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A FEW YEARS LATER

I was now 14 years old and was the hottest bitch in St. Nick projects!!!

I was a dime and I knew it. Niggas way older than me wanted me. I couldn’t say I blamed them, I had the whole package. The chest, the hips, and the ass. A lot of niggas even told me I was built like “Buffy the Body” (that video girl).

That shit drove D crazy. D is my brother of course…my brother was a hot nigga now!!! He was 18 and he was tatted up, and every hoe wanted him, but he messed with a girl out the Fred. Douglass projects, that he met at the club a while back…

They had some real love shit goin’ on… But when it came to me, my brother would slaughter one of these dudes out here! He didn’t really have to worry though, cuz I was single and lovin’ it!!!

Today was Friday and as usual, I was going to meet my friends Kelley, Nadia, and Laura at John F. Kennedy’s pizza place…

I had to call D to see where he was so he would bring me there `cause I didn’t feel like walking or catching the subway!!!

“Watsup?” D said answering his phone.

“Where you at,? I want a ride to Kennedy’s”

“I’m at the slums, where you at?”

“I’m on 123^rd street, on my way home from school,” I said,

“Alrite, I’m comin’, meet me on 125^th, and go home first…” he commanded.

“Alrite!” I said.

“Alrite…bye”

CLiCK!!!

When I got home, I went inside and put up my school stuff. I went in my grandma’s room to check on her.

“Hey granny, you alrite?” I asked.

“Yeah baby, how school was?”

“Fine…”

“Oh dat’s good… you fixin’ to go to Kennedy’s?” she asked.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Have fun, and be careful,” she said.

“Okay,” I said.

I went in my room and got twenty dollars out of a pair of my jeans that was in my closet, I put it in my pocket then went out the front door…

“I’m gone Granny!!!”

I went outside and sat on the steps, since D wasn’t here yet…

Just then, I saw Brandon and Rick. Brandon and Rick were these two boys that stayed round the way. I knew them all my life… well at least since I was four…

Rick had a huge crush on me, like every other nigga from round the way did.

Brandon on the other hand, couldn’t stand me… he was a pretty nigga and use to getting his way… see he and Rick both are a few years older than me, and well, I guess that when I was younger, I just went through what my granny called “early development”. I musta had titties or something, cuz Brandon tried to fuck me since I was twelve, and I always turned his ass down. He was cute, but I knew I wouldn’t be his main chick even if we fucked or not…

He was cool peeps, but I knew he still was likin’ on me…

“Wasup Cee, son,” Rick greeted dapping me off…

“Nigga I look like a son to you?” I teased.

“Watsup Cee,” Brandon greeted.

“Hey…”

They sat next to me on the steps…

“Uggh!!! Y’all smell like weed!” I exclaimed…

“So!” Rick yelled.

“Nigga who you hollerin’ at?” I said.

“Nobody baby,” he said wrapping his arm around me…

I pushed him away…

“I’m not your baby,” I corrected.

“Where you goin’?” he questioned.

“None of your got-damn business!”

“You better stop cursing, you know your grandma inside,” Brandon teased.

“So,” I said. “Not like she could hear me…”

I rolled my eyes at them…

“Where y’all was finna go?” I asked.

“On 116^th by Devin…”

“I ain’t seen Devin round here in a minute, tell him I said watsup…”

“Where you was goin?” Brandon asked.

“To Kennedy’s, I’m waiting on D,” I said.

“Oh,” Brandon said.

Then we both looked at Rick who was tryna check out my ass… while I was sitting down!!! I punched him in the arm.

“Ow- Damn! What you do that for?!”

“Nigga what is you tryna look at!” I yelled.

He bit down on his bottom lip…

“Cee can I just squeeze it?” he begged.

“Nigga get from over here before I light your ass up,” I threatened.

He put a serious front on his face…

“With what, your fingers?” he asked, lifting his shirt and revealing his A.K. tucked in his waist…

“Boy, I got army gunz,” I said.

