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head and put in the DS2 CD. If anything could hype me up, it was Future. “Ayyyyyyye. Fuck it up, fuck it up.” I twerked in my seat while Shauna cheered me on. We sat in the car laughing and acting a fool until Carter broke the mood, calling her cell phone.
“Hey, Daddy. Yeah we’re here. Uh-huh but the line is still long as hell. I don’t care about the capacity. Well, do whatever you have to do and let them in. Tell the old bitches to go home, tell the lame niggas to go home and the ugly hoes. It’s my birthday not yours, not Gotti’s, not the muthafuckin’ owner’s, MINE! Tell him to let them in so I can come in or I’m going home.”
Shauna’s spoiled ass hung up the phone and pointed to the line. We weren’t even twenty-one yet and already had bitches getting kicked out the club. Getting out of the car, we made our way to the front of the line.
“I.D.’s please.” The security guard stepped in front of us. I handed him the cards and he looked at us funny. “Y’all are some young looking twenty-one year olds.” I smiled and Shauna’s high ass busted out laughing. “Something funny? Or is there something in the air that gave you the giggles, little girl?” This big man who looked like a bigger version of Dewayne Johnson, had a serious anger problem and Shauna wasn’t helping.
“Go get Carter. Let him tell you who the fuck I am.” Speaking of the Devil, Carter stepped out of the club. He looked different outside of the referee shirt and slacks he always had on at work. Wearing a pair of black Levi’s, a black Polo shirt, and some black Timberland boots, he looked way more hood. His long dreads were tied in a knot at the back of his head and his face was neatly lined up as usual. For a nigga in his early thirties, he knew how to dress very young.
“What’s up CJ?” We looked at each other.
“CJ?” Carter smiled and told him to let us in.
“Carter J. Hardwick, is my full name. Everybody from Post Road to Haughville knows me as C.J. When I grew up the name stuck, but I prefer to be called Carter.”
I had never been in a club before. The lighting and setting was nice as hell. He led us to the V.I.P section, sat down and pulled Shauna on his lap. I sat on the longer couch across from them and was happy seeing them so happy.
“So, when did this happen?” I pointed between the two of them. They looked at each other and smiled.
“Remember that day y’all was being nosey?” He said as I rolled my eyes.
“Ha! That was funny. So how long was it, after that, that you decided you wanted to stop being scared and go ahead and wife up one of the baddest bitches in Nap?”
Carter busted out laughing. “Who else is bad?”
I stood up and did a spin. “Yours truly, but I’m not a basic bitch that needs someone to tell me that. I already know.”
Shauna waved her hand in the air. “Preach.” I laughed until I felt somebody walk up behind me.
“What’s good fam?” Kenyon slid in the seat next to me, after dapping up with Carter.
“Waiting on you to give me the word.” Kenyon was looking so damn fine in a simple pair of khaki’s, work boots, a black hoodie and his usual black and white Los Angeles Kings hat. He smiled at me with those pearly whites.
“So it’s your birthday?” he asked. Shauna cleared her throat from the other side of the table.
“Now it is. Happy birthday, bitch. You like my present?” She said and I couldn’t help but laugh at my silly best friend. Kenyon and Carter looked confused.
“No. It’s hers.” I pointed to Shauna who was mugging a group of females that were staring at us from across the room.
“Aye. I’ll be right back. Kenwood, let me holla at you for a minute.” Carter and Kenyon got up and left us sitting at the table by ourselves.
***
Kenyon
“What’s up?” Carter had pulled me to the side and was pointing at some bitch across the way.
“Why the fuck is she here?” I squinted until I saw Monica’s fat ass walking toward
“Hey, Daddy. Yeah we’re here. Uh-huh but the line is still long as hell. I don’t care about the capacity. Well, do whatever you have to do and let them in. Tell the old bitches to go home, tell the lame niggas to go home and the ugly hoes. It’s my birthday not yours, not Gotti’s, not the muthafuckin’ owner’s, MINE! Tell him to let them in so I can come in or I’m going home.”
Shauna’s spoiled ass hung up the phone and pointed to the line. We weren’t even twenty-one yet and already had bitches getting kicked out the club. Getting out of the car, we made our way to the front of the line.
“I.D.’s please.” The security guard stepped in front of us. I handed him the cards and he looked at us funny. “Y’all are some young looking twenty-one year olds.” I smiled and Shauna’s high ass busted out laughing. “Something funny? Or is there something in the air that gave you the giggles, little girl?” This big man who looked like a bigger version of Dewayne Johnson, had a serious anger problem and Shauna wasn’t helping.
“Go get Carter. Let him tell you who the fuck I am.” Speaking of the Devil, Carter stepped out of the club. He looked different outside of the referee shirt and slacks he always had on at work. Wearing a pair of black Levi’s, a black Polo shirt, and some black Timberland boots, he looked way more hood. His long dreads were tied in a knot at the back of his head and his face was neatly lined up as usual. For a nigga in his early thirties, he knew how to dress very young.
“What’s up CJ?” We looked at each other.
“CJ?” Carter smiled and told him to let us in.
“Carter J. Hardwick, is my full name. Everybody from Post Road to Haughville knows me as C.J. When I grew up the name stuck, but I prefer to be called Carter.”
I had never been in a club before. The lighting and setting was nice as hell. He led us to the V.I.P section, sat down and pulled Shauna on his lap. I sat on the longer couch across from them and was happy seeing them so happy.
“So, when did this happen?” I pointed between the two of them. They looked at each other and smiled.
“Remember that day y’all was being nosey?” He said as I rolled my eyes.
“Ha! That was funny. So how long was it, after that, that you decided you wanted to stop being scared and go ahead and wife up one of the baddest bitches in Nap?”
Carter busted out laughing. “Who else is bad?”
I stood up and did a spin. “Yours truly, but I’m not a basic bitch that needs someone to tell me that. I already know.”
Shauna waved her hand in the air. “Preach.” I laughed until I felt somebody walk up behind me.
“What’s good fam?” Kenyon slid in the seat next to me, after dapping up with Carter.
“Waiting on you to give me the word.” Kenyon was looking so damn fine in a simple pair of khaki’s, work boots, a black hoodie and his usual black and white Los Angeles Kings hat. He smiled at me with those pearly whites.
“So it’s your birthday?” he asked. Shauna cleared her throat from the other side of the table.
“Now it is. Happy birthday, bitch. You like my present?” She said and I couldn’t help but laugh at my silly best friend. Kenyon and Carter looked confused.
“No. It’s hers.” I pointed to Shauna who was mugging a group of females that were staring at us from across the room.
“Aye. I’ll be right back. Kenwood, let me holla at you for a minute.” Carter and Kenyon got up and left us sitting at the table by ourselves.
***
Kenyon
“What’s up?” Carter had pulled me to the side and was pointing at some bitch across the way.
“Why the fuck is she here?” I squinted until I saw Monica’s fat ass walking toward
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