Club Lust (Urban)

In The Club o1

I fucking hate clubs. They to hot and sweaty. The niggas be ugly and stank as a motherfucker. The bitches be smelling like fish sticks. Then the liquor is over priced. Good thing I don't drink huh. The overprice you for nasty ass cheap ass liquor. The only reason I came here is because of Destynee. She wanted to go so damn bad. Her and Jeremiah had a falling out the other day and she says she has to "loosen up". Loosen up my ass. She know damn well they ain't breaking up no time soon. They been going out since the 8th grade. Me on the other hand I haven't dated in a while. It's not cause I'm ugly or nothing. I have a nice booty and small tits. It's probably because I'm a bitch. A cold hearted bitch which a bad temper. It isn't my fault I don't do it on purpose, I just don't give a fuck. I looked up and seen the bartender putting a drink in my face. I raised an eyebrow and pushed it back.

"Err, I didn't order this mister."

He simply shrugged his shoulders and pointed to a light skinned man. He was cute I must admit but I don't take drinks from others. From all I know he could've put a molly on here or something. Do it look like I pop Molly's? Hell no. I got up from the stool and headed to this light skinned man. I sat down and gave him his drink back.

"Excuse me are you the one who offered me this drink?" I asked. He liked his lips and nodded.

"Well umm. No thank you."

I got up and started to search for Destynee. It's like 12:00 and I'm ready to go. This is when the freaks come out. It took me about 30 minutes to find her and when I did find her she was lip locking with Jeremiah. See what'd I tell you. They are never going to break up. I crossed my arms and gave her a dull stare telling her it's time to go. She waved me off and told me to walk home. Talking bout it's not to far away. It wasn't in truth but I just didn't want to walk. What's the point of walking when you have a car? Since she was my ride I had to walk. Huffing I walked out of Club Lust to my way home. It was extremely dark out and despite it being summer it was kind of chilly outside. I was starting to regret wearing tights and a crop top. I was home in no time. Stripping my body of my shirt and walking upstairs to shower. I took of my j's and neatly sat them down in the closet. Over the years I began to collect shoes. I am indeed a sneaker head.

Grabbing some night clothes I took a shower to rid myself of the stench of cheap cologne and pussy. Yeah the club smelt that bad. Once done I had called my dad to check up on Prince. Prince Julian Banks was my handsome son that I had two years ago that I had by a Mexican named Ronnie. He unfortunately got shot. That was a day I wasn't ready for. It was a drive by and he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Shot him up. The ambulance got there to late and he died from blood loss. Juju was every spit of him. He had long curly brown hair and green eyes. I had no idea where he gets green eyes from but then again Ronnie's mom had green eyes so I guess it skipped him and landed in juju. Dialing my dads number I waited for him to answer. He answered on the 2nd ring.

"Yellow?" He answered.

"Green, so where's Juju?"

"Oh. The Migo. Yeah he's here. Aye Prince wanna talk to yo mama?"

I heard a bit of rustling and then I heard my baby.

"Moommy! I miss you." He screamed.

"Heeey baby! I miss you to. I'm going to come get you tomorrow Juju."

"Yaaaaaaay!" He screamed once again.
We talked for about 5 more minutes until my dad told me it's his "bed time". I hung up with a smile. That boy trips me out. I walked back upstairs and hooked my iPhone 6+ to the charger and let sleep find me.

Sleep found me alright. For three hours. My phone started ringing at three thirty. Who the hell calls people at 3 o'clock !? Answering the phone I groggily said hello.

"Ste-Stephanie. It-it's." She said.

I looked at the caller id. It was Destynee. Why on earth is she calling me crying? I sat up out of my bed.

"Where are you?" I asked looking for my boot socks.

"Hospital" she said.

I told her I was on my way and hung up. I rushed to put on my hoodie and grabbed my keys to my Chrysler 200. Speeding to the hospital I rushed in. Rushing to the front desk I asked about her and they leaded me in her direction. She was a mess. She still had her club dress on and her make up was smeared everywhere.

" I got here as soon as I could. Why are you here?" I asked her.

"They shot him. They shot Jeremiah. And it's all YOUR FAULT!! " She screamed at me. I gave her a dafuck look.

"Hey whoa. Whoa whoa whoa. How the hell is it my fault?" how did I get her boyfriend shot? It's not like I initiated the shooting cause I didn't. I wasn't even there that long. In fact I left 3 hours after we got there.

"Because of you. We were looking for you in the club and somebody started shooting and boom he gets shot. It hit a vital organ and now he's in a coma. It's all your fault! If you would've just been there we wouldn't have been searching and he would've got shot. Just began you can't find love doesn't mean that I can't."

I stared at her stunned. She knew how I felt about Ronnie. Maybe she's just drunk. "You. You don't mean that at all. Come on let's get you home." I said grabbing her shoulders. She pushed me off of her.

"Yes I do mean it. Now go. I don't even know why I called you here."

I staggered back. Something inside me snapped and my anger flared. I glared daggers at her then smiled.
"If that's how you want it then so be it. Over 14 years of friendship thrown away. I was there when that asshole cheated on you remember!? But it's all good don't call me crying. Ever. In fact delete my fucking number."

I turned around and walked away. She just don't know how strong my fall back game is. Gone blame me for something I didn't do. Got me speeding down here for stupid shit. Ugh she got me pissed. I need some candy and red Doritos. I decided to go to Walmart to stack up on goodies. Deleting her number before I got in I rushed to Wally World. I found me a parking spot and pushed my hair into a messy bun. I had totally forgot I had in boy shorts but at this point I didn't give a fuck. Hell I never do. Walking into Walmart I grabbed a some juice, two pine apples, gummy bears, and some red Doritos. It was damn near 5:00. I should be home in my bed. But instead I'm in Walmart buying pineapples. I started to jog to the registers and bumped into somebody. None of my stuff fell but I did.

"Dammit." I said.

"It's cool. Are you iight?" He asked.

"I'm good." I dusted my self off and picked up my basket. When I turned around I seen two faces I never thought I'd see again in my life. Jaquan Reed and Marcus Hunt.

"Noooooo. Its Jaquan and Marcus. Yall member me?" I asked them.

They looked confused at first but then Marcus had an ooh look on his face.

"Nigga that's Stephanie. Stephanie Phillips." Marcus said.

"Oh junk. Damn Stephanie. She done got a lil bit of an ass back there now." We laughed.

"I don't think your girlfriends would appreciate you guys looking at my ass now would they?" I rose an eyebrow. Marcus held up his hands.

"Speaking of girlfriends. I gotta get back home to mines. I'll see y'all later."

It was just me and Jaquan now. We chatted and chatted and eventually we checked out our stuff and he walked me to my car. He asked for my number and I thought. Why the hell not? I lost a friend and gained 2 more. Serves her right. I'd say I feel bad for her but I don't. She blamed this mess on me. She told me to leave so really it's her fault. I highly doubt the boy is going to die though. He's a damn football player. He'll survive. I put up all my stuff and fell asleep on my comfy bed making sure all the doors was locked. Sleep engulfed me like a big ole' hug. I probably won't be waking up until late.