“You hear dat B, she got army gunz, ha yeah rite,” Rick teased…

Then while we was all still talking, bud, the neighborhood crack head walked up to Brandon, they did a li’l transaction, then Bud walked off…

“Don’t be cumin’ over here slingin’ dat shit, go on 123^rd with dat shit son…”

“Don’t tell me where to sling my shit,” he said…

Then I saw my crack head mama walking towards us. Dis wasn’t new, I always saw her, and I still loved her cuz she is my mama…

“Hey mama,” I greeted…

“Hey baby,” she said, wrapping her arms around me with her 95 lb. body…”where yo’ grandma at?” she asked. “I came to see her…”

“She inside,” I said.

“Hey Rick, Hey Brandon, one of y’all got sumthin’ on you?” she asked dem.

“No,” Brandon said.

“Nahhh…” Rick added…

“C’mon, ma go inside, grandma in there, won’t you just go in there aiight?” I said.

My mama looked at me like I had just insulted her…

“I’m the mama,” she mumbled as she went inside to see my grandma…

“Alrite,” I said once she was gone, “fuck dat, I ain’t bout to sit here and watch you buy shit in my face… and Rick, Brandon, real talk, I know y’all ain’t sellin’ to my mama!”

“Man hell no, not to Ms. Marie,” Rick said.

I looked at Brandon…

He looked away…

“Damn B, dat’s cold,” I told him…

He smacked his teeth.

And you be in my fuckin’ face everyday!!!!” I yelled…

“Okay, but she smoke the same shit D sell too man!” he said…

“Don’t sell dat shit to her dawg, let her skinny ass go somewhere else, I should tell D, but I’ma save your life, cuz you know he’d put you on blast,” I threatened…

If you haven’t noticed, most niggas in St. Nick is scared of D because of his rep as my daddy’s son, and because he bout his shit, so some niggas were scared of me cuz of him…

“Whateva…” he said.

“Chill out B, foreal,” Rick said…

“And how it make it better for her to go somewhere else to get it anyway?” he asked.

“Cuz if she gotta work harder to get it, maybe that mite push her to the point to try to quit!” I said.

“I can’t help but wait till you get back with him, things don’t change…”

My Trey Songz ring tone went off indicating that I had a call.

“Watsup?” I answered…

“Say son where you at?” my loud mouth friend Laura asked…

“On my way,” I said.

“Alrite,” she said.

CLiCK!!!

I hang up with her and put my cell back in my pocket…

“Y’all cum walk with me to the corner,” I asked Rick and Brandon.

I got up and they followed without hesitation.

While we was walking, I saw Ms. Rosie who stayed 3 buildings down from my grandma…

“Hey Celicia!” she yelled from her window.

“Hey Ms. Rosie!!!” I greeted.

“With your li’l fine self, lookin’ like Greg…” she complimented.

I smiled as we kept walking…

Then we came to the corner.

I looked up and down the street for D…

“Man where D at!” I said.

Then a black 2008 Toyota Avalon pulled up…

“Oh son, dat’s Sho,” Brandon said.

“Who?” I asked…

“Dis nigga name Sho, he just moved up here from New Orleans, he stay on tha otha side of St. Nick with his auntie,” Brandon explained. “but he got his own place in the Bronx or somewhere…”

The black Avalon pulled to the curb and the driver’s window rolled down…

Soon as I saw Sho’s face, his eyes landed on me, and my eyes landed on him…

He was handsome…he had dreadlocks that went and little past his shoulders… he put me in thee mind of the rapper Li’l Wayne, and was buff just right, with the most smoothest brown skin…

He had the most prettiest eyelashes and naturally neat eyebrows (I had a fetish for eyebrows). You could tell that he had a rough life when you looked into his dark brown eyes because he had that ruff edge to him, but he was so hot!!!

“Watsup y’all New Yorkers,” he greeted

“Watsup N.O. for sho,” Rick said as him and Brandon dapped him off…

Sho kept his eyes on me…

I quickly turned my head away, trying to pretend I never saw him… Even though I wanted to see more of him…

“Say who love is over there?” I heard him ask Rick and Brandon.

