Trap Fever Trilogy

by MJ Cannabliss

  “Nice to meet you, I’m Lala,” she said as she shook Aleesha’s hand. “Are you a freshman?” she asked as she put her iPhone away.

  “Yeah, what about you?”

  “Yeah, what high school did you come from?”

  “Cajon, and you?”

  “Rev,” Lala answered, referring to Redlands East Valley High School.

  “Cool beans. You stay on campus?” Aleesha took out a notebook and pencil from her Tory Burch Tote.

  “Yeah, I’m trying it out for the first year. Seeing how it goes. Do you?”

  “Nah, my boyfriend and I have an apartment together.”

  “Oh that’s cool. How long have you guys been together?”

  “Two years and two months.”

  “Aww, high school sweethearts. That’s cute,” Lala said with a friendly smile.

  “Something like that,” Aleesha said, returning the smile, “but thank you. What other classes are you taking this semester?” Lala took out a piece of paper with her schedule on it, and showed it to her. “Oh wow, we have psych together too.”

  “Really? That’s cool. We can have study groups together,” Lala suggested.

  “Sounds like a plan,” Aleesha said as their professor entered the class.

  “Everyone turn your books to page 27, and take out your notes from last class,” the professor instructed.

  “You can borrow my notes from the last class,” Aleesha whispered to Lala.

  “Okay, thanks,” Lala whispered back as she removed her Apple MacBook Pro laptop from her LeSportsac laptop bag.

  After class, Aleesha and Lala decided to walk to their next class together. As they were walking out of the door, Aleesha walked behind Lala, and couldn’t help but notice her body. She was a few inches taller than Aleesha, and was thick like she was from the south. Her form-fitting cheetah print romper drew attention to her hourglass figure. She had big perky breasts, a thin waist, wide hips and a bubble butt so big you could sit a cup on it. Damn, Aleesha thought to herself. She had never been with a girl before, but looking at Lala tempted her.

  They walked to their next class together and made small talk while getting to know each other. After the class, they had lunch together and exchanged numbers. Pretty soon they were hanging out more and more in and out of school, and had quickly developed a close bond. And after 7 short months, they had become best friends.

  One weekend, Lala had plans to go to Arizona to visit some family members. She asked Aleesha to join her, which she was happy to do. It was a mini getaway that both women needed.

  It was a late evening on a Thursday in the middle of April, and they planned on leaving in a few hours. Aleesha had spent the night with Lala the night prior so they could do some last minute errands before leaving, and everything was packed and waiting in Lala’s dorm. They had just come from picking up a rental car at Enterprise, and had stopped at a gas station to fill up the tank. Aleesha was thirsty and wanted to buy something to drink, but couldn’t find her purse. She searched the inside of the car and the trunk, but her purse was nowhere to be found. They went back to Lala’s and she searched around, but she still couldn’t find it. Then she realized she must have left it at home, when she had dropped off her school supplies earlier that day. She thought of calling Savage to meet up with her to bring her the purse, but she remembered she had left her phone in her purse also.

  They arrived at Aleesha’s apartment just as the sun was setting, and the temperature outside was slowly decreasing. Aleesha could see her Kia and Savage’s Durango parked in the car ports, and knew he was home.

  “I’ll be right back,” she told Lala as she stepped out of the car. She walked to her apartment and could hear loud music coming from inside. She knocked hard, loudly, hoping Savage could hear her since her keys were another one of the many items that were in her purse. After a minute of her knocking, Savage still hadn’t come to the door, so she reached on top of the door frame and got the spare key.

  When she walked inside, she saw her Dooney & Bourke Samba satchel sitting on the kitchen counter. There it is. How did I even walk out without my purse? she thought to herself. She began checking to make sure all of her contents were in her purse, when she heard faint moaning coming from the bedroom.

  “Oh yes. Right there,” Aleesha heard a female voice say. She thought Savage was in the room watching a porno and it made her hot, so she decided to have a quickie before hitting the road.

