on, give a sista a break.
I threw on some sweatpants, Nikes, and a light jacket and headed down the block to Shyâs building. I knocked hard on her door, and she answered within seconds. I could tell she was crying: her eyes were puffy, and her face was stained with tears.
She let me in and closed the door.
âShy, you aâight?â I asked, concerned.
She sat on the couch and recapped the nightâs events. Now Iâm thinking somebody got shot or killed, but she getting all worried and troubled about niggas brawling in a club. I mean, come onâniggas fight all the time, and I know this wasnât the first fight sheâs seen or been through. But I did understand her concern when it came to Roscoe. He could be a hothead, and there was no telling when he left out that door what his true intentions were.
So I calmed her down, and she called Jade up one more time. But Jade didnât pick up. Now I got a little worried myself. Shy wanted to drive back down to the club and see what popped off. But I told her it wouldnât be worth it. I had a better idea. I decided to call Jadeâs crib, instead of her cell phone. And guess what, this bitch picked up. Shy was so relieved. We all didnât waste time chatting on the phone. Shy and I went to her apartment.
We got to Jadeâs crib in minutes. She came to the door in her house robe and hugged Shy.
âGirl, you okay?â Shy asked.
âI was worried about you,â Jade replied.
âIâve been callinâ your phone all night, and you ainât pick up,â Shy said.
âI lost that shit,â Jade explained. âI lost all of my shitâmy purse, my cell, and my keys. Itâs a good thing James had an extra set.â
âWhat happened to James?â I asked.
âHe dropped me off and left,â Jade explained.
âRoscoe too.â
âI heard somebody got stabbed tonight,â Jade told us.
âWho?â Shy and I asked in unison.
âI donât know, one of Jamesâs friends. I donât know how everything started, but James was really upset. His phone went off while we were driving home, and he dropped me off in front of the building and left.â
See, thatâs why I donât fuck witâ none of these local shits, especially anything in Queens and Brooklyn. Manhattan, Long Island, Iâll fuck with, probably, as long as itâs upscale and niggas canât get in witâ jerseys, sneaker, Timbs, hoodies, and shit.
Well, of course I ended up staying the night at Jadeâs crib, gossiping and talking about what went down. We talked until my eyes became heavy. I tried to wait up with Jade and Shy, waiting for their boyfriends to come home, but I ended up falling asleep on her couch.
Â
M orning came quick, and I woke up on Jadeâs sofa. I looked over, and Shy was asleep in a chair across from me. I looked at the time and it was 9 a.m. on Sunday morning.
Damn, I had been tired last night. The first thing I wanted to do was go home, jump in the shower, and brush my teeth. I had morning breath, for real. And sleeping on this couch didnât make waking up easier. I was still in my sweats and a tank top, and felt somewhat funky.
I peered around the room. I guess Jade was in her bedroom. I stood up, and thatâs when I heard someone at the door. I figured it was James, so I threw my jacket over me, trying to look somewhat decent.
James came into the room, looking furious. His jeans were dirty, and his wife-beater was torn and had a lilâ bit of blood on it. He looked a mess.
Shy finally woke up. She immediately jumped up out of her chair and asked, âJames, whereâs Roscoe?â
James looked over at Shy. I knew something had gone wrong last night. Before James could say something, Jade stepped into the room. She saw her man standing there, and she went up to him and hugged him strongly.
âOhmygod, babyâwhat happened to
I threw on some sweatpants, Nikes, and a light jacket and headed down the block to Shyâs building. I knocked hard on her door, and she answered within seconds. I could tell she was crying: her eyes were puffy, and her face was stained with tears.
She let me in and closed the door.
âShy, you aâight?â I asked, concerned.
She sat on the couch and recapped the nightâs events. Now Iâm thinking somebody got shot or killed, but she getting all worried and troubled about niggas brawling in a club. I mean, come onâniggas fight all the time, and I know this wasnât the first fight sheâs seen or been through. But I did understand her concern when it came to Roscoe. He could be a hothead, and there was no telling when he left out that door what his true intentions were.
So I calmed her down, and she called Jade up one more time. But Jade didnât pick up. Now I got a little worried myself. Shy wanted to drive back down to the club and see what popped off. But I told her it wouldnât be worth it. I had a better idea. I decided to call Jadeâs crib, instead of her cell phone. And guess what, this bitch picked up. Shy was so relieved. We all didnât waste time chatting on the phone. Shy and I went to her apartment.
We got to Jadeâs crib in minutes. She came to the door in her house robe and hugged Shy.
âGirl, you okay?â Shy asked.
âI was worried about you,â Jade replied.
âIâve been callinâ your phone all night, and you ainât pick up,â Shy said.
âI lost that shit,â Jade explained. âI lost all of my shitâmy purse, my cell, and my keys. Itâs a good thing James had an extra set.â
âWhat happened to James?â I asked.
âHe dropped me off and left,â Jade explained.
âRoscoe too.â
âI heard somebody got stabbed tonight,â Jade told us.
âWho?â Shy and I asked in unison.
âI donât know, one of Jamesâs friends. I donât know how everything started, but James was really upset. His phone went off while we were driving home, and he dropped me off in front of the building and left.â
See, thatâs why I donât fuck witâ none of these local shits, especially anything in Queens and Brooklyn. Manhattan, Long Island, Iâll fuck with, probably, as long as itâs upscale and niggas canât get in witâ jerseys, sneaker, Timbs, hoodies, and shit.
Well, of course I ended up staying the night at Jadeâs crib, gossiping and talking about what went down. We talked until my eyes became heavy. I tried to wait up with Jade and Shy, waiting for their boyfriends to come home, but I ended up falling asleep on her couch.
Â
M orning came quick, and I woke up on Jadeâs sofa. I looked over, and Shy was asleep in a chair across from me. I looked at the time and it was 9 a.m. on Sunday morning.
Damn, I had been tired last night. The first thing I wanted to do was go home, jump in the shower, and brush my teeth. I had morning breath, for real. And sleeping on this couch didnât make waking up easier. I was still in my sweats and a tank top, and felt somewhat funky.
I peered around the room. I guess Jade was in her bedroom. I stood up, and thatâs when I heard someone at the door. I figured it was James, so I threw my jacket over me, trying to look somewhat decent.
James came into the room, looking furious. His jeans were dirty, and his wife-beater was torn and had a lilâ bit of blood on it. He looked a mess.
Shy finally woke up. She immediately jumped up out of her chair and asked, âJames, whereâs Roscoe?â
James looked over at Shy. I knew something had gone wrong last night. Before James could say something, Jade stepped into the room. She saw her man standing there, and she went up to him and hugged him strongly.
âOhmygod, babyâwhat happened to
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