“Oh her, dat’s Celicia, we call her Cee,” Rick explained.

“Celicia… Heyyy Celicia,” Sho greeted.

I looked at him for a moment.

Damn, them New Orleans niggas got some sexy ass accents….

“Hey,” I greeted…

“Oowh dat hoe fine,” I heard him say.

I looked at Sho with a disgusted look…

“Okay, I know you ain’t just call me no hoe!” I said.

“I’m sorry, did I offend you?” he asked.

“Yeah, you did…”

“Damn, I just think you fine though like…” he said…

“What?” I asked, confused…

“Say man,” Brandon interrupted, “take us over by Marcus Garvey park man…”

“Nigga for what?” Sho asked…

“Business, man.”

“Get in New Yorkers…” Sho said…

Brandon and Rick got in Sho’s car… which had a Louisiana license plate…

“Say love, you need a ride?” Sho asked me…

Right then, D pulled up…

“Sorry, but I don’t take rides from strangers…”

“Hard to get…. I like a challenge…” he said that then pulled off…

I got in D’s car on the passengers’ side…

“who the hell was dat in that car?” he asked as we sped off…

“Nobody…” I said.

“Dat car had a Louisiana license plate, who dat was?” he questioned.

“I don’t know, some dude for Rick and Brandon and them know.”

“Did he tell you something? Dat nigga in dat car, he told you something?”

“Nooo!” I yelled.

“Let me have to violate my probation ova you ’cause a nigga steppin’ out they margin,” he threatened…

“D, everybody know you on probation, niggas don’t care!!!” I said

“They’ll care when I light they ass up…”

“Why you tryna keep me on lockdown like I’m your bitch; I’m your sister-”

“Who you talkin’ to?” he yelled.

I shook my head.

“Nobody Donovan…”

“SO, who you goin’ meet at Kennedy’s?” he asked…

“Nadia, Kelley, and Laura, as usual, duh…” I said.

“Well hit me up if you mite need a ride back…”

“Nadia’s cousin Pop gon’ meet us there and pick us up afterwards,” I said.

“Pop… dat nigga from out the Fredrick Douglass Projects?” he asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“Ain’t dat’s that nigga dat like you, you know I don’t like dat dude!”

“You don’t like none of the niggas that like me,” I confronted.

“Okay, dat nigga 21 years old, what he want you for?”

I can’t say I blame D for protecting me so hard from these niggas. My almond brown skin, and my “Buffy thee Body” figure, was just something they couldn’t resist… plus I had thee longest black hair that I always kept fixed, thanks to D, since he had a hustle on the side, tryna make money to help me and my grandma by keeping bread on the table!!!

It’s funny though, how my daddy once sold drugs, now D sell drugs, and our mama’s on drugs… but I know he not the only one..

While we were still riding to Kennedy’s, D was still running his mouth…

“……..and you know if Greg was here, he’d be blastin’ niggas left to right…”

“D, could you go one day without talking about Greg?” I asked

“You just make sure you better call me when y’all leave…”
“Alrite,” I promised.

We pulled up in front of Kennedy’s and I quickly got out soon as D pulled up to the curb…

“You need some money?” he asked.

“Naah, I’m good,” I said.

“Remember to call me when you ready…”

“Okay, okay…”

I watched as D pulled off. Once he did, I went inside of the restaurant. While I was walking pass, a group of these white business looking-type men, was staring me down while they were eating their food at an outside table, so since they was watchin’ I gave ’em a little strut as I walked on by…

Once I got inside, I saw Nadia, Laura, and Kelley already at a table eating pizza…

“Cee ova here!” Laura yelled across the restaurant…

“Hey bitches!” I said as I sat down at the table with them…

I looked at the fresh pizza sitting on the tray in front of me.

“Damn, y’all was waiting on me, I would’ve been eatin’ dis pizza,” I said.