  She walked down the hall and opened the bedroom door, only to find Savage fucking some full-sized dark-skinned chick doggy style. Savage had on gray Polo Ralph Lauren boxers, but the rest of his clothing were in a pile by the bed with the girl’s clothes. They were facing the wall, and couldn’t see or hear that the door had been opened.

  “Oh yes, Savage, right there. Oh fuck!” the girl yelled out.

  Aleesha took a step into the room, grabbed a glass cup off the dresser, and threw it at Savage. She threw it so hard that it whizzed past Savage’s head missing him by an inch; it hit the wall, making it break and shatter everywhere.

  “What the fuck!” Savage and the girl screamed as Savage suddenly turned around.

  Aleesha stood there with her fist balled up, and had the most evil, menacing look on her face. She was ready to attack the girl, but wanted Savage first. She didn’t say anything as she turned around and went into the kitchen.

  “Who the fuck is that?” the girl asked as Savage tossed her clothes to her.

  He didn’t say anything as he ran out to the hallway, only to find Aleesha coming back with a big butcher knife. “Oh shit!” he yelled as he ran back and locked the room door.

  Aleesha got to the door and started banging on it with the knife clenched in her hand. “Open this fucking door, or I’ma kill you and that bitch!” she yelled over the music.

  “Who the fuck is that?” the girl asked again as she quickly got dressed.

  “My girl,” Savage responded, looking fearful. Aleesha was still outside the door, and had started kicking it, trying to get it off the hinges.

  “I thought you didn’t have a girl?” the girl asked.

  Before anyone could get anything else out, Aleesha kicked open the door, and came charging at Savage with the knife.

  “Oh my God!” the girl yelled out as she witnessed what was going on. She had become fearful of her own life and hoped she could make it out of the room alive.

  “You fucking nothing ass nigga!” Aleesha screamed, trying to stab Savage as the girl stood frozen in fear. Savage was able to grab the knife before Aleesha cut him. He restrained her. “Bitch, you got 5 seconds to get the fuck out my place before you end up dead in a ditch!” she yelled at the girl as she looked her right in the eyes.

  The girl took off and ran out of the apartment.

  “Why, Savage?” Aleesha yelled over the music as she broke down and started crying. She released her grip from the knife and it fell to the floor.

  Savage let go of her, threw the knife across the room as he went to turn down the music, and went and sat on the bed. “What you mean, why? Why the fuck is some nigga textin’ you good morning beautiful, talkin’ ‘bout he had a good time seein’ you last night?” he asked with rage in his voice.

  “Are you talking about Cali? That’s fuckin’ Mila’s brother. He was at the kickback last night,” Aleesha explained.

  “So fuckin’ what,” Savage said, disregarding it heatedly. “I don’t give a fuck who the nigga is, or why you was around him.”

  “So you bring some bitch to our apartment, and fuck her in our bed, just because a nigga texted me good morning. Are you fucking kidding me?” she asked him as the tears kept pouring from her eyes.

  “For all I know you did fuck him,” he said, staring at her, showing no regret.

  “How, when I was sitting up texting you all night? Did you forget that shit?”

  “So what? You probably been fuckin’ around with the nigga. I don’t know what the fuck you do when you out wit’ yo hoe ass friends.
”

  “So now all of my friends are hoes.” Aleesha nodded as if she was in agreement with him. “Whatever, Savage. I’ve never cheated on you not once in the whole fucking three years we’ve been together. But you wanna know something, yeah I text other niggas here and there, and yeah there’s niggas lined up waiting for you to fuck up. But unlike all them other hoes you’ve dealt wit’, I’d never disrespect and cheat on you.”

  “Man, whatever,” he said as he looked away and stared at the floor.

  “Yeah, it is whatever,” she said, getting up off the floor. “You ain’t shit. You get calls, texts and all types of other shit all throughout the night from lord knows who, but I’m at fault for one good morning, and because I might or might not have fucked someone,” she said as the tears began to dry up. “You go out all the time, come home late and do a lot of other bullshit I don’t even trip about,” she said, now looking at him with a cold stare. “I know you’ve been cheating on me, but it’s okay for you right, as long as you don’t get caught?”

  Savage didn’t respond to anything she said. He knew he had overreacted when he looked through her cell phone, and knew he messed up even more bringing someone home and fucking her in their bedroom.

