Dreu grabbed his weed tray before he leaned over it to take a good look at Truly. His eyes got huge.
“Oh shit!” He dragged his words out.
“Never bro!” He yelled.
My jaws clenched, and with the way he was acting I had this sick feeling that he had known Truly.I hope the fuck not!
“What, you know her?” I asked urgently.
“Nah, I want to know her though. I ain’t know you was a chubby chaser like me.” He laughed.
I frowned before snatching my phone back. Dreu had seen enough, now he was practically drooling over her.
“Chubby chaser?” I asked still feeling the deep crease in my brows.
“See man, you don’t even like her like that! Mannnnnn.” He drew and shook his head dramatically.
“Big girls is God’s apology for all the nonsense he created before them.” Dreu chuckled as he quickly sealed his blunt.
“That shit doesn’t make sense, you not born big. People start to gain weight then become classified as heavy set. Nevertheless, I like them of all shapes and sizes.” I shrugged.
“Man shut the fuck up. She’s the biggest I’ve ever seen you with my nigga. She pretty as fuck, lil brown skin vibe! I fucks with it!”
Dreu placed his blunt to his mouth then dug into his pocket and produced a lighter.
“Bro, pass her to me. Real fuckin’ shit! She the type to keep you warm, I bet her thighs make the perfect pillow when a nigga just want some peace and cushion. How did it feel when you hugged her?” He inhaled the smoke sharply and waited for my answer.
“It felt like she belonged to me, and I ain’t passing her your way. That’s the second time you done mentioned that, drop it. Yvette could use the attention, you look just like me…but then again, you too immature for a woman like her too.” I shrugged.
“It’s about time you stated your claim on her.”
Dreu took a couple more hard pulls from his blunt before passing it to me. He clutched his chest and coughed so hard tears filled his eyes. His light eyes darkened as pink veins spread across his sclera. I took a long pull from the blunt and let smoke escape through my nose.
I wondered what Truly was up to right now. I had two more days until Sunday. I couldn’t wait for our date; it was the first date that I ever put in place. For the first time, my confidence faltered. I wanted Truly happy and pleased with what I had planned out for us Sunday.
“All I’m saying is, I take pride in being a chubby chaser. I’m a heavyweight champion lover. I got a fuckin’ PhD in thickness. You gotta make it clear to her that you really fuckin’ with her and she off limits…cause them big girls is something else too! Don’t ever let the weight full you, them hoes cheat more than skinny hoes.”
I could see the pride in Dreu’s hooded eyes. He felt good whenever he thought he was giving me some sort of game. He swore up and down that I had no macking skills with women.
“Thickumz is too focused on her daughter. The only problem is her child’s father.” Anger flared inside of me.
“Thickumz? That shit sound corny.” He looked away like he was in deep thought. “She’s a thickumz, I stick her, I sure know how to pick em’. Hoes be on my dick, yeah, they call me baby stick em.” Dreu rapped like he was spitting the hardest sixteen bars.
I choked on smoke then let out a violent cough.
“Aye man, this ain’t no studio session and that shit sound lame as fuck.” I continued to laugh.
“Man, give me my blunt, you be hating hard as hell. That shit sounded lit.” He waved me off.
I took a couple of more pulls from the blunt then finally passed it back.
“If her baby daddy a problem, that ain’t shit that you can’t fix.” Dreu eyes darkened.
Just how I knew how to fight very well Dreu did as well. Our father always said money wouldn’t teach a man how to protect himself. Dreu and I learned everything down to street fighting.
“This shit gone blow mommas mind.” Dreu’s face was fixed into a silly expression.
“I don’t want to tell her shit. Soon as she gets involved is when shit will start going left. I don’t need nobody holding my hand when it comes to Tru. I’m still trying to figure out what got me so stuck on her.”
