She Used to Be the Sweetest Girl(20)

“Are you serious right now? Fuck you, box head ass. I’m too fine to be up here anyway,” she said storming off, trying to get her friends’ attention. They weren't paying her any mind though, so she just left out of their section.



“Yeah yeah, Kangaroo pouch. Go down there and find a lame nigga,” Ricky said, laughing. He was high as hell and was lit off Patron.



“You gotta chill man. These females gone jump you,” Mel said, laughing.



“I wish a bitch would put her hands on me. I’d shoot her fingers off,” Ricky said seriously. Only females crazy enough to deal with him were the ones who were just as crazy.



Mel laughed as he continued to sip his drink. His mama had told him not to get too faded cause there was going to be some big names in the building tonight, but he didn't listen. He had to be in his zone, especially around all these people.



Across the way, on the other side of their section, Pierre had some chick bent over, touching her toes, twerking to “Throw Sum Mo”. She had hella ass, so throwing it was not a problem at all. The ladies flocked to Pierre, just like every other nigga in their circle. He's light skinned, standing at 6'1, tattoos covering almost every part of his body and what the ladies adored most; his slick mouth. He could talk a chick out of her panties in no time. He was just that nigga.



Nodding his head in approval at little mama doing her thing, Mel stood up from his spot, ready to peep the scene a little more. Walking in, he didn't really get a chance to check the crowd over like he wanted to, but now was perfect timing. Standing behind the railing, he looked through the dark crowd. The only area with light was the bar, and the different sections. On the floor, there was only enough light so you could squeeze your way through.



A few other local rappers nodded their heads his way. Many of them had been wanting to do a collaboration, but they money wasn't looking right. Back in the day, he wouldn't mind, but not anymore. Niggas would be quick to try and make a come up off his name. The same way Meek did Drake. Young Mel didn't need to do no features; he was poppin' by himself. Only reason he did the collaboration a few days ago was because his manager said it would be a good look for the show. Whatever involved the right amount of money looked good to Shemel, so he hopped on board.



Looking down at his watch, he had about forty-five minutes until he went on. Time was moving quick and he was getting even more anxious. Like hustling, he enjoyed the rush of seeing the crowd rap along to his lyrics. It was his adrenaline to keep him going. He put his all into his music and for people to fuck with it on such a level he didn't think would happen, he felt honored. Mel glanced toward the door to see if there was still a long line, and his eyes damn near popped out of his head.



"Damn. She’s dressed simple as hell and still fine," he said, licking his lips.



Brix, Carissa, and their friend Lexi strolled through the entrance without paying a dime. The bouncer wanted Carissa's number, and the only way he was getting it was if he let them in for free. She convinced him she would throw him the digits and once he lifted the rope, she rattled off the fake number she gave almost every dude. Walking straight in, the trio waited until they were a good distance away to clown the bouncer.



"Girl, that nigga was not getting my number. He looked old enough to be my daddy," she told Brix, while laughing.



"Right! The hell he thought this was," Lexi joined in.



"He was mad creepy too," Brix replied, while fluffing her hair out. When she got off work yesterday, Carissa finally decided to tell her where they were going for the weekend, so she roller set her hair using perm rods. Her hair was so thick it took her about three hours for it to completely dry, and she was not happy about that. Taking the rollers out this morning though, she was glad she didn't get impatient, because her hair was giving every bit of life.



Not big on the uniformed look everyone went for, she used her pick to dishevel them in small sections before she achieved the look she was going for, big, and that it was. Her attire for the night were some black ripped skinny jeans, a cream cropped sweater that stopped just below her belly button and some olive green booties, which were her fave. She had them in just about every color. Topping the outfit off with a leather jacket and her MK clutch, she was ready to hit the bar.



She and Carissa had been drinking the whole ride there, but it seemed as soon as they stepped out of the car, they sobered up quick as hell. Lexi offered to drive since she had to work in the morning and knew a hangover was not something she could afford to be dealing with. With it being her last day of training on her new job, she was not taking any chances of waking up late.