“She made the cakes for Amani’s birthday party. I had to go pick ‘em up and it’s the same fine ass girl I told y’all I saw in Wal-Mart that night. Shawty had on some spandex shorts, looking right,” Mel said, going down memory lane. That wasn’t the only thing that captivated him though. Brix was drop dead gorgeous and her personality made her even sexier. That’s why he really wanted to get to know her. Forget all the other shit.
“And she played you?” Pierre asked amused. It wasn’t every day his boy got turned down, so he was ready to hear this story.
“Told my ass I wasn’t her type. Like what the fuck does that even mean? I’m everybody type,” he said, breaking his shell down to roll up. He needed something to relax him and since he didn’t have to go to the studio for a few hours, he was gone blow some Kush and chill back.
“This nigga here,” Pierre said laughing. “What’s the first thing our pops told us when we got in the game?” he said to all of them.
“We don’t love these hoes, we just fuck these hoes. If they ain’t talking money then we duck these hoes,” they said in unison.
“Exactly. Fuck her then bro. She didn’t know who you were?” Pierre asked.
“Shit, I guess not. I mean, she prolly heard somethin’ about me. Why else would she say I ain’t her type? She don’t even know me,” he said more to himself. He had never stressed over any female, but Brix had him tripping.
“Like I said, fuck her then. It’s plenty more bitches out here. I’on know why yo ass tryna fall in love anyway. Once you make it big with this rap shit, so many bitches gone be on yo dick, you gone need to hire bodyguards. Straight up,” Pierre told him.
“And the ones you don’t want, send ‘em my way,” Fatz said, making everybody laugh.
Shemel sat back in deep thought. He already had females on his dick from his name alone, so the rapping was just extra clout. He didn’t care too much for it though. He had plenty of chicks in his phone he could knock down on the late night, but he didn’t have time for that. Every time he’d think of settling down, he’d also think about the money he would be missing while he was laid up. He didn’t have time to hear complaining about coming in late or about putting his hustle before a relationship. On many nights, he heard his mother complain about the same shit to his pops until he handed the throne over to his kids. If a chick wasn’t ready for his lifestyle, then he most definitely wasn’t her type.
“Y’all right, y’all right. Fuck it. Saturday gone be a movie and we gone be live in that hoe! After that, we gone hit the strip club and pay somebody broke baby daddy’s child support check,” he laughed, slapping hands with his boys.
They sat around talking and laughing, until it was time to hit the studio. Mel had two days left to prepare for his show, but he honestly didn’t need them. He was a natural when he got on stage. Only reason he was going tonight is because he had already paid for it, and he wasn’t in the field of wasting money. He’d just lay some new music down and drop it on his loyal supporters, on some Beyoncé shit.
* * * * *
“Why in the world do you keep calling me, Drew?” Brix spoke calmly into the phone. She was on her lunch break at work, and for the fourth time today, he was ringing her line.
“Damn, you don’t miss a nigga?” he spat into the phone.
Brix rolled her eyes and sat her fork down before responding. “No, in fact, there is nothing to miss. What we had is so over it’s not even funny. I don’t even know why you think it’s okay to still contact me. I need to get my damn number changed,” she hissed under her breath.
“I hurt you that damn bad that I can’t even call to check on you? What kind of shit is that?”
“Check on me!” she hollered, then brought her voice down a few octaves. “Check on me, now? Where the hell were you when my father died? You weren’t doing any checking then. I can’t believe I’m even hearing this right now,” she spat.
“Man B, I was going through some shit and I told you that. I didn’t know how to deal with your emotions and mine,” he said.
“So you just leave like a freaking coward? Oh my God, who was I dating for all those years?” she replied, shaking her head.
“Yes I left, but I’m back now. I was hoping we could work shit out. I know you still got love for a nigga,” he had the nerve to say.
“Ha, wow. What is it with you guys so called telling me how I feel? Listen Drew, you and I will never be again. It’s been two years since I’ve seen you, and quite frankly, I pray to God it stays that way. You hurt me and I am finally getting over you and I—” she stopped, getting cut off.