“I told you I had to pee, and I poured me another drink,” Aleesha said as she sat down next to her friend. “Wassup y’all?” she said, acknowledging the men surrounding them.
“Shit, wassup with you?” one of the guys asked, checking her out. He had green eyes, and was light-skinned with wavy, natural curls. He was about six foot and didn’t look anything over 170 pounds, but he was toned. He didn’t have a shirt on, and was one of the few guys that wore swim trunks instead of basketball shorts.
“Nothing much,” Aleesha responded back, taking a drink from her cup. Everyone continued to chit chat and listen to the music, enjoying the company of their peers. “Where’s Trey?” she asked Milasia, noticing the host of the party wasn’t in attendance.
“He went to get some more drinks and some trees, I guess,” Milasia responded.
“Shit, y’all tryna blow one right now?” the same guy who had been checking Aleesha out asked.
“Shit, I’m down,” Milasia said, hopping up.
“Sure,” Aleesha obliged, following behind her friend.
They found their way to the front yard and followed the stranger to a 2000 Ford Expedition. Milasia and Aleesha hopped in the backseat while the man got in the driver seat.
“So what’s your name?” Milasia inquired. “We don’t usually just hop in niggas’ cars we don’t know.”
“Marcus,” he responded while lighting the blunt.
“Oh okay, I’m Milasia, but you can call me Mila. And this is my girl Leelee,” she said, pointing at Aleesha.
“It’s nice to meet y’all.” He took two hits from the blunt.
“Nice to meet you too,” the two ladies replied in unison. He held the smoke in until he began to cough. He exhaled and passed the blunt to Milasia, as he continued to cough from the weed smoke.
“So wassup wit’ it, how y’all get invited?” Marcus asked once he caught his breath. Aleesha didn’t notice how high-pitched his voice was until now, and it made her laugh a little on the inside.
“We know Trey, the host,” Milasia responded, puffing on the purple haze. She passed the blunt to Aleesha as she began coughing.
“Oh that’s wassup. Why you so quiet back there beautiful?” Marcus asked Aleesha flirtatiously, staring at her through the rearview mirror. Aleesha paid attention to the shots he had been throwing at her, and even though he was cute, for some reason she felt weird being around him. Plus, she could tell that Milasia already had her eye on him.
“No reason,” she responded with smoke still in her mouth. She inhaled it into her throat and held the smoke in her lungs until she began to cough. She released the smoke and hit the blunt again before passing it back to Marcus.
“So, how old are you?” Milasia asked Marcus. “You look hella young,” she added, trying to get the attention back on herself.
“I’m grown,” he responded with an amused smile. Taking a hit from the blunt, he said, “How old are y’all?”
“I asked you first.” Milasia was flirting now. Marcus passed her the blunt. She took a hit and passed it to Aleesha.
“I’m 16,” he said, lying about his age as he looked at her through the rearview mirror. He wouldn’t be 16 for another few months.
“No you not,” she said, leaning closer to him to get a better look at his face.
“I put that on everything I love,” he said as he turned around in the seat to face her.
“Okay, I see you. So whose whip is this?” she asked, looking around the car.
“Mine. Who else’s would it be?” he asked as Aleesha passed him the blunt.
“It could be yo mom’s, or yo girl’s.”
“Nah this all me,” he said, inhaling the purp.
“You got a job?” Milasia was drilling him with the questions.
“Shit, something like that. How old are y’all?” he asked as he began to choke off of the weed smoke. It took him a few seconds before he caught his breath again.
“I’m 18, and she’s about to be the same age as you,” Milasia answered once his attention was back on her.
“Oh alright, that’s wassup,” he said, taking another hit from the blunt. Just then, a black ‘82 Chevy Impala with 28-inch red and black Lexani Johnson rims was seen and heard coming from around the corner.
“Damn, who the hell is that?” Milasia asked, admiring the car as it pulled up in front of the house.
“Oh, that’s the homie. C’mon we gone match this wit’ ‘em,” Marcus said as he ashed out the blunt.
