DIO
I sucked my teeth as I stood back and watched my girl shake her ass on that nigga Jesaiah.
The fact that those niggas thought I really would not come here while Samara was in the muhfucka was beyond me.
I even tried sparing her ass, pulling her away from the crowd, letting her have her fun while she shook her ass on me.
Then that hoe nigga came and wrapped his arms around her.
I was seething. I clenched at my gun that sat at my waist as I fought with myself not to pull the trigger on his bitch ass.
“He’s whispering in her ear and shit,” I mumbled to myself. “Fuck! What do you have to say to her?”
I had it give to Beans; he was trying, and the disappointed look on Samara’s face told me she was enjoying herself.
My girl was having fun being free. Samara didn’t want to be in a relationship; she wanted a taste of the single life, and that fucked with me even more.
I watched as Jesaiah kept taking peeks at her, and the more he looked, the angrier I got.
I gripped my gun and came off the wall. As I went to approach his ass, a girl stood in front of me.
When I noticed it was the girl from campus, I brushed her off.
She didn’t do shit wrong, but she was in my fucking way.
I looked her up and down. “And?”
“And I thought maybe we could dance.”
I shook my head. “I need you to move around.”
She leaned forward again. “I know you're on the line, and I know you’re not supposed to be here. Only niggas left on campus are those who are pledging and those who don’t have a life, and I’m sure you're not one of those. However, if you dance with me, I won’t tell anybody.”
“I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck!” I snapped. “Now move around.”
She smirked. She went to say something else when Xavier came up, pushing her out of the way. “Nigga, get gone. Whatever it is you’re thinking, don’t. We got Samara.”
I gritted my teeth. “Do you? Huh? ‘Cause last I saw, she was grinding all on that nigga. Streets, nigga, move,” I warned him.
“Only if you leave.”
I nodded. “I’m going to leave. Now, move.”
He limped his simple ass out of the way. I flicked the hoodie lower over my face as I made my way toward the exit. My eyes turned to look at Mars one last time as she smiled with her friends. I saw Beans catch my eye. I lifted my finger to my lips.
“Shh.”
As soon as the waitress walked by with her tray, I snatched the bottle, moved through the crowd, and bashed that nigga Jesaiah over the back of his head.
There was a gasp as the people around us tried to figure out who it was.
I ducked, pushed through the crowd, and left.
I was fucked up and in my feelings. Samara liked that nigga.
I saw it in her face. If this was what she wanted, she was going to get it.