“Bitch, fuck you and yo life. Ion do threats, bitch ass nigga,” Faheem replied hostilely.
I quickly stood up pushing Faheem back when he went to walk up on Dolo. “Faheem, chill out.” I tried to reason with him. I doubt he heard anything I was saying; his focus was on Dolo.
“Get the fuck off me, Juniper.” Faheem smacked my hands down.
“Niggas is wild as fuck. Wanna kill me over a female that chose me?” Dolo taunted.
“Dolo, shut up!” I yelled at him. I wanted to piss Faheem off, not turn his party into a blood bath.
“Shit, I’m just sayin’. The nigga in his feelings ‘cause you fucking with me. You mine, and he ma-”
Faheem cut Dolo off with the quickness. “Juniper ain’t shit to you. Bitch, you a throw away ass nigga she calls when she mad at a nigga. Ain’t that right, Juni? You mad at me so you wanna piss a nigga off. You got it. I’m mad as fuck. You happy?” Faheem asked, getting in my face. “You think this shit cute, huh? Got this ho ass nigga thinkin’ shit is more than what it is.”
Pulling his arm back furiously, Mixie said, “You not finna keep disrespecting me fighting over this bitch in front of me.”
Faheem angrily snatched his arm from Mixie’s hold. “Then take yo ass on,” he coldly said, leaving Mixie stunned.
“Fuck you, Faheem!” she yelled, then she stormed off.
“Tell that nigga since he mean so much to you, Juniper, he ain’t never finna get none of my pussy. Let that nigga know who you just got done fuckin’,” Faheem said, telling our business.
“Really?” I exclaimed in shock.
“What, you ain’t want your little nigga to know you walking around with my nut inside of you right now? My bad,” he mockingly said, throwing his hands up.
Dolo looked at me with disgust, shaking his head before he left out of the room.
“Shut this bitch down!” Faheem yelled, not talking to anyone in particular. “Don’t fuck with me, Juniper, and think shit finna be sweet. I’ma meet you in hell everytime,” Faheem warned me before he left me standing feeling like all eyes were on me.
“I tried to tell you this wasn’t a good idea,” Frankee said. “I told you my brother ain’t all the way there.”
“Girl,” I groaned, ready to leave. I’d been embarrassed enough for the day.
Chapter 18
Faheem Banks
Juni’s ass really tried a nigga like he was a bitch. I don’t know what she thought was finna happen the other night, but I wasn’t the nigga she wanted to fuck with. I hadn’t talked to her ass since. She wanted to throw a fit over nothing. I made Juniper a fucking priority–her ass should have been happy with that shit. Any other bitch in this world would be good with that, but not Juniper’s big headed heavy ass. No, she wasn’t gonna rest until a nigga’s hands were covered in blood behind her ass. I was cool on her ass for a couple of days. Mixie called herself mad at me and canceled the funky ass pool party she planned like I gave a fuck. I barely made it through that boring ass dinner she called herself putting together. My mom was planning to throw me a pool party next month to celebrate my birthday since she and my dad left early from my dinner.
I ain’t gon’ fake, I didn’t care if Mixie was in her feelings when she gave me the greenlight to fuck with Juniper. What she expected was beyond me. Mixie would get over it. I hadn’t been to the condo in a few days. I wasn’t fucking with Mixe or Juniper, so I’d been at my other house, my mind focused on makingmoney and handling business. I wasn’t really speaking to my dad. He was still on some other shit, but that didn’t mean our business dealings got put on hold. He tried to talk to me a couple of times. I ain’t hear shit he had to say. Eventually, he said he wasn’t finna kiss my ass, and we could talk when I was ready. In my eyes, there wasn’t shit to say until he was ready to tell me the truth.
I figured I might as well swing by the condo to make sure Mixie and Juniper hadn’t killed each other. Walking through the front door, I half-expected the house to be torn up; it wasn’t though. Everything looked untouched and it was quiet as fuck. I looked in every room seeing no movement. Juniper’s room was empty, I figured she was probably at work. I was gonna catch her ass when she got off. We needed to get some shit straight between us. Neither of us expected to fall in love, but we did, and now we had to deal with the shit.
Opening my bedroom door, I instantly got annoyed. Mixie had a bunch of suitcases on the bed. She came out of our closet with an arm full of clothes throwing them into the open suitcase. She looked at me hatefully before stomping back into the closet. I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with Mixie’s drama. I wished I would have come a little later so I could have avoided all this extra shit.
“You don’t have anything to say? Not gonna try to stop me? You gon’ just look at me while I pack all my shit?” Mixie screamed, walking up on me, then throwing the pile of clothes she had in her hands at me.
Moving, I dodged most of the clothes. Sighing, I shrugged my shoulders. “Ion know what you want me to do, Mixie.”
“Fucking care about me, Faheem! That’s what I want. All you do is sit up under Juniper. I said you can deal with her but not forget about me!” Mixie yelled violently, poking her chest as tears fell down her face.
“Man,” I groaned, pulling Mixie into my chest, letting her cry.
A nigga wasn’t tryna hurt her, but I couldn’t help how I was feeling about Juniper. Seeing Mixie so distraught, I didn’t want to keep hurting her.
“As much as I don’t wanna say this… if you can’t deal with this situation, I’ll let you go. It’s a lot to deal with, and I don’t want to keep stomping all over your feelings. You know how I feel about you, Mixie. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
“Wooow…” Mixie's voice cracked as she pulled herself from me. “I can’t believe it’s that easy for you to say fuck me.”
