"Stop fucking playing with me. Niggas up in here starin at you like you ain't my lady but.." "Yo lady? Im not yo lady. Remember we ain't together. So whyyyy is you tripping?" I slurred. Nigga must be bipolar, slipped and bumped his head, or something. How I see you with a thottie & don't trip, but you see me in the club dancing and you mad? Blood didn't reply he just hit the locks on his car shoved me in & pulled off."Did I say I was going with you?" He just gave me one of them shut the fuck up looks and kept driving. We was driving so long I doze off. I woke up to him lifting me up & carrying me into his condo. He laid me down on his bed and said "Baby girl we need to talk cuz you fucking with other niggas ain't gone work for me." "so what you saying ," I asked. "In the famous words of pac i don't wanna be ya man I wanna be ya nigga" he replied back . We looke at eachother and shared a laugh.

Jaydi and her best friend, Camilla, have been obsessing over the Hip-hop star Tyga since he first came out. Just like every other one of his female fans, they talk about how cute he is, rave about his music, and wonder what they'd do if ever they met him. But never would they believe that Camilla would come across two tickets to his concert. And never would they believe that backstage, Jaydi would meet the soon-to-be love of her life. (Completed, sequel posted.) ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ɴᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ, ᴅɪsᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴇᴀɴs, ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢ, ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ/ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇʀ, ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀsᴇ ᴏғ ʙʀɪᴇғ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴇᴍʙᴏᴅɪᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴏɴᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇʀᴄɪᴀʟ ᴜsᴇs ᴘᴇʀᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴀᴡ. ғᴏʀ ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴀᴅᴅʀᴇss: ᴀɪsʜᴀᴍᴜғғɪɴ28@ɢᴍᴀɪʟ.ᴄᴏᴍ. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇғʀᴀɪɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴠɪᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴅᴅʀᴇss ɪғ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀ ɪɴǫᴜɪʀɪᴇs ᴘᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

It’s 1998, and a flood of new students are coming into the University of Alabama. The new seniors couldn’t care less, since all they want to do is graduate like the previous class. But everyone seems pretty interested in these freshmen. Who wouldn’t be? They’re the full package—any type of person you can think of, they’re somewhere in the bunch—and they come with a side of drama too. So meet Brian, Travis, Wayne, Nefertiti (aka Neffie), Flo, Hunter, Quincy, and Sabine. They have a lot to offer. Whilst the purpose of college may be to learn, everyone knows that the students don’t care much about that. The true concern is partying, relationships, and getting out all the stupidity they have in them before they crash into adulthood. Essentially, they’re doing everything they are not supposed to. Ladies and gentlemen, these are the college fiends.