by Shan
"The nerve of him," I said to Brian. I grabbed Brian's arm and pulled him away from the bar.
"Girl is that Quad's ass again? Damn he must got a Starr radar," Brian laughed. I looked at him wondering if he somehow told Quad where we were going to be partying tonight.
"Yes it is him and I got this feeling you knew he would be here," I said.
"Girl nah. I'm just as surprised as you are."
"Whatever let’s just move around."
Brian and I floated through the club, grabbing drinks every time we passed the bar. The scene was popping, everybody was having a great time, and luckily nobody jumped stupid the whole time we were there. I was standing near the dance floor sipping on my fourth drink when a short, dark skinned brother came my way.
"I'm Jewels," he said into my ear.
"Nice to meet you Jewels, what do you want?" I asked looking his ass up and down. He was just an average dude and I don't know what made him think that I was going to give him any play.
"Damn, you like to get straight to the point. I wanted to see if I can get you to dance with me and then I buy you a drink afterwards," Jewels stated giving my body the once over. I was dressed in a Derreon half-cut blouse that stopped at the top of my navel, a tight fitting Derreon skirt that ended right beneath the curve of my ass, and rocking some simple heels by Ralph Lauren.
"Ummm, Jewels honestly you're not my type and I don't wanna waste anyone's time," I smiled at Jewels.
He was a chocolate cutie but he was too damn short, he couldn't dress, and I was just about over the Lil Boosie haircut he was rocking.
"That's understandable. It's just that it's not often---“
"Look nigga, I ain't hearing it okay? Keep it moving a'ight?"
Just as I said that Quad walked over with a smile big enough to light up the whole damn club. Jewels stood there in awe looking at me with a perplexed expression. I assumed he wasn't used to being turned down in such a way. I looked between him and Quad giving both of them a look that said ‘move the fuck around’.
"Choices, choices, choices," Brian sung in my ear.
"Whatever," I turned to walk away heading for the rest room.
I just didn't feel like being bothered. Not by Quad or the Lil Boosie wanna be. Maybe I was being mean but shit I just came out to have a good time and not hear any bullshit ass game.
"Your name Starr?" a Latino chick asked peeking her head into the door. I stood over the sink, washed, and dried my hands then applied another coating of lip gloss. I ran my tongue over my cheek making sure my razor blade was in place.
"Why?" I asked walking her way.
"Quad told me to check to see if you were okay. No problems mami," she said in her deep rooted Latin accent.
"Fuck does Quad want with me?" I mumbled stepping out of the bathroom into the hallway where Quad and his cousin Neek were posted up.
"Why you acting like that? I know you seen me over there when that nigga was trying to holla," Quad said.
Damn, he looking good as fuck tonight. I thought for the first time noticing how tasty he was looking. He was decked out in a Tru Religion fit with a pair of icy white Air Force Ones. His bright yellow skin was smooth without a pimple in sight and his gray eyes were smoky like. He licked his juicy lips and looked me over with a fuck me type grin.
"Quad, I'm not trying to deal with you or any of these niggas up in here. You didn't get the message when I saw you earlier today? And are you following me or something?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.
"Yea I got the message but you know my ass is persistent and no I ain't following you. Today is Neek's birthday and we out celebrating. Not often do a black man see twenty five, you know?"
"Happy Birthday Neek,” I said nodding my head at him.
Neek is also a cutie. He was just as yellow as his cousin, standing at about five-eleven; no more than a hundred and fifty pounds. He wore a simple black t-shirt, blue jeans, and pair of Jordan’s that were to die for.
“Where the hell is Fatima? She know you stalking me outside of restrooms?" I questioned.
"Fatima knows what she knows. I'm not worried about her and you shouldn't be either," he answered.
"Same ol' Quad. I see nothing has changed. Anyway excuse me, this club is tired and the whole scene just ain't doing it for me. Holla at you fools later," I tossed my arm in the air and proceeded to walk away but was stopped by Quad grabbing my arm.
