“I will think about it.”
Elijah was smiling like he was actually in the door.
“So when can I pick you up, baby?”
“I don’t know, I’ll let you know,” I replied, stepping away from Elijah and closer to Pernelle. Her and Crew were nose to nose, and that fucking public display of affection was getting on my nerves. They were cute when they were cute, but I was hating right now and not in the mood. I walked to the driver’s side of Pernell’s car to grab a piece of gum from her center console to get this food off my breath. While bent over in the car, I felt a tap on my hip and heard, “Ayy,”.
I turned around, prepared to give Elijah attitude, only it was Amir standing right behind me.
“Oh, yes?” I swallowed the lump in my throat as he looked me up and down.
“I’m going to be honest with you. Something didn’t seem right listening to you plotting to go on a date in front of me. I didn’t approve of that shit, and since I've been your bodyguard lately, I think my opinion matters.”
He smiled, and I saw he had gold over the fangs in his mouth.
“And who said that?” I crossed my arms and bent my right knee.
“I thought it, and I had to get that shit off my chest. But for real, though, you should be careful about who you associate with from now on. Aren’t you tired of meaningless ass shit in your life? Toxic niggas and bum ass baby daddies? Think about that. But let me put my number in your phone because I'm sure you will need it with your toxic ass life.”
He said with a smirk and grabbed my phone.
“How ironic is it that a monster is telling me to be careful.” He looked up from my phone raising his eyebrows.
“Oh, I'm a monster huh?”
“Something like that.”
He just laughed and shook his head.
After he was done, he gave me my phone back and walked away from me.
If I were to have been honest with him, I would have told him that I was honestly tired of meaningless shit and that he was right about that. I’ve had sex with more dudes than two hands' worth of fingers, yet I still don’t feel I have ever felt what couples like P and Crew have or Hov and Ciara. My relationships seem to all be just like my mother's. Superficial and not good for anyone involved.
“Yo, Crew.” I saw Amir get my brother’s attention.
“What’s up nigga?”
“I’m about to roll out. I need to go home and eat up some shit since Ramadan starts in a couple of days.”
Amir told Crew, who shook his hand behind Pernelle’s back.
“Ramadan. That’s when y’all be doing that fasting shit, right?”
“Yeah, for thirty days and during that time, I can only eat after sunset and before dawn.”
Crew blew out air.
“Man, please, if I didn’t eat all day by sunset, I would eat the fuckin Quran.”
“Baby, stop.”
“What?”
“Don’t talk like that about his religion. I’m sure it takes a lot of strength not to eat for a whole day. Strength and commitment.”
Crew looked down at Pernelle.
“Damn P, you acting like that shit is attractive to you or some shit. You want a nigga to starve for you? I can do that. But Amir, does eating pussy count?”
