“That boy is old news,” she replied. “His dick game was mad whack.”
Keya was a super freak. She was seventeen years old and already fucked crazy niggas. She loved fucking with other people’s men and then beating their asses when they stepped to her. She is 5’8’’ with dark mahogany skin and loves wearing long weaves. She has an ordinary face, but her body is banging: Big tits, small waist and a big ass. Sister is thick in all the right places and niggas were always drooling over her body.
Daisy on the other hand was a different story. She has been with the same nigga since she was thirteen and their drama filled relationship is continuing on five years now. They lived together and had a one year old daughter, but that dude was always cheating on her. She had bitches calling her phone and shit saying they got a baby by her man and she still wouldn’t leave his ass alone. She was my girl and I loved her, but that chick was too damn in love in my book. Dude had her self-esteem mad low calling her fat and ugly all the time so he could do her dirty and she’d still stick around. Yeah, my girl is on the thick side being that she’s only 5’4” and one hundred and ninety pounds, but home girl had a real pretty face. Light brown skin, with big brown eyes, high cheekbones and some sexy pink lips.
“What’s up with your boo?” Daisy asked me.
“Girl please, that nigga ain’t my dude,” I sucked my teeth. “I kicked his ass to the curb.”
I had been kicking it with a Hustler name Von for almost two months, until about two weeks ago I got a call from his baby mama. She was boasting that they were still an item and that he was always dropping by her house and hitting it. I didn’t get mad or anything, I just told old girl to call him up on the three- way and I stayed quiet and listened to her grill him about me. Dude was telling her he wasn’t messing with me and how I was just some young chick who was obsessed with him. So I just told that fool to lose my number. He has been calling and texting my phone ever since, but I ain’t got nothing to say to him. I was just glad I didn’t give him my virginity, because I really was feeling homeboy and knew I would have given it up if his baby mama didn’t call me and let me in one the four-one-one. In my opinion Von was trying to turn me into his side chick and I’m way too fly for that shit.
Everyone calls me Angel but my government is Simone Angel Silver. I have a caramel complexion that turns golden under the summer sun, long thick wavy black hair with brown highlights and cut in layers stopping mid back. I have hazel green eyes, high cheek bones, a small straight nose and some sexy pouty pink lips. I’m 5’6’’ with long legs, 36D boobs, a real small waist and a big high booty. I knew I was mad fly, because people told me all the time; Niggas like to holler and bitches liked to hate. I guess it was that good African-American and Columbian mix.
My daddy is a married dude from the Columbian cartel in Miami, named Angel (Like me) that Mina met when he was in town on business. She lied about her age and they started kicking it. She got pregnant and he told her to get rid of it, but she had already had three abortions and she was only fifteen so she refused to have another. They were still together for a minute after I was born until his wife found out. Now I only see him once a year when I go spend a week with him and his real family in Miami. He sent my mom a check every month religiously and there were the sporadic phone calls but I couldn’t say I had a healthy relationship with him. He thought money could make up for not being in my life.
“She said he’s not her man now, but let’s wait and see if she sticks with it,” Daisy teased, bringing me back from my thoughts. “Because I’ve seeing that girl reading those texts he keeps sending her. If you’re not interested in him anymore why’re you still reading his messages after two weeks?”
“Because I keep hoping the fool is gonna have something to say other than all the begging and pleading for me to take his trifling ass back,” I explained. “He’s starting to sound like a broken record and I’m so over him.”
“So you don’t mind if I put it down on homeboy?” Keya teased, but I could tell that heifer was seriously interested. In the past she was always giving him the ‘I want to fuck you’ eyes.
I laughed, but what I really wanted to do was smack the bitch. Of course I did mind. I was still into the nigga even though I knew I couldn’t fuck with him. But I wasn’t gonna let her know that, so my reply was, “Hell nah, I don’t mind. Get you some of that if you want.” I would never let them know I was still sweating a guy that did me dirty. But if she fucked with him her and I would be so done because in my book your home girl’s ex is a big no no.
“I’m just kidding cuz,” she said cracking up. “That look on your face says you’ll kill for that dick.”
“Girl please, I ain’t sweating that fool. He fucked up trying to turn a dime piece into a side piece.”
“It’s almost three o’clock,” Daisy interjected. “We’re still gonna watch the basketball game at the park right?” Leave it to Daisy to never lose track of time even when she’s tipsy and high.
“Yeah, we should go get ready,” Keya said. “I ain’t staying up in here all day; I want to scope out some dick. Marcus is supposed to be there and you know he’s got that good shit that keeps me going back for more”
“Girl you’re too horny for real,” I said laughing.
“Don’t hate on me boo,” she replied blowing me a kiss. I threw one of the decorative pillows from the sofa at her and she ducked, laughing her ass off when it knocked over one of Mina’s beloved crystal vases. It hit the floor and immediately shattered. Daisy also started cracking up at the shocked look on my face because she knew Mina was gonna tear me a new one when her vase came up missing. I was higher than a kite and couldn’t help but join in on the laughter after flipping both their asses the bird.
TO BE CONTINUED….
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