JailBird

12.) " Shawty Right Hea' "

JaNaye Simone Winters

It's been a week since I last seen August.

His mom invited me to church Sunday and I haven't decided if I wanna go or not.

The last past week has went okay.

Just like any other week.

Since I don't have anything to do tonight I decided that id stop by the bar.

I didn't go often cause I wasn't much of a partier but since I have nothing else to do I'm gonna go have fun.

I'm not the regular partier once I go to the club.

I'm the type to sit back and laugh at any and everybody.

The girls who think they the baddest, yep laughed at.

The niggas who think they can snatch any bitch, yep laughed at.

And the ridiculous weaves, yep laughed at.

It was currently 10:53 p.m. so I got up and showered.

After getting out the shower i wrapped a towel around me and Flat Ironed my hair.

As I flat ironed my hair I listened to Crushing by Sonta.

Once I finished I did my make up, it was just a simple look nothing major.

Shortly after I put on my clothes, I put on a black crop top that reads QueenJ, some black skin tight jean, and my Balenciago's.

I sprayed on some perfume and put on my earrings.

Then I grabbed my keys and phone and started towards the truck.

Settling inside I buckled up and crunk up.

Pulling out the driveway I applied lip gloss.

I drove to a lil kickback joint named "Grind'N'Jamz".

While parking I unbuckled and cut the car off.

After getting out I went inside.

The guard standing at the door licked his lips as he glanced me over.

"I.D. shawty?" He stuck out his hand.

I gave him my I.D. and he looked over at it.

He gave it back as I headed inside the main room.

The club was full as hell.

The D.J. was playing Suge by Dababy.

I found me a set up in the corner.

I looked around and say this girl with Red tracks in her head.

You could see every track in her head but yet you couldn't tell her shit.

Across the room, there was a nigga who was laced with all the knock off everything.

Shoes, clothes, grill, everything.

I kept glancing around the room and noticed a familiar face.

He looked so much different since last week.

He had went and got a hair cut. He still had a afro but was now died blonde on the ends

He had on a green long jacket thingy and everything he wore looked expensive. ( in mm)

I mean like this was a totally new side I'd never seen.

He looked totally scrumptious.

He saw looking and started heading my way.

For some reason I got scared.

By the time he made it over my legs were shaking.

"Damn ma, I see how it is. See a nigga and don't speak." He stood in front of me.

"S...sorry." I said as I stood up and gave him a hug.

He smelled like heaven on earth. That damn cologne was doing some to me.

I pulled away and sat back down.

He sat down in front of me.

"S..so How has your week out of jail been." I made conversation.

"Great actually. I just found me an apartment, but it's closa to yo house. My mama slick don't like dat shit." He said and we both chuckled.

"That's good." I smiled nervously.

"How you been?" He asked me.

"My life is the same as before." I mentioned.

"Oh. What you doing hea' you seem to good fah dis?" He looked around the club.

"Got tired of being in the house." I followed his gaze.

He was looking at the girl with the red hair.

I must of been mugging her cause he busted out laughing at my facial expression.

"I can only imagine what your thinkin' bout ha. She used to be one of the quickies foe I got locked up." He sipped his cup.

"Ion know how. She looks like death walking, and what you drinking?" I glanced towards his cup.

"Cranberry juice and some Jack Daniels." He shrugged.

"You rode with someone?" I interrogated.

"Nah. I drove my truck. Bought it when I got out." I looked at him confused.

"I had money stashed foe I went in." He mumbled.

"Oh well. You needa slow down August. You know they do pop up drug tests and stuff." I informed.

"Yes ma'am." He chuckled as he put the cup down.

Afterwards we talked and talked about nothing in particular.

Then all of a sudden here come little Red Slide in good.

"Hey, Aug. Thought you had 15 minimum?" She shifted her weight.

"That's what errybody thought." He chuckled looking at her.

She looked a bomb ass mess.

She had on a clear tube shirt, and a black tube skirt.

She looked so slutty.

"Wanna chill later?" She asked seductively while looking at me.

"Nah woe im good with shawty right hea'." He looked at me.

She scuffed and walked off mumbling.

All I could do was giggle.

"Your so mean." I laughed.

"Da hoe wasn't down wit a nigga when I was locked up. So that means she ain't da one." He spoke honestly.

"True." Was all I could say.

"You ready ta go?" He asked as he stood up.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me up with him.

"Where we goi..." He cut me off.

"Don't worry bout it." He mumbled.

I followed him out the club and noticed we were at my truck.

He opened my door and I got in.

"Follow me aight." He ordered.

I bit my lip and nodded.

He closed the door and walked over to a truck.

I guess this was the one he just bought.

Once he was inside and pulled out of the parking lot I followed.

We made it to some apartment complexes.

The outside looked about 4 or 5 stars so he was doing pretty good for himself.