"I'm never taking the elevator again." I said thinking outloud. That was suppose to be a thought.

He looked at me and hung up his phone. "Wassup with you? Tell me why you act like this?" He asked.

"I have a low tolerance for guys like you." I said.

"Niggas like me? You ain't never met a nigga like me so whatchu' mean." He asked with raised eyebrows.

That was not the response I was expecting. "What I mean is...niggas that treat girls like me any ole kind of way."

It was a long pause before he responded. "I treat females according to how they carry they self. If you have no respect for yourself why should I."

I let what he just said sink in. He had a valid point. I never thought of it that way at all.

"So by niggas like me you say...I got offended when you said that. Don't try to base my character off a lame ass nigga you was with."

I looked at him. I tried to find the lie in his eyes. It wasn't one. "What make you so sure?"

"I see you like to play games. You ain't never been a nigga that tell you truth. I can see it right now."

He was telling the truth. Kaleb use to constantly lie. "True."

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