The One I Gave My Heart To(3)

“Why you acting like that Mia? What’s wrong with you?” Sipping out of her straw, Terri looked over in the direction that Dola and his crew were seated, then back at me.

“Cause it’s him, bitch! That’s who been staring at me since I walked through the door. I told y’all bitches it felt like someone was looking at me, but naw…y’all ain’t wanna believe me. Watch…don’t look now. Give it a second and then turn around.” I instructed.

Following my directions, Terri and Kelsi waited for about ten seconds before they both turned back around looking in Dola’s direction. As soon as they spotted him, they quickly turned back around excitedly. I swear, they were acting like a bunch of groupies during that moment making a bitch even more embarrassed.

“Oh shit! That nigga is still looking!” Kelsi said in disbelief.

“I know right! I thought he would’ve at least turned his head when we looked at him, but that nigga don’t care, and he’s still watching yo’ ass. Cocky muthafucka! Mia, what you don did to that man? I know you ain’t withholding secrets and shit!” Terri inquired, as if I really had something to do with the way that Dola was eye fucking me.

That nigga was peeling my clothes off with his eyes, piece-by-piece, as if I were a citrus fruit. He had been sexually assaulting me with them for so long that I’m sure that by now I was completely naked to him.

“What?!?” I snatched my head back at Terri with a frown on my face. “I haven’t done anything to him. Yeah, I’ve been crushing on his sexy ass for a minute now, but y’all already know that. I don’t even know him like that other than from what we’ve all heard in the streets about him. Hell, I had no clue it was him at first.” I explained.

“Well, it looks like your man crush got a thing for you too, Mia Pia.” Kelsi added, using the pet name that she and Terri had given me when we were younger.

“’Bout damn time….Mia you been lusting over this nigga since we were in high school. Ya’ lil’ ass was always too scared to let the nigga know or even try to get his attention.” Terri laughed.

“I’m tryna tell ya’! Couldn’t have been me. Shooood, every time I ran into him somewhere, I would’ve purposely dropped something on the ground and stuck my booty out while picking it up!” Kelsi said, and we all fell out laughing, because she wasn’t lying. She would really do some shit like that.

Terri was right, though. Not only was I scared, but Dola was already a grown ass man back when I was in high school. That nigga probably would’ve laughed in my face or chumped me off if he would’ve known that I had a thing for him back then. Especially, since I was jailbait at the time.

We all turned back around to see if he was still watching and, just like that, he was nowhere to be found. The red plush couch that he was once was sitting on was now empty with the exception of his entourage, who were still standing around in that area. Even though I was trying to play things cool, I couldn’t seem to get him off of my mind at that point. A breath of fresh air escaped my lips as a sense of relief settled my body causing me to relax a little bit more. The last time I was that nervous, Terri was shoplifting in Family Dollar back when we were sixteen, and even though I wasn’t the one stealing, I was with her, which made me an accessory to the crime. They took both of our black asses down to the city jail. Since we were minors at the time, they had no choice but to let us go. I guess they just wanted to teach our young asses a lesson.

Now, I don’t condone in stealing, but my girl Terri had it bad back when we were younger. Her dad shot and killed her mom when she was only six years old, leaving her in the custody of her foster parents. They were rarely home, leaving her there to survive on her own with no money or food, so from my understanding, she had to do what she had to do. The crazy thing about it is Terri enjoyed the freedom of not having them around and being able to do whatever she wanted to do, and that’s why she never reported them to the Division of Family and Children Services.

Dola and his crew were some go and get it type of niggas and had been for as far as I could remember. Back when I was in high school, he and his boys were the only young niggas in the city getting money the way that they were. Anything those niggas wanted, they would go and get it, by any means necessary. I knew that for a fact, because the more shit they got themselves into, the more the streets talked. In the city they were responsible for anything lavish, because of who they were and what they possessed. They threw all of the neighborhood parties and hosted all of the cookouts and events that took place in the city, from charity events, all the way down to the extravagant nightlife parties that everyone went all out for just to attend. Dola and his team ran the city from all sides. When them niggas said stop, muthafuckas stopped what they were doing immediately and wouldn’t budge until them niggas said go! When they pulled up to an event in a straight line, one car after another, everything came to a halt, because all eyes were on them, waiting for them to step out and make a grand entrance.