hoping that one day, her mother would reveal to her the actual truth. Until then, I would just have to keep a strong, positive attitude for Elliot. Today was the day that I had her for the week then she'd go back home.

After I'd drop her off at my house I always managed to find a baby sitter last minute because I had a job that I needed to run which involved Elliot's Dad, Richard. Richard was a horrible man, a man who nobody wanted to fuck with. Before he started fucking with my sister, he was hoeing bitches left and right. He already had a son with somebody else, and then Elliot came with my sister. Him and me were about the same age when Richard ass got caught selling dope on the back of a station-wagon.
So every since he's been away, me and his son been running the dope business until he got back.

I heard shuffling in my other room and I knew it must've been Mahalia. She opened the door slowly and peaked her head out before seeing me staring at her. It's crazy how I just met this chick like a week or two ago and here she was sleeping in my bed. I made a mental note to wash my sheets later on today because no telling what she had. I wasn't tryna be disrespectful but super cautious.

"Hey, good morning.. I'm sorry for crashing here. I made your bed for you and stuff. Did we do anything last night because I remember flirting with you in the kitchen." She held her head low and her voice was barely a squeak. She prolly was ashamed at how her body look but she wasn't bad looking.. just not my type.

"Nah, shorty. That was one of my homeboys messing around. I'm sorry you thought that was me doing that, but imma be honest with you." I sighed deeply and got up looking her over, she looked nervous and prepared for bad news.

"You're not my type. I'm into slimmer, taller girls. That day at McDonald's, when I laid my eyes on you, I swear I thought you were skinny from the clothes you wore and how they fit you. I was honestly just gone tap that. I admit, I'm a hothead, but after what I've been through, even if I did like you like that, I was just gone dog you. So, whatever you have in your mind of me and you, forget it." I tried saying all this as softly as I could to avoid hurting her female feelings. I knew how females were and every last one of them would just cry and cry.

We stared at each other for about three minutes nonstop. I was ready for a punch,  kick, a slap, shit something. She continued looking at me and fixed her clothes on her body. See now, I was getting worried and I felt uncomfortable. Instead of the tears I thought were gonna fall, she busted out straight laughing at me dawg.

"Wait..." She caught her breath before laughing again. "You really-" She slapped her knee and fell out on the floor laughing before getting up and gaining her composure. "N*gga you really thought you did some, huh? You right though, I did think some thing could've worked out between us. You seemed nice after I met you and you were generous enough to bring me my ID tag. Your smile and that lil lip licking shit that you been doing got to me." She paused and took a deep breath.

"But you will never, ever hurt my feelings. I've been through more shit than you couldn't even fucking imagine! That me sitting in yo' lap shit was kinda fucking odd if you ain't want a relationship. Don't nobody just do that. And as for that sweet little girl I saw with you in McDonald's that day, I hope she knows what kinda man you are. We might not have fucked, but ion even want to be friends with you, Zaire. Not after the foul shit you just said. With upmost disrespect, fuck you."

——— Mahalia's POV ———

After what happened with Zaire, I slammed his front door after getting my bag of weed, my phone and shoes and that good ass food I cooked last night. There were much more better ways to tell someone you didn't like them. It's not how he spoke, it's how he said the words. As if I was the one that needed him. Boy kiss my ass! I don't have time for nobody to be fucking playing games.

I'm a grown ass woman, we either fucking or we ain't. We too grown for shit like that. Petty ass shit! I drove straight home and locked my front door behind me. I locked my car doors too and placed the leftovers in my fridge. He wasn't getting that pot back either. I took off these dirty clothes I had on and placed the black biker shorts in the colored clothes and the whites in the white clothes. It was easier to sort them that way for me rather than having to take all of them out.

I turned the knob on hot to take a hot shower to release some steam. I wasn't that type to cry in the shower unless I was hurt hurt. I'm a thug at heart, n*gga must've thought he did some shit. I put my afro into four plaits before putting a shower cap on, and getting into the shower. I let it run down my face for a while before I actually started scrubbing with my loofa. A little hair was growing back so I softly shaved my paradise and cleaned her too.

I was in the shower for thirty minutes an after getting out, I wrapped my fluffy robe around my body and cleaned up the bath tub. I took the shower cap off my head and threw it away and got a big towel to dry my body off. Work started at 6:30am but that's when I left Zaire's crib so I called and let my manager know I was gone clock in late because of family emergencies. After I lotioned my entire body I put on a tampon and pad and some comfortable underwear because my period had came on in the shower and she was heavy. I'm never one to have an attitude during my period but I do eat a lot of sweets when she's on. I washed my hands and changed the dirty bandage on my face.

I slid some tampons and pads in a purse and then put on my uniform which was some black skinny jeans, the Dominos uniform shirt and some Nike black running shoes. I put my hair into a low ponytail and placed my work cap on my head. After I was ready I put deodorant on and brushed my teeth and said a quick prayer of strength and protection as I left out the door.

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Hey, guys! So I'm sorry if this chapter is boring but I really feel like Zaire did our girl wrong.
Be safe & Beautiful.

✨Kia