  “Yeah, don’t say shit. Fuck you, Savage! I hope you rot in hell. You can keep this fucking apartment. I’ll be moving my shit out when I come back,” Aleesha said before walking out of the room. She grabbed her purse off the counter and was out the door.

  “What took so long?” Lala asked when Aleesha got inside the car. Aleesha couldn’t say anything as she broke down crying. “Leelee, what’s wrong?” Lala asked, trying to comfort her best friend.

  After a few minutes, Aleesha pulled herself together and told her everything that had just transpired.

  “Damn, Leelee, what do you want to do? We don’t have to go to AZ anymore,” Lala told her as she rubbed Aleesha’s shoulder, soothing her.

  “No, we need this. And I’m not about to ruin your plans over some bs. I’ma be over this shit before we get there,” Aleesha said, trying to convince herself. “Fuck him. Let’s just go.”

  “Okay,” Lala said as she began to drive. They took off and were shortly on the I-10 east freeway headed to their destination.

  They made it to Arizona early the next morning. They stopped for breakfast and went to Lala’s relative’s house. They had a full weekend of clubbing, shopping and fun, and were on their way back to California by Sunday evening. When they arrived, Aleesha stayed at Lala’s until the following morning.

  After school on Monday, Aleesha went apartment hunting. She found one that would be available by the end of the week, so she went furniture shopping after she signed a few papers. Since Savage had been paying the rent and bills, Aleesha had thousands of dollars saved up and was able to buy everything she needed for her new place. The furniture was delivered the same day that she moved in, and she had called ahead to have her utilities on that same day as well. But before she got settled in her new spot, she went to her old place to get a few of her things. Thankfully, Savage wasn’t there when she arrived. She packed all of her things up and put them in her car, left the old key on the kitchen counter, and was out the door to start a new chapter in her life.

  Bro’s Before Hoes?

  During his incarceration, Marcus had been contacted through mail by one of Dior’s best friend’s, Noelle. After he wrote her back, they kept writing letters back and forth to each other which led to them developing a serious relationship with one another, even though she had a boyfriend whom she was pregnant by at the time.

  As the summer of 2010 came along and Marcus was finally released from jail, they messed around a few times and fell in love, or so Noelle thought. She left her son’s father to be with him, even though Marcus wanted to keep the relationship low-key, and helped him get an apartment and was even paying the car note on his 2008 Mitsubishi Galant. She ended up losing custody of her son shortly after, and they continued this private relationship until Marcus introduced her to Savage one day, while they were all chilling together at his apartment.

  “So how you two know each other?” Savage asked, digging into some hot wings.

  “She’s Dior’s home girl,” Marcus responded with disinterest. He put his arm around Noelle.

  Savage gave Marcus a look as if asking, Are you hitting that? and Marcus shook his head no. Noelle missed the exchange. She was just sitting with them, quiet. They sat for a few minutes and smoked a blunt, until Marcus received a phone call.

  “Damn, I gotta make this run real quick,” Marcus said as he got up off the couch. He grabbed his keys and started walking toward the door.

  “You want me to come with you, Marcus?” Noelle asked.

  “Nah, you can chill. Unless you wanna come.”

  “I guess I’ll chill.”

  “Okay. I’ma stop and get some more drank and weed too.”

  “Aight, nigga. I’ma roll one up,” Savage replied back, eating his last wing.

  “Shit, y’all smoke that. I’ll just roll one when I get back,” Marcus replied, talking over his shoulder.

  “You sure, nigga?” Savage asked.

  “Yeah I’m sure. I might be a while,” Marcus said as he walked out the door.

  “Aight,” Savage said as he shrugged his shoulders and began rolling up a blunt.

  Savage and Noelle smoked the blunt, as they conversed and got to know each other. “So how y’all two start talkin’?” he asked Noelle as he took a seat next to her on the couch.

  “We don’t talk like that, but I started writing him while he was locked up. We were always cool, and I just thought that was fucked up how Dior did him,” Noelle replied as she stared into his golden brown eyes.

