Destined 2 Love ( Sequel )

D E C E P T I O N

Quan:

Parked outside the diner, I watched her meet with the same man she had been meeting for the past two weeks. They always met around the same time, twelve-thirty noon. I could never get a clear view of his face, but by the way he dresses, indicates he's a much older dude. Before I could find myself doing something stupid, I pulled away from the diner.

Blair has been a handful these days. Sometimes I think I bit off more than what I could chew. And now that's she's eight months pregnant with my baby, she's even harder to handle. Her constant bitchiness and nagging isn't appreciated. When I pulled up to Hakim's crib, it was going on one o'clock in the afternoon. Removing my body from the car, I grabbed the duffel bag on the backseat.

I pressed the buzzer, waiting to be let in. After five minutes went pass, I grew impatient. Dialing his number, I listened as the line rang out.
"I'm coming right now nigga." He answered. I scoffed when his front door opened up immediately after. "Sup, nigga." Hakim greeted, looking like he just recovered from a night in hell. "Nigga, you look like shit." I told him.

"You look like shit everyday. Cut a brother some slack." He joked, but there wasn't shit funny.
I came here on a business agenda. I got hit with some unexpected bullshit, losing a couple million. Shit left me stressed and depressed, not to mention furious. But I couldn't be upset with anyone besides myself. I was supposed to pay off that debt years ago.

"I got your money fool." I dropped the duffel bag on the kitchen counter. Hakim rubbed his hands together, unzipping the bag. I owed Hakim some money due to him lending me a few bands after I discovered my money was gone. I'm a man of my word, so of course I was gon pay his ass right back.

"Hm. It's all here." Hakim ran his fingertips through the stacks of cash. "Nigga it was only forty K." I reminded him the exact amount he lent me. "You best be thankful you got it." He mugged.
Prime example of why I don't borrow shit. "Mane, fuck you." I flicked him off. "Let's go downstairs. You look like you need a blunt." Hakim laughed humorously.

I'm in need of ten with all the shit on my mind. We made it down to his basement, taking a seat on the sectional couch. He grabbed his weed and rolling utensils. "What up witchu', nigga?" Hakim questioned, knocking his crusher together to get all the weed from the bottom out. I toyed with the ends of my grown out hair, "Same shit, different day." I responded.

"How's you and baby moms?" He asked. Bitch probably been fucking some white nigga behind my back. "We straight." I lied. "Boy, yous' a shitty liar!" Hakim laughed, sparking up the blunt. There was a few moments of silence, all that could be heard was Hakim inhaling the smoke. He finally passed the blunt over to me, I took a couple pulls, calming my nerves.

Soon, my mind wasn't weighing on any of the bullshit I've been faced with this year nor Blair's trifling ass, but rather the one person who probably didn't care if I were dead or alive. I passed the blunt back to Hakim, slouching down on the couch. I tried to shift my train of thoughts, but they landed right back to her.

A part of me wished I could've been the man for her, but the other part knows I wouldn't have been able to love her. "Nigga! You don't hear me talking?" Hakim hit my kneecap, bringing me back to reality. "Nah. My fault." I sat up straight. He handed me back the blunt before saying, "I'm thinking 'bout moving to Miami." He repeated.

"For what?" I questioned, blowing smoke from my mouth. "A change of scenery, mother fucker. Atlanta is and will always be home, but it's time for a environment change." He stated. I nodded, seeing where he was coming from. We've spent practically our entire lives living here. There ain't shit we ain't seen or done before. "I dig." I simply nod.

While Hakim rolled up another blunt, my phone repeatedly vibrated in my front pocket. Three missed calls and seven text messages from Blair. I sighed, unlocking my iPhone to call her back. She picked up on the first ring, "Where are you?" She asked, sounding miserable, as always. "Chilling." I answered with a shrug as if she could see me.

"You know I have an appointment today! Why aren't you here?" She questioned, agitated. Bitch, YOU knew you had an appointment, yet you made time to go meet with that Cracker Jack mutha-fucka. "Quit nagging a nigga." I told her, growing irritated. "Ja'Quan, please stop being an ass. I do not have time for this shit." She spoke. "Bit-Blair." I caught myself before the word could slip out, "You're capable of getting to the doctors by yourself. I'll meet you there." I told her.

She scoffed, "I'm so tired of your shit! I should of never let you get me pregnant!" She threw her infamous line into the conversation. Every time we would have a disagreement, argue or if I don't give her what she wants, her ass quick always to spit that same dumbass line. I'm nice to her for the simple fact she's pregnant with my seed and doesn't need to be stressed out in the process— however, I ain't bout to let her ass take me for no bitch boy.

"Yet, you the same one that kept the baby, after I told you to get an abortion." I aired our dirty laundry in front of Hakim, but he's done seen me go way worse, so I didn't care to give a fuck. "I'm not a mother-fucking baby killer!" She shouted. "Yo ass sho' swallow them though." I childishly smirked being petty. "I am not doing this! I'll see you at the appointment." She said before hanging up.

I shook my head, slipping my phone back into my pocket. Hakim looked over at me, shaking his head. "You make me not want a baby mama." He laughed. "Ion blame you. Ion even want the one I got." I sighed heavily. "So why yo dumb ass get her pregnant?" He questioned. I ask myself that same shit all the time. I shrugged my shoulders in response.

"Enough about my personal shit. How's you and what's-her-face... Ashanti?" I questioned as he handed me the blunt. He grilled me for a few short seconds, "You know I broke up with her ass months ago." He stated. I shook my head, "Y'all asses gon be back at it real soon." I told him. "Hell nah!" Hakim exclaimed, "I'm done wit' her ass."

"Must've been bad, huh?" I asked, passing him the blunt. "Mhm. Not as bad as you messing up your chances with that Destiny chick." He said, unlocking his phone. "I mean," Hakim paused, holding up the phone, "All this... could've been yours." He teased, showing me a photo of Destiny that looked to be recent. I turned my head in another direction.

"I ain't trippin'." I uttered. Hakim laughed, "Yeah, okay, nigga." He blew smoke from his mouth. My mind drifted back to when I saw her two weeks ago. She looked good, a little too good. I know I fucked up my chances of being with her, but I can't help but to miss her at times. She truly deserved way better than what I offered and I need her to know that. In due time she would.

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