One girl having all that was honestly a fucking crime, cause I was always having homicidal thoughts when it came to her and the interactions with the opposite sex.
Just from peeping the scene, I could tell that several niggas had intentionally posted up near her, waiting on her to dance. They were probably hoping that they could post up behind her, and put their dicks on her ass, while she bounced for them.
“Say, nigga, I know that it’s customary to find the birthday boy, and pin some bread on him, but I gotta make a quick detour,” TP told me.
“A detour for what?” I asked him.
“Cause. I’m finna go over there and holler at lil’ mama in the red and blue, with the Jays on. On my mama.” He gripped his crotch again. “She’s the baddest lil’ bitch in here.”
Tucking my lips into my mouth, my eyes remained trained on Raven. “Nah, dawg. Chill out. They say her nigga being murking somethin’ behind her.”
“Shit, that nigga just might have to pull the strap, then. Cause got damn. She so fucking pretty and sexy.”
“Nine o’clock. All alone. Paging you. Wishing you’d come over. My place. Afterwhile. Let me know. We can just keep talking ‘bout the last time. You were here. What we did. No sleep ‘til morning…”Ginuwine floated through the room.
Smiling hard, Raven rolled her hips seductively, riding the beat. The clown niggas standing around herimmediately started shoving each other, trying to fight their way to her.
One nigga fought through the crowd, and boldly attempted to post up behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, Raven shook her head, before pushing him back.
“Okay, I like that. She’s mean. That’s right, baby. Keep them niggas up off you,” TP rambled.
Laughing, I shook my head. “Main, you tripping. She aint fucking with you. Aint no way.”
“Shit, the fuck you say. I’m grabbing her. Even it aint today. I’ll break the ice. Introduce myself. Then go get my money up, cause you gotta take care of a broad like her. Trick somethin’ major. But I wouldn’t even trip about putting that work in. Cause I swear to God that’s the girl of my fuckin’ dreams.”
I couldn’t stop laughing. “The girl of your dreams, huh?”
“Hell, yeah. That’s the type of muthafucka you trap. Early. Baby after baby. Put a ring on her finger. Put her ass up. Shit, I’d get a job if I had to. If she was on some ‘leave the streets’ shit. Straight up. I’d clock in at a job. Whatever she wants.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“No bullshit.”
“Alright, well, let me go holler at her. Put in a good word for ya.”
“Nigga, hell nawl,” he spat instantly. “You aint slick. You not about to beat me to the punch. I can talk for my damn self.”
I chuckled. “I’m saying. Her nigga be on that bullshit. So, going over there aint the route to take. I’m telling you.”
“Okay. So, where the fuck he at?” He glanced around.
“Hold up,” I offered. “I’m finna show you.” I stepped off.
Making my way through the crowd, I approached Raven, from behind. She never saw me coming, and immediately whipped her head around, when I wrapped my arms around her waist.
“Hey, get the fuck—”
“Yeah.” I nodded, once she laid eyes on me. “Your ass wouldn’t have to pry these niggas off you, if you wasn’t trying to shake your ass.”
She sucked her teeth. “Boy, whatever. I should be able to dance without them acting so damn thirsty.”
“True. But you know how these niggas is.” I spoke directly in her ear.
“Whatever, Jahrein.” She sighed.
“What chu doing here in the first place?”
She pursed her lips. “The same thing you’re doing here. It’s Tutu’s birthday, aint it?”
