PROLOGUE…
DEVIN MERCER 2020…
“Brother, pour me some of your Hennessy. I’m trying to give one of your friends some of this drunk pussy tonight.” I looked at this bitch Tee like she had lost her mind. She was my girl’s friend, but I couldn’t stand her hoe ass and she knew it.
“Naw, go get a cup from one of them niggas you be giving it up to. The way you be throwing it, I’m sure it’s no problem for you to get something from them.” My girl, Brandy rolled her eyes, but I ain’t give a fuck. She was two days and a wake up from being single herself. I know she thought I was taking her with me, but one thing I knew if I didn’t know shit else, was an opportunist. Every bitch in this party would be with me if I allowed them to. I was a basketball phenom, so it was no doubt a nigga was going to make it. I knew it, and they knew it too.
“Bae, don’t do that.” I ignored her for two reasons. One, her or throat goat ain’t put in on my bottle. Two, this shorty, Brianna walked in the party, and I was focused on her. I’ve seen her around campus for four years, but I’ve never seen her come to a party. She was one of those smart girls that tried to hide how good they were.
Brianna went out of her way to fade into the background. She wore the same run down hoodie every day, hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a pair of Crocs that I’m sure was grateful for the holes on the side so they could breathe. Shorty didn’t give them bitches a break. Yet, her deep golden skin always caught my attention even if I didn’t say shit to her. Her big round eyes always seemed sad, but they held a mystery to them. Brianna’s five six frame was so damn skinny, I used to wonder if her ass had money to eat. I knew she was a good girl, and a nigga like mewould ruin her. That wasn’t my thing, so I always watched her from a distance.
Now, on the last day of our college tenure, here she was in a dress, and some flats looking nervous and out of place with a red cup in her hand. Her hair was out of the ponytail, and you could tell she attempted to flat iron it. Looking around the room, her eyes landed on me, and I thought I saw a spark in them.
“Hey, Brianna. Come here for a minute.” I had no idea my homie Tone knew her, but she walked over nervously.
“Fuck you calling her bum ass over here for? Niggas will fuck anything.” Tee rolled her eyes as she attempted to dog Brianna out.
“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Brandy nudged me in my side, but I was sick of that helmet head bitch.
“Who invited you to my party?” Tone asked looking annoyed. I thought he was calling her over cus they was cool.
“Ummm, it was a flyer going around,” she said in a sweet, but timid voice.
“Well, only bitches that’s allowed in this mufucka is bitches that’s fucking. You giving the pussy up?” Brianna looked shocked at his question. I could tell she didn’t know how to answer that, so I stepped in.
“Nigga, you not pressed for hoes. You got one standing right next to you.” I threw another jab at Tee, hoping to get the attention off Brianna.
“You defending this ugly ass bitch. Fuck her. She knew not to come to our party; I should beat her ass.” Brandy was doing the most and turning me off in the worse way. Before I could snap off on Brandy, my homie Jeremy started up.
“It’s always the broke hoes acting like they too good to give up some pussy. Get yo slow ass on if you not on shit.” He grabbed his cup and poured it on Brianna before either of usknew it was coming. Turning on her heels, she ran off and I was pissed.
“That shit wasn’t even cool. It’s the last party of the fucking year, it was nothing wrong with that girl being here. Yall doing too much.”
“Fuck her. She got what she deserved,” Brandy said while high fiving Tee. Pushing her arm off me, I left out the door looking for Brianna. She was walking down the street talking to herself causing me to chuckle.
“Hey, hold yo crazy ass up.”
“I walked away so I don’t do something I’ll regret, but if you walk yo dumb ass over here, all that shit going out the window and I’m going to beat your ass.” She was dead ass serious causing me to laugh again.
“Girl, you ain’t gone do shit. Let me take you home.”
“Why? Your friends gone meet you at my spot and try to jump me?” I threw my hand on my chest feigning hurt.
“Damn, that’s what you think about a nigga?” Using her hand to wipe away her tears, she looked at me with her big eyes. I could see she was conflicted with trusting me, but I was trying to make sure she was good. I had no idea how much or how long she had been drinking, and she was pissed off. That combination could cause anything to happen.
“Okay, but you better not do anything stupid. I’ll hate to beat your ass.” Laughing, I walked towards my car with her on my heels. When we got inside, I drove off and headed towards this lil hood spot I often ate at.
“You hungry?” She looked as if she didn’t know what to say, so I just shook my head and continued driving. “You’re guarded than a mufucka ain’t you?”
“You don’t know shit about me, so please don’t make assumptions.”
“Shid, a nigga trying, but you busting my balls at every turn.”
“I’m sorry. I tried to let my guard down and do something fun for once, and you see how that turned out. Your friends are dicks by the way.” That caused me to laugh again, but she was right.
“I was shocked to see you there. In four years, I’ve never seen you at a party.”
“I’m shocked you noticed me at all.” I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I pulled up to the speaker and ordered our food. When I pulled off, I wasn’t ready to let her leave yet. This was our last night before graduation, so I probably wouldn’t get another chance.