Everyone got out of Marcus’s car and approached the Impala. The driver of the Impala shut it off, then he and the passenger hopped out.
“Wassup y’all,” Trey said, getting out the passenger side as everyone surrounded the car.
“Wassup, Trey,” Milasia answered back, smiling at Trey. Trey was five-foot-nine, dark skinned and had corn rolls. He wasn’t the best looking guy, but that didn’t stop Milasia. She was always flirting and wanted everyone’s attention on her, regardless if she liked them or not.
Aleesha was speechless as she stared at the driver of the car. He was six-foot-three, had caramel brown skin, golden brown eyes, and a perfectly trimmed goatee. His dreads went to the middle of his back, but they were up in a ponytail. He had the physique of an athlete—his muscles protruded and glistened with sweat, and his whole upper torso was covered with tattoos. He and Trey both wore basketball shorts and Vans.
“Damn, Aleesha, you can’t speak?” Trey asked, noticing her staring at his friend.
“My bad. Wassup, Trey, thanks for inviting us,” she said as she walked up and gave him a hug.
“We was just blowin’,” Marcus chimed in, “y’all tryna match?”
“Hell yeah. Follow me to the garage,” Trey told him.
All five of them headed into the garage, going in through the side door. The larger garage door had been bolted to the ground to stay shut, and the room had been transformed into a den. Carpet covered the floor, there was a mini bar to the back of the room, a big screen TV against the larger door, a black leather loveseat across from it, and a ping pong table was against one of the walls. The ladies took a seat on the couch, while the men pulled up chairs. Marcus sparked his blunt back up, while the other two men rolled one up. Everyone sat in silence and listened to the muffled music that was coming from the backyard, as they smoked the blunt that had been lit.
“Y’all want anything to drink?” Trey asked the ladies as he finished rolling his blunt.
“Nah, I’m good,” Aleesha responded, putting her cup in the air.
“What you drinkin’ on?” the guy with the dreads asked her as he finished rolling his blunt.
“Henny,” Aleesha responded with a smile.
“That’s my shit. You sharin’?”
“Nah, I don’t usually share cups with people I don’t know,” she said as she took a sip from her cup while eyeing him.
“We can always change that,” he said with a smile, showing off his dazzling sparkling white teeth. Everyone in the room sensed the flirtation between the two.
“Damn, nigga, light the blunt,” Marcus said, trying to cock block.
They all cracked jokes and talked as they put the two remaining blunts into rotation, until they were both roaches.
“Aight, c’mon y’all,” Trey said, getting up and walking toward the door, making everyone else follow.
As everyone was leaving the garage, the guy with the dreads gently clutched Aleesha’s arm and pulled her back inside. “So what’s good?” he asked, looking at her with a soft seductive smile.
“I don’t know, you tell me,” Aleesha replied as she looked up at him, getting lost in his golden brown eyes. The smell of Axe body spray and coconut oil engulfed him, and it attracted her to him even more.
“Shit, I’m tryna get to know you better.”
“Well, that would be nice if I knew your name.”
“My bad, I’m Savage,” he said, extending his hand out to her.
“I’m Aleesha, but you c
an call me Leelee,” she said, shaking his hand. “What’s your real name?” she asked.
“Let me take you out and I’ll tell you,” he replied back.
“How about you tell me, and then I’ll decide if you can take me out,” she said, still staring into his eyes.
“Oh, you feisty, I like that.” Then he whispered his government name in her ear.
“Your name is cute. Why do you go by Savage?”
“Thanks,” he said with a slight laugh, “and I go by Savage cuz I’m a beast out here in these streets.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah. So can I take you out?”
“Maybe,” Aleesha responded, not trying to sound too easy.
“Oh, now it’s a maybe?” Savage asked with the same seductive smile, stepping closer to her. The way his dreads were pinned up seemed to make him look even taller.
“Yeah, it depends on where you’re trying to take me.”
“Shit, I’ll take you wherever you wanna go,” he said, pulling out a stack of cash.
She knew right then that he was a street pharmacist, a hustler. She usually didn’t talk to “bad boys,” but his persona intrigued her. “That’s nice, but I have my own money. There’s something different about you that I like, though.”