I grabbed a slice and started eating it…

“Damn you just gon’ come in and start eatin’ and shit, uh-uh baby, where ya money at?” my friend Laura said…

“I got money, I’ma help y’all pay for y’all pizza…” I said…

“What took you so long anyway?” my friend Nadia asked.

“Waitin’ on D, he dropped me off…”

I looked over at my friend Kelley who was on hush mouth.

She had her head down and was covering her face with her hands…

“Kelley what’s wrong with you?” I asked.

“She said she don’t feel good,” Nadia said.

“I think she pregnant,” Laura whispered.

Kelley looked up…

“I heard dat!” she snapped. “I ain’t pregnant Cee.”

“Well you was messin’ with dat boy Derek off of one one six…” Nadia said.

“Devin’s friend?” I exclaimed.

“I am not pregnant,” she repeated.

Kelley got a piece of pizza and started stuffing her face with it…

“But you don’t feel good,” I said. “and look how you eatin’ dat pizza…” I teased.

“She pregnant,” Laura said.

Kelley rolled her eyes at Laura.

“Hey, y’all know some dude named Sho or something?” I asked.

“Sho, ain’t dat’s that dude who just moved on your side, Laura?” Nadia asked.

“Oh, you talking ’bout dat trade with the dreds!” Laura exclaimed.

See, in case you’re wondering, my friend Laura Christophe, is from New Orleans, Louisiana, and got placed to NYC for the hurricane Katrina a few years back. She was ghetto, too. She said she grew up in the Melpomene Projects in the 3^rd w/d, uptown New Orleans!!!

“So you know him?” I asked…

“Yeah girl, he stay a few doors down from me in St. Nick girl!!! We cool, too, ’cause he from New Orleans, too. He from the East though…” she explained.

“The East? What’s dat?” I asked….

“It’s the East part of New Orleans, but you ain’t from our city so you don’t know ’bout all that, yea dig!!!” she teased…

“ ’Cause, son tried to holla at me on the slick today; he said, ‘dat hoe fine’, and I’m like, yo, I know he ain’t just call me no hoe, so I told him, and he asked me if I was offended… Hell yeah I’m offended!” I continued. “ Then he want ask me if I wanted if I wanted a ride after Rick and Brandon jumped they asses in his car….”

Nadia let out a laugh…

“You ain’t gon’ give him a try?” she said.

“What you mean?” I asked.

“U gon’ talk to him?” she asked…

“I don’t even know him…”

“Well you gon’ be seeing a lot more of him now,” Laura said. “ ‘Cause dat nigga gets around, he know people in Queens, the Bronx, and HELLO Brooklyn!”

“Good for him,” I said…

“But don’t lie, don’t lie, ain’t he hot?”

I started to blush a li’l bit…

“Yea, he got it… he hot….” I admitted…

“You still ain’t get no good jug yet,” Laura teased, “and you still got your li’l v-card, so Sho just mite give you dat good!”

“He do look like he got it…” I said…

“I know Sho Laura?” Nadia asked…

“Yea, he got dreds in his head, and he stay 3 doors down from me stupid!”

“Oh,” Nadia remembered.

“NECK!” Laura hit Nadia on the back of the neck…

“Ouch!” she screeched…

“What we gon’ do later, y’all?”

“I’m goin’ rite on St. Nick and 125^th street baby!” Laura exclaimed.

“We ain’t goin’ to the club or nothing?” I asked.

“I don’t know…” she said…

“I don’t think we should go clubbin’, I just want chill,” Kelley said.

“Yeah mmm-hmmm we know,” Laura said.

“Girl, shut up already!”

“Anyways, since y’all ain’t doin’ nothing tonite, Laura, I mite sleep by your house then,” I said…

“My brother gon’ be home,” she reminded.

Laura had a brother name john, and he had a crush on me and always messed around with me whenever I hang at Laura’s house…

“I thought your brother went to Nola with your mama?” I said.

