“Good lookin’, my nigga.” Faheem had to be talkin’ to Gee, but his murderous glare was on me, leaving me stuck in shock.
“Want me to leave this shit off, or put it back on?”
“Yeah, put it back on,” Faheem said as he leaned his tall body against the door frame while Gee went to work screwing the door handle back on.
Feeling like I was in the longest ten minutes of my life, I looked any and everywhere but in Faheem’s direction. I didn’t need to; he was too busy trying to kill me with his eyes. I should have just bitten the bullet and gone to Frankee’s. But that wouldn’t have stopped Faheem. He would have probably showed his ass over there like he had in the past.
“Alright, you straight, my nigga,” Gee said as they dapped up, and he turned to leave.
Faheem didn’t waste any time slamming the door behind him and locking it.
“What the fuck is your problem?” he barked at me, causing me to flinch at his anger. I’d seen him mad before. Hell, I'd even seen him take someone’s life, but he was never this mad and especially not at me. His black eyes looked like pools of never-ending anger and darkness.
It shocked me to see he was even this mad about me ignoring him. My eyes were wide as I peered at him nervously. I tried to find the words to answer him, but the rage in his glare took the words outta my mouth.
“You can’t talk?” Faheem asked, standing at the foot of my bed.
“I can,” I smartly replied, seeing a hickey on his neck that I didn’t put there. My fear disappeared as I remembered why I was mad in the first place. “I just don’t have the breath to waste on a nigga that isn’t my nigga.”
“Is you cool? The fuck you back on this dumb ass shit again.” Faheem scowled at me evilly.
“I’m Gucci. Prada good, my nigga. The fuck,” I spat, matching his energy. Faheem was out of his mind if he thought he was finna come in here acting like the big bad wolf. Fuck him.
“I ain’t finna do this shit with you every other week, Juniper. We been good. You stay bringin’ up old shit. Just like yo ass like to argue, got damn.”
“Don’t argue with me then. Go argue with that bitch you was fucking today.”
“Ain’t this some shit.” Faheem chuckled unamused before squinting his eyes at me. “You mad ‘cause I fucked my b- bitch? Juniper, what you want from me? I spend almost all my time with you. I fuck you, eat yo pussy more than I do my bitch, and you in ya fuckin’ feelings ‘cause I fucked her. I never told you I wasn’t finna fuck Mixie. She still my bitch.”
I could say hearing him claim Mixie so freely did hurt my feelings, but he wasn’t about to see nan tear falling down my face. I slipped up and cried in front of him once, never again. I wasn’t a weak bitch, and he wasn’t finna make me one. If Faheem wanted Mixie so bad, he could have her. This back and forth shit was for the birds. There was too many single niggas out here for me to be sharing a nigga with anybody.
Giving him an icy glare, I coldly folded my arms across my chest, cocking my head to the side. “Then go be with her ass then. Leave me the fuck alone. Break into that ho'’s room, not mine, nigga.”
“I’ma beat yo ass, on my mama. Ion get why you always do shit you know gonna send a nigga? You missed a nigga, is that it?” Faheem said while he made his way onto the bed.
He tried to get in my face to kiss me, but I mugged him, dodging his kiss. “Eww… nigga, don’t put your dirty lips on me.”
We ended up wrestling as he kept trying to kiss me, but I wasn’t going. I somehow wiggled loose from him ending up onthe ground. Scrambling to my feet, I opened my bedroom door. “Bye, Faheem,” I said, catching my breath.
“Fuck you, I’m not going nowhere.” Faheem stared at me evilly, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, facing me. “I’m tryna understand why I can’t kiss you.”
“Be forreal. Nigga, you aint kissing me while you still eating another bitch’s pussy.” I glared at him trying to see if he was serious.
“You wild, bruh.” Faheem shook his head at me in disbelief. “So, I can’t kiss you because I ate Mixie’s pussy? Stop tryna play a nigga like he dirty and he ain’t brush his teeth since then.”
Placing my hands on my hips, I gave him an evil scowl. “I don’t give a fuck how many times you brushed your teeth. Nigga, pour acid down your throat, you still not kissing me.”
“You foul as fuck, bruh.”
“I’m foul?” I mocked him. Pacing back and forth in front of the doorway, I said, “Nigga, I’m cool is what I am. I don’t want anything to do with you and your flunky. We just gonna end this. You can focus on Mixie, and I can focus on me. ‘Cause this isn’t working out for me. I won’t bring no niggas over here. I’ll keep my dating life outside of the house to keep confusion do-”
My voice got caught in my throat. Faheem was standing inches from me. I didn’t know how I missed him getting up from my bed and walking over here. My eyes were glued to the Gucci emblem on his white shirt, I was too scared to meet his gaze.
“That don’t work for me,” Faheem told me calmly. The calmness of his voice scared me.
Taking a big gulp, I found the courage to meet his gaze, and I was surprised to see something other than anger in his eyes—fear. “Well, sharing you doesn’t work for me.” I sighed sadly.
“I can’t lose you, Juniper,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist. Being in his arms was my kryptonite. All the fight I was feeling was leaving my body.