“So you gone let me take you out, right?”
“Yeah, but you gone need my number first.”
They exchanged numbers right before Marcus walked back in. “Wassup, nigga?” Savage playfully asked him.
“Shit, I was comin’ to holla at you but I see y’all busy,” Marcus said with a look of disappointment on his face.
“Nah, we was just finna join the party,” Savage said as they all exited the garage.
“So, how long have you guys known each other?” Aleesha asked. She was sensing a weird vibe coming from Marcus, but she couldn’t tell what it was.
“Shit, I’ve known this ugly-ass nigga since we was like 10,” Savage said, joking around with his best friend.
“Nigga, I know you ain’t talkin’. I pull way more bitches than you,” Marcus joked back. The two continued throwing shots at each other until they reached the backyard. Aleesha parted ways with them and went over by the barbeque grill where Milasia was once again surrounded by a group of guys.
“Damn hoe, I can’t even leave you for ten minutes without you being in some nigga’s face,” Aleesha said with a giggle as she approached Milasia.
“Bitch, shut up.” Milasia waved a paper plate in Aleesha’s face. “I was coming over here to get some food.”
“Uh huh,” Aleesha replied. “What time are we leaving? This shit’s weak,” she stated, looking around at the partygoers.
“I know, shit if you ready we can leave right now, let me just finish makin’ this plate.” Milasia scooped baked beans on her plate. “You not gone make you one?” she asked as she stopped and looked up at Aleesha for a quick second.
“Nah, my momma cooked,” Aleesha responded, staring at the food with disgust.
“Cooked what?” Milasia asked, completely stopping what she was doing as she turned around to face Aleesha, with her plate still in her hand.
Aleesha’s answer was blank. “Gumbo.”
“Are you serious?” Milasia looked upset. “You wasn’t gone tell me and was finna let me leave here with this burnt ass barbeque,” she said, making Aleesha and the men around them laugh.
“You didn’t ask,” Aleesha answered, still laughing.
“You triflin’.” Milasia threw the plate in the trash can closest to them.
“Shut up and c’mon,” Aleesha said, hurrying her up.
***
Milasia drove Aleesha home in her 2005 Acura TSX and had dinner with her and her family. They hung out for a little while after that, until Aleesha was ready to call it a night. As she was walking Milasia to her car, she received a call from Savage.
“Hey,” she said, answering her Blackberry Pearl as a huge smile spread across her face, which didn’t go unnoticed by Milasia.
“Who is that?” Milasia mouthed to her as they continued to walk.
“I’ma call you right back, okay?” Aleesha said into the phone. “It was Savage,” she said, answering Milasia back as she hung up the phone.
“Who?” Milasia asked, looking dumbfounded.
“Savage, the guy with the dreads from earlier.”
“Damn, when did you get his number? He was fine as fuck.”
“I know right,” Aleesha said with a laugh, “but after we smoked with them.”
“Oh, I was wonderin’ where yo ass went.”
“Uh huh.” Aleesha looked at her. “Yo ass was too busy all up in everybody else face,” she said, stopping at Milasia’s car, standing by the passenger side door.
“Whatever, bitch,” Milasia said as she approached her car’s driver side door. “His friend was cute too. If he wasn’t so young I would fuck him.” She got in the car, started it up and rolled down the passenger window.
“That ain’t ever stopped yo ass before,” Aleesha replied as she bent down into the car.
“Whatever, that was one time. And he had a dick like a grown ass man,” Milasia said, putting Crime Mob’s “Hated on Mostly” CD into her car stereo.
“So hoe,” Aleesha said jokingly, “he was 15.”
“So, I was fuckin’ niggas over 18 when I was that age,” Milasia said back. And she was serious.
It made Aleesha giggle. “Yeah, they were child molesters just like you.”
“Bitch, don’t play me. And ain’t you talkin’ to a nigga that’s 26?” Milasia stared at Aleesha with her serious face.
“You playin’ yo’self. And so what? Me and Sincere only talk. I’m not fucking him.”