“No, he ain’t go…” she said…

“I still mite come…” I said…

“Y’all ready to go yet?” Kelley asked, “I’m tired,” she complained…

“Yea, c’mon let’s go, you ready Nira?”

“Yeah,” Nadia said…

After we paid and shit, we left….

“Damn y’all must’ve was ready to get rid of me,” I said, “I was only with y’all at least twenty minutes!!!”

“Yeah, but we been waitin’ on your ass,” Laura said…

“Where we goin’ now?” Nadia asked.

“Let’s go by my house…” Kelley suggested…

“You probably gon’ go inside and go your ass to sleep,” Laura said. “No, you go home, we goin’ on 125^th…”

Once we reached our home sweet home, Kelley went her separate way to her house in the D building… Me, Nadia, and Laura went on 125^th street and we chilled by Chantal. Chantal was this cool round the way girl we hang with…

When we got over there, her and this girl we call C- building Kim(we called her that because they had too many Kim’s that we knew in St. Nick), and these boys named Robert and Eric was there, siting on a bench near her house, chillen.

“Watsup, watsup, watsup,” Laura greeted dapping them all off…

“Watsup Melph.” Robert said calling her by the nickname we all gave her since she was sooo Melpomene New Orleans!!!

“Watsup with you Nadia: and damn, what’s happenin’ Celicia…” he greeted.

“Hey,” I said…

“Celicia, I’ll give you twenty dollars if you let me squeeze your ass,” he said…

“Rob, get the fuck out my face!” I yelled.

“You trippen Cee,” Eric added, “If a nigga would pay just to touch you, you must got dat good…..”

“And if you let me fuck: damn if you let me hit dat from the back, I’ll give you a whole grand out here girl,” Rob teased…

“Chill out man. Y’all stop playin’ with my friend like dat son , foreal,” Laura offended.

“No Laura, let’em run they mouth, dis the type of shit my brother would love to know,” I said…..

“Damn, Cee, nigga just fucking with you, it ain’t even gotta be like dat,” Rob said, “you ain’t gotta go run and tell D…..”

“Oh-Oh, your li’l ass scared of D,” my friend Chantal added…

“Fuck; dat nigga got some hands; I don’t want get my ass knocked out over his little sister virgin ass pussy,” he said.

“Boy, fuck you!” I yelled…

“Chill out, B, foreal now,” Eric said.

“So watsup with y’all, what y’all doin’ tonite?” Chantal asked us…

“Nothing, just holdin’ the block down and dat’s about it,” Laura said.

“Why y’all ain’t going to the club? I think somebody havin’ a party at the 40/40 Club… and you know it always goes down at Club Sample and Big Major,” she said.

“But 40/40 is Jay-Z club, and it’s hard to get in there regardless, especially when they got parties and shit…”

“Oh, but I’m goin’ to Club Sample tonite though,” Chantal said.

“You and who?” Laura asked…

“I guess me and Kim, Kim friend, you want roll?”

“It don’t matter to me!” Kim exclaimed…

“Say Cee, son, you want roll?” Laura asked.

“I guess,” I said…

“C’mon Cee, we need you, ’cause you know the security guard at Club Sample like you, he gon’ let us in if you with us,” she said.

“Yea, I’ma go…”

“What time it is?” Chantal asked.

“Only five ’o clock,” Laura said, “and what time Sample open?”

“I don’t know, but we always go at ten Melph; and you know that!” Chantal said.

“Yeah, dat’s watsup., so for like eight ’o clock, eight thirty, we gon’ go get ready y’all,” Laura said, “Rob, Eric, y’all goin’ too?”

“Count us in,” Rob said…

“We gon’ roll deep, hear y’all!” Chantal exclaimed…

“Girl you is a mess…”

“Damn Cee friend, you quiet girl, what’s on your mind?” Chantal asked

“Nothing,” I lied.

I kept thinking ’bout this “Sho” nigga, and I wanted to know what else Laura knew about him… but why was I so curious about this dude?

