"Ayo Lucky!"

"Wassup," I said as Sunny walked out of Bean's kitchen and back into the living room with everybody else.

Everybody being me, Sunny, Bean, and Nick.

"You know that lil' nigga Chris showin' everybody that damn video," he laughed, carrying a container of chocolate ice cream.

"Nigga, I know that ain't my fuckin' ice cream," Bean mugged Sunny.

Sunny sat down beside me and continued eating the ice cream, unbothered. "Ain't this yo' crib, fam?"

"Nah, it's Casper's crib. He just went ghost and let me chill here until he felt like poppin' back up," Bean answered, sarcastically.

Me, Nick, and Sunny start cracking up because he was real life goofy as fuck.

"You clown all day, my nigga. I'll buy you sum mo' ice cream," Sunny chuckled.

"Yeah, yo' light bright ass better nigga," Bean mumbled.

"Y'all niggas is funny," Nick paused while smirking, "but what's this video I keep hearin' 'bout?"

"Ohhh man," Bean's geeking ass smiled, "Lanae and Lucky wild as fuck, dawg!"

He laughed and then glanced at me, "What this nigga so hyped about?"

"Nothing," I shook my head because it wasn't even that serious.

"This nigga lyin' like ah mothafucka'," Sunny chuckled.

"Where the video at," Nick asked.

"Say no mo', I gotchu'," Bean said whipping his phone out of his pocket.

"Here we go," I mumbled under my breath.

"Aight," Bean smirked down at his phone before handing it over to Nick, "watch it."

After Nick finished watching the whole video, he laughed, "Yoooooo!"

"Y'all niggas is over exaggeratin'," I uttered.

"Nah, G. Lanae ah lil' freak.. nigga what you doin' to my lil' sis," Nick questioned.

"Nah, the question is what his tongue been doin' to her," Bean smirked causing everybody in the room to smack their lips.

"I don't wanna know that shit, B. That's his business," Sunny laughed, but I could tell he was serious.

"Yeah, what the fuck is you on son," Nick asked raising his eyebrow at Bean, "if you tryna cop ah few tricks go watch sum' fuckin' porn, man."

"Fuck you bitch! I don't need coachin' from no nigga, shit I whips the pussy wit' my tongue," Bean said with confidence.

"Yeah. While we on the subject and you all up in my business, what happened between you and Queen," I blurted out.

"You and Queen," Nick questioned with curious eyes.

"Right. What the fuck goin' on," Sunny butted in.

"Mannnn," Bean cheesed, happy as fuck.

"Don't tell me she let his goofy ass fuck," Nick guessed.

"Nigga she asked me for something and I gave her what she wanted," he shrugged.

"Which was," Sunny asked before scooping up some more ice cream.

"Sum' head."

"Oh shitttt," Nick burst out laughing before giving Bean some dap, "finally my nigga gettin' some where."

"Right," I agreed, "I still don't see what she see in yo' ass."

"And I still don't see what Lanae see in yo' slow boney ass," Bean shot back.

As the room erupted with laughter, I twisted my lips to the side. "Fuck you," I chuckled.

***

With low red eyes, I read Lanae's text.

💍😍You still picking me up ?

Yeah, I'm omw rn

💍😍 Okay

I almost forgot I had to go pick Lanae up from school since I dropped her off this morning. My ass was higher than a kite right now cause me and these niggas just got done smoking eight fat ass blunts.

"Aye, I gotta bounce," I announced.

Everybody looked at me before chuckling.

"Fuck you tellin' us for," Bean said in between laughs.

I slowly stood up from the couch, laughing a little bit.

"Cause fool."

"Where you finna go," Nick asked, squinting up at me.

"Nigga," I laughed uncontrollably, "why the fuck you actin' like the sun in yo' eye. It's February not July."

We all began laughing like some fucking idiots.

"I can't fuck wit' y'all man," I said walking towards the front door, "y'all gon' make my ass late."

"His ass gon' be back over here, watch," Sunny mumbled right before I exited out of Bean's crib.

Let me get to this damn school, I thought.

After thirty minutes of waiting in front of my school, Omari finally decided to show up. When he beeped the horn, I rolled my eyes before making my way towards his car. I quickly hopped inside and he drove off after I closed my door.

"Waddup ma," he greeted.

I side eyed him before speaking dryly, "Hi."

He chuckled, "Don't be actin' dry wit' me."

I choose not to say anything since I wasn't really in the mood. I've been having a bad day, today and Omari picking me up late didn't make it any better. I was highly irritated.

