Power of the Pussy |+18

13.

Trigga

As soon as class was dismissed, I was on her ass. Before Laurel even could blink, I snatched her up and cornered her so she didn't have anywhere to go. I can tell her friend wanted to say some shit but one look from my ass sent him running in the opposite direction.

"Let go of me!" She yanked her arm away. She was mad as fuck. And she had every right to be, but for once, a nigga was trying to be considerate. Laurel attempted to bypass me causing me to block her. I pressed my palms tightly against the wall, so no matter how hard her ass pressed against my arms she wasn't go anywhere.

"Calm the fuck down," I whispered harshly to her since she was causing a fucking scene. A group of girls passed by being nosy trying to see what was going on. I already knew this was going to get back to Shaniya.

I couldn't do this shit here. Too many ears lurking around. And the shit we had to discuss, needed to be said in private.

Falling silent, Laurel stopped resisting. She took a deep breath as if to calm herself down before looking me in the eye and calmly speaking. "Let me go. You're going to make me miss the bus."

"Even better, I can drop you off instead," I told her. Knowing the last place she wanted to go to was my place

"No, Trigga. What part of leave me alone don't you understand. Move before the bu-"

"I'll stay posted up in this mothafucka all day if I have to! Now look we need to talk, but not here. And I know you not gone want to go to my place, so let's go to yours. I can drop you off." I interrupted her, letting her ass know what it is. We would've been going back and forth all day if I ain't just come out with it.

"Okay! Damn!" She finally surrendered. "But you are not taking me home. Just. . . meet me at my place. You remember from the last time right?" She questioned. I nodded my head.

"Good. Now can I go?"

Releasing my grip from the wall, I stood up straight, giving her some space. She walked away in a haste and I couldn't help but watch after her.

I knew if I left now, I'd beat her there so I took a minute to smoke in my car. I needed to get my thoughts together on how I was gone approach this. I reflected on Bentley's and I last smoke session. I couldn't help but smirk a little. Nigga swore up and down Laurel ain't want shit to do with me. If only his ass could see me now.

Pulling up at her house, the driveway was bare with the exception of one car. I sighed, thinking of the last time I was here. The way I left her was foul. Shit had me thinking maybe part of the reason why I was pursuing things this way was because a nigga felt a little guilty.

I was about to text her and let her know I was outside until I realized I never even got her number.

Exiting the car, I made my way up the driveway. From glancing at the windows, it didn't seem like anyone was home. No lights appeared to be on. But a nigga knocked anyways.

I waited as patiently as I could but when I felt like I was waiting for too long, I got ready to knock again. Just as I raised my fist to the door, the sound of it being unlocked stopped me. I took a step back as the door finally opened. The strong smell of alcohol slapped me in the face as I took in Laurel's mom.

I knew it was her because although she favored her dad, Laurel and her mom shared the same light eyes. She swayed a little, before gripping the door. Confusion spread across her face as she eyed me, wondering who I was.

"Can I. . . help youu?" She slurred a little. Her ass was pissy drunk.

"Yeah, I'm here to see Laurel," I answered.