“That’s cuz he’s yo brother’s friend. If DJ found out, he would beat yo ass and kill him.”
“Shut up.”
“You know I’m tellin’ the truth. Anyways, I need to get up outta here. Have fun talkin’ to yo new boo,” Milasia said as she skipped through the CD until she got to “Rock Yo’ Hips.” She turned up the volume and started dancing to the song in her seat.
“You know I will. Bye hoochie,” Aleesha said, before backing away from the car. She watched Milasia drive away before she hurriedly walked into the house. She went straight in her room and called Savage back and they stayed up talking on the phone for the rest of the night.
They continued to talk on the phone every day, and a week later, Savage picked Aleesha up from school to take her out. He opened and closed the door for her like a true gentleman as she got into the Impala.
“So where are we going?” she asked once he was inside the car with her.
“You hungry?” he asked her back as he began driving.
“Yeah, a little.”
She was admiring the car. The whole interior was red with black trim, from the seats to the steering wheel, and everything was original on the dashboard except for the new high-end stereo that was installed.
“Aight, roll this up,” he said, passing her some weed, a Swisher Sweet, and a CD case to use as a surface.
“I don’t know how,” she answered, slightly embarrassed.
“Are you serious? How you smoke and don’t know how to roll?”
“I don’t smoke like that. But when I do, whoever I’m smoking with always rolls up.”
“I feel you, shit it ain’t that hard. Break down the weed and gut the swisher,” he told her as she began to follow his instructions. “Aight, lick the inside of the Swisher, and put the weed in it.”
“Why lick it?” she asked, confused.
“It’ll burn slower.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he answered her. She licked the inside of the blunt, pinched the weed off the CD case, and spread it evenly in the Swisher. “Aight lemme see it,” he said, reaching for the blunt. She handed him the Swisher and he started steering the car with his knees.
“Oh, you a real pro at this huh?” she asked, admiring his talent.
“Shit, you gotta learn to do it movin’. I don’t usually have a beautiful girl in the car to do it for me,” he said, flattering her. “Aight, you want the weed to form with the blunt when you roll it, so you do a halfway tuck and roll the weed with the Swisher. You see how it compresses and forms into like a cylinder,” he said, showing her the weed. “Now all you gotta do is tuck the rest and it practically rolls up by itself, and you just lick it as you finish rollin’ it at the end to keep the Swisher stuck together,” he said as he finished rolling the blunt. “Yo turn,” he told her, handing her another Swisher.
She gutted the swisher into the ashtray and did the same beginning process. She put the weed in the Swisher and began rolling it.
“Like this?” she asked, nervously trying to finish rolling up the cigar.
“Yeah, you got it,” he told her as he glanced at what she was doing. She finished rolling the blunt and handed it back to him. “The last thing to always remember about smokin’, is baking the blunt. You don’t wanna be smokin’ nobody’s saliva, and it makes it burn slow too.” He took out a lighter and showed her how to dry the blunt.
They smoked both blunts, went to grab a quick bite to eat, and rolled around until they went cosmic bowling later that night.
When it was time for Aleesha to go home, Savage wasn’t ready to take her. “Why don’t you ask yo mom to spend the night at one of yo friend’s house and stay wit’ me tonight?” he asked as they got in the car.
“One, because my mom ain’t dumb. She knows that I’m out with you, and she don’t play that shit,” Aleesha stated. “And two, because I’ve only known you for like a week.”
“Shit, I can’t argue with that,” he replied, kind of disappointed. He was hoping he would be able to take her home and lay his pipe down, but he respected her decision. They rode in silence until they pulled up to Aleesha’s house. “So, when you gone let me take you out again?” he asked. Even though he was upset that he wouldn’t be getting him any that night, he was really feeling her and wanted something more.
“Whenever, just hit me up,” she said as she grabbed her Betsey Johnson mini backpack.
“Aight,” he said before getting out of the car to do his gentlemanly duty. He ran around to the other side and opened Aleesha’s door for her, and she got out of the car and gave him a hug. He wrapped his arms around her and gently hugged her back.
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