"Starr, let me just holla at you for a minute. Stop acting like this man."
I looked down at Quads hand on my arm not believing he had the balls to grab on me again. I thought I checked him well enough earlier that he wouldn't dare grab me again.
He laughed, "My bad, my bad. Let me get your number and don't tell me no shit like you don't remember the number."
"Maybe I don't remember the number. Quad, I don't fuck with you on that level anymore. I never will again. Back the hell up outta my space and next time you see me act as if you don't know me, okay?" with that I turned around and walked back into the crowded club.
I looked around for Brian and when I didn't see him, I sent him a text letting him know I would be in the car rolling a blunt. This was exactly the reason I haven't been out. Last thing I needed to see was muthafuckas that reminded me of pain when I should've been having fun.
Quad
"Damn, you just gonna let lil Starr diss you like that? As close as y'all were back in the day," Neek laughed and playfully punching me in the arm.
"She still fucked up over me cheating on her with Chanel and shit," I shrugged my shoulders and headed back to the club scene.
"She looking good and thick, I don't remember her looking that damn good," Neek mentioned.
I looked over at Starr who was looking around the club for her homey Brian. She was looking good as a muthafucka. Her little ass had every nigga in the club turning their heads at her cute little booty in that skin-tight skirt she was wearing. From the top of her ass down to her feet resembled that of a heart being she was so bo-legged.
Normally I didn't fuck with dark-skinned chicks but Starr had been an exception to me. Her skin was so fucking smooth and creamy like some hot fudge. She was only sixteen when I first met her but it was something about her that screamed out to me and I just couldn't resist. I remembered the first time we were together like it was just yesterday.
"Quad, I'm not ready for this," Starr was lying across my bed wearing only her bra. Her chocolate pussy was exposed, dripping wet with my saliva from me running my tongue back and forth across her clit.
"You just came in my mouth like four times girl. I thought you loved me man," I smiled inserting a finger into her wetness. She tensed up from my touch but allowed me to stroke her. "It's gonna feel just like that."
"Quad, it's not that I don't love you but damn everybody around me getting pregnant and shit; catching AIDS and all that. I'm not trying to join them," she sat up in the bed forcing my finger out of her pussy.
"Damn, we been together for six months now and I've been patient with you. How much longer do I gotta wait? I don't have anything and I’m not trying to get you pregnant. You know I don't want any shorties either."
"I don't know. What if my daddy finds out? What if---"
I laughed, "Fuck it. We ain't gotta do shit Starr. I appreciate you coming here and making a nigga think he was really gonna get some this time," I sighed jumping up off the bed. I left Starr sitting on the bed and walked in my bathroom to smoke some good.
Funny thing is I really loved the hell outta Starr but been contemplating lately if I should just leave her ass alone. I had a handful of bitches on the side that were there whenever I called and needed my dick sucked but damn all I wanted was for Starr to make that next move with me.
"Quad! Open the door!" Starr yelled.
"Aye, leave me alone. Take your ass home!" I yelled back.
"Take my ass home Quad? Nigga you take me home! You think I don't know about them other bitches you be fucking and you wanna try a
nd tell me that you clean. You brought me here to have sex with you and you didn't even have the decency to bring a fucking condom! I'm not stupid Quad!"
"Starr fuck you! I don't even want the pussy anymore!"
"Tell me to my face, fuck me! Open up the door you fucking coward!"
This was a part of Starr that I loved and hated at the same damn time. Her damn mouth was as nasty as a shitty diaper and her attitude would go from nice to violent in two point five seconds. I loved that she didn't back down from anybody but hated the fact I felt like I was going back and forth with one of my homeboys at times.
Against my better judgment I opened the bathroom door; Starr stood there still wearing nothing but her bra.
Damn, I wanna feel that shit so bad. I thought looking at her neatly shaven pussy.
"Why the fuck you ain't dressed? Get dressed so I can take you home," I tried to walk around Starr but she grabbed me by my arm digging her finger nails into my skin.
