I grabbed something light to put on my stomach for this drive home. When I put my items on the counter, a long-tatted arm reached around me.
“It’s on me, bruh,” the thick voice said above me.
I knew he wasn’t shit.
“Thank you.”
“Ain’t shit. Where you going this time of night?”
“Where I’m going,” I retorted.
“Aye, can y’all do this shit out the way? Folks got shit to do,” someone said behind us and before I could react, City hit the man in his shit easily.
The people in line barely reacted. Neither did I. Can’t let them see you sweat.
“Damn,” was all I said, grabbing my bag and leaving the store.
The whole parking lot was inside the window looking. City paid the people no attention who were trying to get his attention. I popped open my bag of Funyuns.
“You trying to talk to a nigga with that stankin’ ass breath and shit?”
“I wasn’t talkin’ to you to begin with. You can get the fuck out my face.”
He paused. I was thinking he was about to do me like the man in the store, so I quickly put my hand on my purse because he had me fucked up.
His eyes quickly went to my purse then he laughed.
“You good with ya fine ass, Suki.”
“Okay, so you know me, but I don’t know you.”
“You gotta be a lame bitch if you don’t know City, baby.”
“You wanna see how lame I am?”
He nodded slowly, rubbing his hands together.
“I don’t do all this talking shit. I might be trying to fuck with you. You gon’ give a nigga ya number or some shit?”
“I got a man,” I lied befor hopping in the car, cranking up and leaving his ass right there.
“Nah, I meant to hit you up but when I got jammed, them fuck niggas fucked my phone up. Didn’t know ya number. I knew you had moved on because the streets talked about you and that nigga Sacks.”
Sacks was a rapper around our way. I should’ve stayed clear of him, but I like them thugged out ass men. He’s another no-good ass one. We were toxic, like the kind I wanted to be. He was out here embarrassing me, but at least I cried in a Range and not a Honda. However, one time was one too many for me. He got locked up and I was out there like a receding hairline.
City and I saw each other a year later. We didn’t speak at a block party even though he had a bitch on his arm. Not that I was on him, but it’s easier to miss what you didn’t have. City’s not the kind of nigga you fall in love with.
“That’s in the past. No harm, no foul,” I told him.
“Don’t nobody know nothing,” he explained.
“And that’s why I can’t fuck with you now.”
He titled his head in confusion.
“Why?”
“Nothing. Anyways, I don’t wanna play my girl like that.”
