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Later That Night
I was happy Frankee talked me into coming with her. I ended up enjoying myself. Her boo, as she called him, his name was Allen, and his brother, Derrick, were both fine as fuck. Two chocolate fine ass niggas with waves, golds, and the looks to make women drop to their feet. I got stuck on the grey eyes boththem niggas had. Then they knew how to run game too. It was still fun chilling with them. They weren’t overly pushy like some niggas who knew they were fine. Nope, they were cool and easy to get along with.
Frankee had her entire house set up for a little kickback with finger food, drinks, snacks, and a few card games. Music played in the background setting the chill atmosphere.
“You tryna smoke, sexy?” Derrick’s deep voice said, tickling my ear as he leaned into me.
“Nah, I’m okay.” I smiled at him sweetly. Although Derrick was fine, and I liked to hang out with him, he didn’t do it for me. I couldn’t see myself being anything other than friends with him.
“We’ah be back after we smoke.” Allen kissed Frankee on the cheek before him and his brother stood up walking out on her balcony. Frankee didn’t let people smoke in her house. She said she hated the smell of cigarettes. Weed wasn’t that far off either, but for her boo, she’d make an exception.
“Oooh, girl, I think I’m in love with that nigga,” Frankee said with a goofy grin on her face once we heard the glass door slid closed.
“They are fine,” I replied then took a sip of my margarita. This was my third one. I had a nice buzz going on, and I was feeling good.
Playfully elbowing me, she said, “Don’t play coy. I saw you and Derrick.”
“Nah, he cool to hang with, but he’s not my type.”
“Mmm… Let me guess what your type is: tall, basketball player build, tattoos everywhere, peanut brown skin, long sandy brown locs, black, chinky eyes?” Frankee asked with amusement all over her face.
“What? Where did you get that from?” My face frowned in confusion. At the same time, my phone started ringing in my lap.I looked down at Faheem’s name rolling across my screen and instantly, a frown covered my face.
I looked over at Frankee who had a knowing grin on her face. Catching her drift, I rolled my eyes answering my phone, putting Faheem on speaker phone.
“Where the fuck you at?” Faheem barked into the phone, catching me off guard.
“What the fuck wrong with you?” Frankee spoke into the phone before I had a chance to say anything.
“Frankee?” Faheem asked in a calmer voice.
“Duh,” she smartly said into the phone.
“Where y’all at?” he asked in a completely different tone.
“Why?” Frankee asked, cutting her eyes suspiciously at me.
“ ‘Cause I’m tryna see where Juniper is… What, it’s goin’ on two in the mornin’.”
“She grown, ain’t she? You grown, ain’t you?” Frankee looked up at me. I knew she was being messy, but I was here for it. Blame the margaritas, but I wanted to get under Faheem’s skin like he got under mine.
“Grown as fuck,” I answered sassily, holding back my snicker.
“Maannn… Juniper, don’t let my sister get you fucked up.” Faheem laughed a laugh that said he didn’t find me funny.
“What? Why you worried about what I got going on? Mixie must not be home,” I messily said, causing Frankee and I to bust out laughing.
“Aww, yeah. That’s cute. Y’all think shit sweet over here. Frankee, why you gassin’ her head up knowin’ how a nigga is.” Faheem might have chuckled while he spoke, but I knew he wasn’t laughing for real.
“I know how you are when you fucking with somebody, but you not fucking with Juniper like that, right? This is all fake ‘cause I wouldn’t have her come chill with us if y’all marriedforreal.” Frankee’s tone was suspicious, and her eyes were as well.
“I’m sayin’ though, who is us?” Faheem raised his voice as if he was getting mad, but I didn’t understand why.
“Huh?” Frankee quickly played stupid to avoid answering his question.
“Y’all hanging with some niggas, huh?”