"What did you say in the bathroom? You said fuck me right?" she asked digging her nails deeper.
"I ain't trying to fight with you right now. It's not even worth it," I tried to pull her hand away but she slapped me in the face with her other hand.
"I'm not worth it Quad? Is that what you saying? I ain't worth it. Because I care about my body and what goes in it; that makes me not worth it?"
"Fuck I tell you about putting your hands on me? A nigga didn't say shit about you not being worth it! I said it’s not worth us getting into it over this shit! You right I should've brought a condom but hell too many times have you flaked on me. I thought this time would be no different! Just fuck it! Put your clothes on and let me get you home," I jerked my arm away from her feeling my skin rip as we parted. Blood dripped from my arm as I headed to the bed to get dressed.
"Well fuck it, keep fucking Chanel, Ti Ti, and whoever else you fucking. I'll keep my goodies to myself!" Starr muffed me in the back of my head so hard it caused me to hit my head on the wall. Reacting I backhanded her hard enough to where she stumbled backwards and hit the floor.
"Fuck! Damn, baby come here! I'm sorry you know I ain't mean to do that shit," I rushed over to Starr; she touched her lip and noticed that it was bleeding. I just knew I was gonna have to do everything in my power to keep this girl calm. She'd proven too many times before that she had some hands on her and would fight a dude no matter the size. I wasn't a hoe or no shit like that, I could handle her with no problems but I wasn't the type to hit females.
"Get away from me," she cried. To my surprise she didn't jump up and attack me like I'd thought. She was actually shocked and hurt by me putting my hands on her.
"Babe, come here. You know that was an accident. That's why I told you to keep your hands to yourself. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I picked her up from the floor and brought her over to my bed. Placing light, soft kisses all over her body, I climbed between her legs and buried my tongue deep into her mouth.
"I can't believe you hit me," Starr whined as more tears easily fell from her eyes down her cheeks. I felt bad than a muthafucka’ for putting my hands on her. Even if she did scratch me up and push me into a wall she didn't deserve what I did. I would never forgive myself for it but I hoped that she would.
"I didn't mean it. You know I love you and would never hurt you. You know that right," I sucked on her lip, reached down, unzipped my pants, and then pulled my dick through the hole in my boxers. "Look at me. Look at me Starr."
She refused to look at me but the moment she felt the hardness of my dick pushing through the tightness that was holding her pussy walls together she quickly looked my way.
"Quad no----I----awww," she placed her hand on my chest and tried to push me off her but I wouldn't budge.
"Shh, I almost got it baby," I kissed on her ear constantly whispering 'I love you' to get her to relax and allow me in.
"Qua----Mmgh-----," she said between breaths.
"You feel so good, I love you so fucking much Starr," I said into her ear.
"I love you too Quad."
"Damn, did you hear me?" Neek asked pulling me from the past.
"Nah cus the music too loud, what you say?" I asked looking around mad ‘cause I lost sight of Starr's sexy ass.
"Ol' boy that roughed up Keisha last month sitting up in VIP on some real live pimp shit right about now," Neek nodded his head towards the VIP section where a gang of fools were popping bottles. A bunch of freaks paraded around them giving thirsty ass lap dances like we were at a strip club.
Keisha is my younger sister, only nineteen years old and strung out on dope. My mama got nine kids and I am the oldest. She lost custody of the youngest five a few years ago due to a neighbor calling CPS on her when they found out she left them at home alone for four days straight without nothing to eat. I partially blame myself for not checking on them but hell it’s hard as hell trying to look after them the way they needed. I stayed in the streets practically 24/7 trying to get money and put myself in a situation to where one day I can care for all my brothers and sisters.
I always thought that Keisha and my other two sisters Patricia and Ronda were good being they were grown but I was wrong. Keisha got deeply involved with a hustla named Croy who decided he wanted to play pimp and shit with my sister. He turned her out quick and fast, so fast that it was nothing anybody could've done to stop him.
