𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐔 ৎ୭

XXX

Dequavince Demaro Harris
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
A Week Later

"This shit is ridiculous." I pace around the trap.

"Here he go." MilkyWay mumbles.

"It ain't right. It ain't right that she prolly out there living her life and shit meanwhile I can't get my dick up without a perc." I vent.

Whenever I'm not talking with her I don't be getting turned on at all. My dick just be limp and sad. I low-key think she put voodoo on me.

"Why don't you just fuck her one mo time, get that itch out." Glue Stick suggests.

"Nah mane youn get it. It don't go away, it's not no itch." I sigh.

"Love?" Middle Man asks.

"Nah."

"But you said you loved-"

"Ian mean it. I take it back." I wave him off.

"Just call her cuh, damn. We tired of this, you talk about her every damn day, blowing my fucking high." Middle Man complains.

"I'm blocked and besides ion wanna talk to ha either." I shrug.

"Okay then stop talking about her." Glue Stick says in a dumb tone.

"Whatever nigga." I sit down at the dinning room table.

"Everytime y'all fighting you be miserable as hell and take it out on us. Just get back with her for us." MilkyWay begs.

"Look what she did G." I show the scar on my arm.

"Aight I would've shot her." Middle Man shrugs.

"My tests said I'm clean so I guess she wasn't lying." I scratch my head.

"Ay y'all want me to spit sumn real quick?" MilkyWay offers.

"I need the blunt." I take it from him.

"Fucking on a white bitch she from Calabasas
I'm adjusting my Dolce Gabbana glasses.
Pussy felt like a water park and I can't swim
but I dove right in.
An she a lifeguard so you know she saved me, leave a pussy nigga on the fucking pavement!" He rapped a verse.

"Did you-did you post that?" Middle Man scratches his neck.

"Hell yea, we making it out the hood wit this one." He responds in confidence.

"Keep trapping ma nigga." I nod, patting him on the back.

"You just salty Mercedes don't wantchu no mo." He laughs.

"I don't want HER no mo." I correct him.

"Yea yea. Y'all tryna do this drive-by today?" Glue Stick asks.

"Fasho." I nod.

"Yea let's get this shit over wit." Middle Man shrugs.

Mercedes April Porter
Baton Rouge, Louisiann
The Next Day