  “Hell yeah,” Savage agreed as he took a hit from the blunt.

  “So I just kept in touch with him so he could have someone there, you know?”

  “I feel you, that’s real as fuck,” he said as he passed her the blunt.

  “Yeah, so what happened with you and that one girl you were with?” she asked, taking a hit from the blunt. “What was her name ... Aleesha?”

  “That’s old news, but how you know about that anyway?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “Believe it or not, your name is out in the streets heavy. Everybody knows who you are and that you two were together,” she said as she passed him the blunt.

  “Damn,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

  “Well, I guess it just depends on how they know you.”

  “Yeah, true. So how do you know me?” Savage asked, taking a long drag from the blunt.

  “From your best friend,” Noelle said with a smirk on her face.

  “Nah, I think you know me some other way,” he replied as a grin crept across his face.

  “Well if you must know ...” She rolled her eyes toward the sky. “You messed around with one of my home girls.”

  “Aww damn, who?” he asked with his attention now fully on her.

  “Diajahnae,” she simply stated.

  “Aww daaammmnnn,” Savage said with a chuckle. “Swear.”

  “I swear. I’ve known her since we was toddlers,” Noelle said with a serious gaze into his eyes.

  “Damn it’s a small world, and I can only imagine what she said about ‘ah nigga,” he said as he hit the blunt.

  “Really, why?”

  “Man ... Her and Leelee got into it while we was at a party one time, and they ended up fightin’ in the street. Shit, we ain’t talked ever since then.”

  “I remember hearin’ about that. I heard Aleesha got hands.”

  “Hell yeah. She cold as fuck,” Savage said, beginning to reminisce about his times with her.

  “Why did y’all break up?” Noelle asked, taking a hit from the blunt.

  “Over some stupid shit,” he said as he shook his head, trying to shake the thought of her out of his mind.

  “I feel you, so did me and my baby d
addy,” she replied, passing him the blunt.

  “Damn, you got a kid?”

  “Yeah, Xavier. He’s one now.”

  “That’s cool. Where he at?”

  “He’s with his daddy, we have split custody so it’s his week to have him,” she lied.

  “Oh okay. So what else did Diajahnae tell you about me?” he asked, reclining in the seat, passing her the blunt.

  “She didn’t say nothin’ bad,” Noelle said as a huge grin spread across her face.

  “Man, don’t do me like that,” Savage said as he sat up. “Tell me.”

  “Well, if you really must know,” Noelle innocently responded. “Nae said you a good dude. You always got some fire ass weed ... and yo sex was bomb,” she said with a giggle.

  Savage just started busting up laughing, and all of a sudden he felt his penis get hard and had a huge erection. He had been staring at Noelle, and she got sexier to him by the minute. She was also a BBW, and her light peanut butter skin seemed to glow from the light in the room. Her 44DD breasts were poking out of her black V-neck t-shirt, and her scrumptious thighs and round ass bulged through her blue jeans. She noticed the look in Savage’s eyes and the swelling in his pants, and since she was attracted to him as well, she decided to act on the gesture.

  Noelle scooted closer to him and whispered in his ear as she rubbed her leg against his leg, “So is what I heard about you true?”

  “I don’t know, there’s only one way to tell,” Savage said as he looked at her.

  “And what way is that?”

  “Meet me in the bathroom to find out,” he said as he got up from off of the couch. He walked to the restroom and shut the door behind him.

  Noelle waited a few seconds before getting up from off the couch. She put the blunt out on the coffee table and walked toward the restroom. As soon as she walked inside, Savage was sitting on the toilet with his shirt off and pants around his ankles.

  “Wow!” she said aloud as soon as she saw his dick. It looked exactly how it had been described.

  Noelle dropped to her knees without warning to see how much of Savage’s member she could fit into her mouth, and she got about six inches in before she started gagging. She grabbed what she couldn’t fit into her mouth with her hand, and started jacking him off as she sucked his dick. It was a basic BJ, but it kept his erection up. After about two minutes, he stopped her and made her stand up and take off her clothes while he put a condom on. He then directed her to sit on his penis, and ride him cowgirl style.