I'd been trying to find this cat for the longest; especially last month when I got a call that Keisha was in the hospital from being brutally beaten by his hands. Everywhere I checked I never could catch up to him but here he is in a crowded club tossing money around that I knew he made off my sister and other lost chicks he had on his team.
"What you wanna do?" Neek asked.
"Go to the car and get my piece. Meet me by the back door," I suggested.
"What? Let's just go up there and beat his ass."
"Beat his ass? I want that fool dead yo. You saw what he did to lil’ sis."
"Cus, you talking about murdering somebody in a club full of witnesses. Let’s just grab the fellas and go see this cat. Besides your lady in the spot I know you don't want her getting hurt," Neek said.
I looked around the packed club once again seeing if I spotted Starr anywhere. Neek was right. The last thing I wanted was for her to get hurt when I made this muthafucka rain with bullets.
Damn, where is she? I thought.
"Let's just wait on this cat to leave and follow his ass. Grab them fools and lets be out," I said and quickly made my way towards the exit. Thinking about Keisha and how fucked up she is had me heated. Only nineteen years old and she looked liked a damn forty year old.
Tricking and smoking had done so much damage to her body that every time I saw her I could never believe that she was the little sister I remembered. She was so gone off that shit no matter how many times I fussed and got on her ass it didn't matter. All she cared about was big brother helping feed her next high. Shit got under my skin so damn bad. Yea I peddled rocks in the streets to mamas, daddies, and to somebody's sister and brother but hell I wasn't turning them out. They were already far gone before they got to me.
"So, what's up? What we just gonna sit out here and wait all night," Neek asked the moment he made it outside the club.
"Hell yea I ain't leaving until I body this fool," I said taking a pack of Newport's from my pocket.
"Who this we talking about?" my homeboy Ronnie asked.
"The fool that fucked my sis up last month when she was in the hospital all that time," I said firing up my cancer stick.
I spotted Brian coming out the club checking his phone and even though I was handling business I had to try my luck with Starr again. I'd be a lying muthafucka’ if I said I haven't thought about her every day since we broke up. I know I did her wrong when I cheated on her with Chanel and supposedly got her pregnant but shit the baby ended up not being mine.
I went looking for Starr to let her know that and try to win my way back into her heart but found
out she'd hooked up with Keylan and had a baby on the way. I honestly could relate to how she felt ‘cause when I got the news that she was expecting that dude baby; I felt sick for weeks.
"Yo, Brian come here right quick," Brian was standing on the curb obviously waiting on his ride. He looked at me with a smile on his face and came my way.
"What's good?" he asked.
"Trying to get your home girl to stop being so mean," I said. "Where she at? She gone home already?"
"Nah, she should be driving this way any minute to pick me up. You know that shit with Keylan really got her ass in a funk. It will be a year next month since it happened and she still taking it real hard."
"I can understand that. I know it had to be hard on her. All I'm trying to do is be a good friend to her you know and she just keeps shooting me down. I know y'all cool and everything but if you can please shoot me her number I promise I'll never tell her you gave it to me," I said pretty much begging this dude to help me out.
"You know only because I like you and I can't stand Fatima's ass. Give me your phone," Brian held his hand out and looked around to make sure Starr hadn't pulled around yet. I handed him my phone and he quickly locked her number in. The biggest smile crept upon my face ‘cause I knew all I had to do was slowly work my way back in.
"Good looking bruh," I nodded my head at Brian and got back up with Neek and the fellas. "Yo, I just thought of something. I'll be back."
It was only twelve-thirty and the club would be on and popping for the next couple of hours. Although, I had nothing but time as long as I ended my night with killing the cat that turned my sister out; standing out in front of the club waiting on him was not a good idea. I noticed the cameras planted all around the place and I'm sure the bouncers will remember our faces if we stood out here any longer.
"Hey, hey!" I yelled hitting on the hood of the car the moment Brian got in. I jumped in front of the car to assure Starr couldn’t drive away. Once the car came to a stop I walked around to the driver side backseat and hopped in.