“Oh Laura,” I finally spoke up. “What’s dat dude real name?”

“Who/” she asked…

“Sho,” I answered.

“Dammmnnn, to say you don’t know dude, you sure is curious about him,” she teased.

“I just want know…”

“Well ask him, ’cause there he go with Rick and Brandon rite now…”

I looked behind me and saw Rick, Brandon, and Chris Arana aka Arana(we called him by his last name because of the many Chris’s we knew in St. Nick) and with them was Sho, and these two other round the way boys name Joe and Wheezy (with an H, not Weesy, as in Li’l Wayne!!!)…

They came up to us and greeted everybody. The only ones I spoke to was Arana, Joe, and especially Wheezy….

He was my baby!!! I didn’t have a real crush on him, but I liked him ’cause I liked his swag!!! And I love it when a nigga got so much swag! That’s the best thing of a nigga (besides looks). Swagger is my weakness. If I liked a nigga swag, and it was just rite, he’d have me like a mouse on a trap…

“Watsup Sho, son!” When I heard Laura say that, she instantly cut through my thoughts…

“Watsup,” Sho said…

I looked over at him…

“Tell him hey, Cee,” Laura told me, putting me on blast…

“I remember you li’l sexy,” he said to me. “Hey, how you doin’.”

“Watsup,” I said…

I looked Sho dead in the face. He couldn’t do the same because his eyes were too busy wandering over my curvy body.

Then he looked dead at my ass, too…..

“Dang, son… Sho, you must see something you like,” Rick teased once he noticed Sho was looking at me…

“Yeah…” he said…

The way he was looking at me made me feel uncomfortable, so I started fucking with Wheezy……

“Hey Wheezy!” I said…“Wheezy Baby!!!”

“Watsup Cee; the hottie with the Buffy like body…” he teased…

I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders…

He wrapped his arms around my waist…

“Watsup witchu?” I asked.

“Nothing, why watsup with you baby girl?”

“You comin’ to tha club with us tonite?”

“Where y’all goin’?” he asked.

“Club Sample…”

“Oh, Fa’Sho… I’ma be in that bitch, all day!!!” he exclaimed…

“Well then I’ma chill with you tonite, alrite?” I said…

“Don’t tease me,” he said…

“I’m foreal,” I promised…

“And what I gotta do in order for that to happen…”

“Nothing, ‘cause you thee only nigga who ain’t got no obsession with my body.”

“Well… I wouldn’t say that,” he said…

He slowly rubbed his hands down my waist and tried to grab my booty…

“Boy stop-”

Before I could even say stop, he jerked away from me…

“Watsup D,” I heard everyone greet…

“Watsup…”

I looked over my shoulder and saw D standing behind me…

“What,” I asked, facing him…

“Didn’t I tell you to call me when you left Kennedy’s Celicia?” he questioned. “and what you doin’ over here for?”

“Damn, Donovan, whatchu want?” I asked.

“Why you over here with all these niggas?”

“I’m with Laura and Nadia, D.”

“Oh, watsup then Wheezy, you fucking with Cee, man?” he asked.

“Donovan!” I yelled.

“Nope,” Wheezy answered…

“Well then keep your hands off her…”

“Don’t you got better things to do than terrorize me!” I asked.

“Yeah, I was looking for Gee, Mo, and Thug’nem, y’all seen them?” D asked…

“Yeah,” Chantal said, ’they just went by the Slums…”

“I just came from off 132^nd, I ain’t see them dudes..” he said.

“They had niggas in the park, they mite be over there,” Chantal said…

“Alrite, thank you Tally,” he said… “And you, make sure you go your li’l ass home!”

D said that to me, and walked off

I noticed the look of disgust on Sho’s face that he gave to my brother once he turned his back…

“Who dat was?” Sho asked.

“That was D,” Rick said…

“Who the fuck is D-”

“My BROTHER!!!” I snapped.

