Just Friends

Sage was never the type to trust a nigga. In her eyes, they were all dogs just tryna get they nut off, and being a senior in college and a well known hairstylist on the side, she had absolutely no time for the bullshit. Upon meeting Quentin, she thought he was just like the rest. She knew he was used to bitches kissing the ground he walked on because he was one of biggest drug dealers in Brooklyn. He had it all; his own condo, foreign cars, and the one thing that made these bitches thirsty: money. None of that phased Sage though because if nothing else, she was independent and always held her own.

Quentin was a pretty muthafucka and he knew it. He was cocky as fuck and an asshole who could get a bitch the drop them draws in a second. Growing up in the streets made him cold hearted and he ain't have no love for these hoes. However, he could tell that Sage was different. She had a smart ass mouth and spoke her mind no matter what. He knew he couldn't play with her head like he could any other bitch and he liked that. At first he just wanted to smash but he soon realized that Sage had the type of vibe you can't find just anywhere.

Read along as Sage and Quentin unexpectedly become the best of friends. But of course JUST friends.. right?