“Give me my damn phone, Faheem!” Juniper's big headed ass tried to snatch the phone back from my hand, but it didn’t matter. I already saw all I needed to see.
“You a mutha fuckin’ trip,” I said, mugging the fuck outta her ass.
“How?” Juniper stopped walking, placing her hands on her thick hips, making a stank ass face as she looked at me.
I got in her face ready to choke the shit out of her ass. “I just got done fuckin’ the shit outta you. You walkin around with my nut inside of you, but you makin’ plans with the next nigga? Is you slow?” I asked, tapping her in her big ass forehead.
Juniper kissed her teeth as she rolled her stanking ass eyes at me, looking like she was ready to fight me. “Oookay? What’s the issue? Do I bother you when you with Mixie and you still got my cum on your face, or do I mind my business?” Her dumb ass had the nerve to say to me like that justified what the fuck she was doing.
“What the fuck do that gotta do with the shit you doin’?” I asked through gritted teeth, tryna control the rage I was feeling.
“Just to clarify, I can’t talk to other niggas? Even though you got a bitch that you fuck with?” Juniper asked me sarcastically with her head tilted to the side.
I wanted to knock her big ass head off her shoulders. She had a nigga hotter than mutha fuckin’ fish grease.
“Bi- Girl. Don’t fucking play with me. The fuck you need to talk to another nigga for if I’m fuckin’ you and takin’ care of yo ass?”
“The same fucking reason you need another got damn girl friend when I’m doing all the shit a girlfriend does and then some, nigga.”
“Go’on with that shit. Mixie do the same shit you do, but she ain’t tryna run and go fuck with another nigga ‘cause of you,” I spat, putting my hands in my pockets to keep myself from choking the shit out of her dumb ass.
“You a stupid, special ed ass nigga I swear. In the last fucking two weeks, that girl ain’t did shit for you. Her ass barely cleans up after herself. Everytime I come over to that dirty ass condo, I clean that bitch up. I make sure your dumb ass eats; even when I stay with Frankee, I make sure to bring you food. Do you even know who washed your shitty ass drawls?”
“Musta washed that nigga you sneakin’ and geekin’ with ‘cause I ain’t never had shit stains.” I had to talk shit ‘cause I thought Mixie was the one who did my laundry. She’d do it sometimes, or I’d take my shit to the cleaners when she let the shit pile up.
A nigga really did have to think. Mixie wasn’t a cooker. Most of the time we’d eat out, and when I did want something from home, I’d go by Frankee’s or my parents’. Juniper really had been feeding my ass. Some days she’d feed Mixie too.
“Exactly. Got me acting like Shirely when I’m really Barbara.”
“Bruh, you sound dumb as fuck, and none of that justifies you talkin’ to another nigga when you got a nigga.” I wasn’t finna entertain Juniper’s ass. She wanted to dance around the real fucking issue here.
“I don’t have shit. I’m single, and as long as I’m single, I’ma talk to who the fuck ever I want to,” she smartly rolled her neck from side to side.
I laughed at Juniper tryna act like she said something, when she didn’t say shit. Juniper had gotten comfortable withthe side of me that loved on her goofy ass. She forgot about the nigga that didn’t give a fuck about pulling a trigger.
“And I’ma kill every nigga you talk to. Try me,” I told her with a straight face, meaning every word too. She could have a nigga’s blood on her hands if she wanted to. I’d be damned if she play with my mutha fuckin’ feelings.
“I’ma beat the fuck outta Mixie too. So, what you wanna do?” Juniper looked at me defiantly. Her ass refused to back down.
“This ain’t what you want, Juniper,” I told her menacingly, praying she wouldn’t make me show her that side of me.
She mocked me without an ounce of fear in her. “This ain’t what you want, Faheem,” she smartly said then pushed past me and twisted away from me like she laid the law down.
Goofy ass girl didn’t do shit but woke up a beast she wasn’t ready to deal with. If her watermelon headed ass wasn’t tryna act like she ran shit, I woulda told her one of her tracks was hanging down her back. Her ass wanted to be difficult. Let one of them niggas tell her stupid ass. Juniper thought shit was sweet because I fucked with her heavy. She was finna end up with her feelings hurt fucking with me.
“So you mad at a nigga?” I asked Juniper once we were back in my car.
The one thing I hated about Juniper was I could never stay mad at her ass. Not when we were around each other. I think deep down in the back of my mind, I knew our time was limited, and I didn’t want to waste time being mad about silly shit. Juniper was in her feelings when it came to Mixie and me. I got that shit with us was getting deeper by the day. It made certain stuff harder to deal with than before. Juniper knew how a nigga was coming behind her; fucking with another nigga wasn’t an option while she was fucking with me. She couldn’t be in her feelings over shit she agreed to when it was convenient for her..
“Nope,” Juniper said, popping her lips.”I’m just dandy.”
“You still coming to my dinner?” I asked to see how mad she was. Juniper had been on the fence about going to anything involving my birthday.
Juniper gave me a dirty look before rolling her eyes and scoffing. “I’ll pass. I can give you your gift in the morning, and you can go ride off with your bitch to celebrate your birthday.”
“But I want you there,” I said, placing my hand on her thick thigh.
“And I want my prince charming to come save the fucking day,” she grumbled, refusing to look at me.