"So you mad at me," he asked, still glancing ahead.

"I'm just not in the mood," I honestly answered.

He nodded his head, "Wanna talk about it?"

"No, it's not really that deep. Just everything has been irkin' me today."

"You on yo' period?"

I sighed, "No."

He glanced at me with his red eyes before he concentrated on the road again.

"Aight."

The car fell in silence. It wasn't awkward, but it wasn't comfortable either.

After a few minutes, we pulled up into my parking lot and parked. As I was getting ready to get out of the car, Omari locked all the doors causing me to gaze his way.

"So you ain't gon' say bye or none of that," he questioned before running his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"What's up wit' you, man?"

"I'm havin' ah bad day. I already told you that."

"Who you gettin' smart wit'?"

"Omari," I sighed heavily, "I'm really not tryna argue right now aight?"

"We not arguin' right now, we communicatin'."

"Which is about to led to us arguin', so let it go."

"Nahhh," he dryly chuckled, "I don't let shit go wit' the people I love, so you better start talkin' or we just gon' be sittin' here."

My heart fluttered at his words.

"Can we smoke," I asked.

"Don't try and change the subject, Lanae."

"I'm not, I'm not," I repeated, "I just really could use ah blunt right now."

"You gon' tell me what the fuck is wrong wit' you if I give you ah blunt?"

"Yes," I promised.

He shook his head before he reached over and opened his glove department and pulled out an already rolled blunt.

I raised an eyebrow at him, making him shrug his shoulders. "I always keep rolled blunts around me."

I shook my head at him as he sparked it up and passed the blunt over to me.

I put the blunt in between my lips before taking a long pull from it. I inhaled the smoke before exhaling it slowly. After I took a few more puffs from it I passed it over to Omari.

"So," Omari grabbed the joint from my hand, "what's goin' on?"

"Just school got me stressed and something has been on my mind since we been together. I know it's hasn't been that long, but I feel like I can't move forward wit' you without knowin'."

Omari blew smoke out his mouth, before cracking his window open. "Without knowin' what?"

"Knowin' what happened between you and Brittany," I said while watching him the whole time.

I noticed how he paused his movements before he continued smoking. After a few seconds he held it out for me to take, which I did.

"If you sayin' me not specifically tellin' you why we broke up might be because of us still messin' around, then you dead ass wrong," he said in a serious tone.

"Well, no. I wasn't thinkin' about it like that until now because I remember you havin' some side bitch while you was wit' Brittany."

"Wow, man. You wild," he shook his head, "you dead ass think I'll do you like that?"

I shrugged, not knowing what to say.

"No lie, you be underestimatin' my love for you. First you thought I'll be okay wit' you just disappearin' on my ass and now you think I'll just treat you like the next bitch."

I put out the blunt and set it in one of Omari's cup holders, "Aight now, why you gotta throw the past in my damn face?"

"I'm not throwin' the past in yo' face, I'm tryna show you that we have history. What the fuck makes you think I'll ever cheat on you?"

"I don't know, Mar."

"You tweakin' Nae," he shook his head, "First of all, I respect and love you too much to ever think about cheatin' on you. Second, I broke the shit off with Unique as soon as we got together. And third that bitch Brittany is dead."

I gasped, shocked as fuck. I mean I never liked her, but that doesn't mean I ever wanted any harm done to her.

"What? What happened?"

"I found her in my house, fuckin' my worst enemy. I killed 'em both," he simply answered.

"I'm sorry, Mar."

"Shit, I don't give ah fuck. I broke up wit' her ass before I even found 'em both. Her lil' games put her six feet under."

I shook my head, "Fuck her. I know she dead and everything, but I don't like how she tried to play my babe. I wish I could whoop her ass."

Omari laughed at me before licking his lips, "Look at chu' tryna go to war for me and shit."

"You know I gotchu'."

He nodded his head, "I know, but since we on the subject have you seen her sister at school?"

"No."

"Imma need you to watch out for her," he seriously told me, "I feel like she plottin', so whenever you see her call me, aight?"

"Okay," I nodded my head.

"Other then that don't worry about shit. I want you to live young, wild, and free," he sung the last part causing me to laugh at his goofy ass.

"Babe, stop."

"You know you fuck wit' my vocals," he smirked.

His voice wasn't bad at all, but his voice wasn't like Chris Brown's or nothing like that.

But like he said, I'm not going to stress and just try my best to live young, wild, and free.