She Used to Be the Sweetest Girl(24)

Chuckling Mel said, “Nah, because I’m sort of that nigga right now. That’s why it’s shocking.”



“Is that right?” Brix asked, laughing.



“Yeah, that’s right.”



“Hmm. Must not really be that nigga if I’ve never heard of you.”



Leaning to the side some, Mel raised his eyebrow in amusement. It was something about Brix he couldn’t put his finger on, but he was definitely feeling her. Her smart remarks that seemed to come off as rude, but were actually just her personality, made him smile. She was different, something he wasn’t used too.



“You funny man. It’s alright if you haven’t heard of me; the timing just wasn’t right,” he responded coolly. Just as Brix was about to respond, she finally realized her song was blasting over the speakers and she got up to dance, drunk and all.



“I drive the foreign like it was a Chevy. Lift it up and gone offset. Fuck a cougar like she Halle Berry. Future Hendrix, dirty sprite legendary,” Brix sang along with Future. His lyrics she knew, for the most part. Some of the things he said were hard to figure out, but “March Madness” was her shit.



Mel looked on as she rapped the lyrics and swayed from side to side in her zone. It only took that trap music to bring the ratchet up out her and Mel was enjoying it. Bobbing his head to the beat, he took a sip from his cup before he heard shots start ringing out. Jumping up from his seat, pulling his heat out, he pulled Brix’s arm, telling her to get on the ground. Mel didn’t know where the shots were coming from, but he didn’t want her to be caught in the crossfire. Letting Brix know he’d be right back, he started to walk toward the other part of the sectional, but Larry stopped him.



“They good over there. It was some niggas in the crowd shooting.”



“Nah, I gotta check on my brothers, man. Watch out.” Shoving Larry out the way, Mel made it over to his brothers, who were all gripping on their heat as well.



“Y’all straight over here?” he asked everybody.



“Yeah, we good. Let’s bounce though. I ain’t got time to be getting shot up,” Omar told him.



Glancing back over toward Brix, he saw she was still crouched down next to the couch like he told her. Carissa walked over, with Lexi right behind her, and pulled her drunk ass up.



“Girl, let’s get the hell out of here. Black folk can't never act right in public,” Carissa said, pulling her along. Almost tripping over her heels, Brix straightened her walk up. Although she was still lit, she’d be damned if she embarrassed herself by falling. Walking toward the steps, Shemel stopped her before she reached them.



“Put my number in your phone and let me know when you make it home, alright?” he told her.



Reaching in her clutch, she grabbed her iPhone and handed it to him after unlocking it with her fingerprint. She didn’t feel like dealing with putting his number in, so she gave him the task. Quickly saving his number, he sent himself a text just in case she forgot to hit him up.



“Y’all be safe and don’t forget to call me,” he said, tugging on one of her curls.



Smiling, Brix put her phone away and followed her girls down the steps. Stepping out into the cold, she zipped her jacket up and walked as quickly as she could to the car.



“See, this why I don’t go out now,” Lexi said, rubbing her hands together once they reached the car. “Niggas always gotta start shooting.”



“Fuck all that. Them niggas messed up my chances of going home with Pierre,” Carissa said.

“It was either gone be you leaving with him or Trap Queen back there with Mel,” Lexi said, laughing.



They both looked back at Brix who was laid out on the backseat with her arm thrown over her eyes. She didn’t even bother to respond to their shit talking. Her head was spinning and all she wanted to do was climb in bed.



“Oh believe me, she gone be his Trap Queen foreal, in no time,” Carissa said, smirking. Pulling out of the parking lot, Lexi played soft music as she prepared to drop her girls off. Yes, tonight was a success, but she was ready to go home and talk to her man. Carissa was on the same thing. Quickly texting her boo, she smiled and did a happy dance in her seat.



“The hell you dancing for?” Lexi asked.



“I’m getting some dick tonight bihhh!” she said cheesing.





Six

“What you running for? You been waiting to get this dick all week,” Pierre said, gripping Carissa’s waist to keep her from moving.

After leaving the club last night, she had texted his phone and he gladly responded. They had been fooling around for a minute now, but nobody really knew. Carissa had told Brix that they had texted here and there and fucked a few times, but nothing more. She had caught feelings for him and that was not a part of her plans, but it was too late now. Arching her back more, she threw her ass back as he slammed into her. There was nothing sweet or romantic about the sex; they were straight fucking.