“Your brother?” he repeated, “he tryna keep you on lock like you his bitch or something, I don’t like that,” he said…

“What?” I asked…

“He mite be your brother, I respect that, but if I see something that I want, it just gotta be mine; and I can’t have no other niggas bustin’ the pussy that I be bustin’,” he said

“Okay, first of all, I don’t know you; second of all, you should watch your mouth if you don’t want a pistol in it, and third of all, don’t play with my fucking brother, you talk about him, you talking ’bout me,” I confronted. “Oh, and lastly, fuck you…”

“Dat’s watsup,” he said. “Say Melph, I think your li’l friend feelin’ me…”

I gave him a look…

“Feeling you how?” I asked…

“You like me li’l baby, you don’t gotta front; I know you don’t know me, but I know you like me, dat’s why you acting like dat,” he said. “I could tell you feeling me by the way you look at me…”

“Say Sho, son, I think she do like you, too, like foreal,” Laura added.

I looked at her…

“Thanks a lot Laura!” I yelled…

“So you is feeling me?” he asked.

“Maybe… Maybe not….”

Later that night, everybody went to the club… It was me, Nadia, Laura, Chantal, and ( C-Building) Kim… We went to Club Sample together, and we saw Rick, Arana, Brandon, Rob, Eric, and even Devin and Derek…. And of course, Sho…

He was looking so clean, too…

He was wearing a dark red Coogi shirt with black and blue stripes in it. He had the dark blue matching Coogi jeans, with some black Cole Haan’s on his feet…

He really stood out more than all the other niggas in the club. A lot of hoes was tryna get at him too, because they noticed his difference from the other dudes….

Sho was just hot…

While me, Chantal, and Laura was at the bar flirtin’ with some dudes, Sho and’nem all came up to us, interrupting and shit. The cute niggas we was talking to quickly got lost once they came over…

“Watsup,” Sho greeted.

I was the first person he approached…

I looked at Sho as he looked me up and down from head to toe…

I was wearing my tight skinny-leg jeans with this cute olive green, v-neck t-shirt that showed a little cleavage and nicely complimented my 38C sized breast.

“You want a drink?” Sho asked…

“Long as you don’t put shit in it…” I said…

He finally looked me in the eyes and smiled at me…

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go ’head…”

“How old are you?” he asked…

“Fourteen,” I answered…

His mouth dropped…

“You fourteen?”

“Yeah,” I said…

“Awe, c’mon, stop lying…”

“No, I am foreal…”

“Stop lying…”

“I’m not lying,” I said. “why you think my brother dogged out on me the way he did earlier; ’cause he know how these niggas is when it come to me… And I’m too young…”

“You is kinda young though,” he agreed…

“How old you is?” I asked…

“Girlll, watchu you mean how old I’m is?”

“No foreal…” I said…

“I’m twenty-one, I just made twenty one, my birthday was like three days ago, dat’s why I came up here,’cause I said once I got officially legal, I was gon’ move to tha NYC for good ’cause I only came up here the first time because of hurricane Katrina in ’05...” he explained. “and you ain’t make it no better for me girl, you ain’t nothing but jail bait…”

He looked me up and down, licking his lips….

“But you still look interested,” I said…

“I am… so if you get tired of all these li’l boys and shit, hit me up so I can get my grown man on witcha,” he said…

He grabbed my chin and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips…

After he kissed me, I was so shocked!!! I looked at him like he had just slapped me!!!

He let out a small chuckle and then walked of…

And then Laura and Chantal approached me…

“Oh my gosh! Bitch, what the fuck was that??!” Chantal exclaimed…

“Girl! Girl! Girl! He Kissed You?????!!!” Laura asked…

“What y’all was talking ’bout?” Chantell asked.

“What happened?” Laura asked…

“I was hoping one of y’all could tell me dat,” I said…

“Girl, Sho just don’t know; he had too much heart to kiss you,” Chantal said. “’cause D woulda beat the fuck outta you, and pistol whip the fuck out Sho…”

“I don’t care…” I said. “I want dat dude…”