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5: Just A Date

Qua POV
I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake. On my life man, fuck sake. If I did, I'd menage wid em' and let em' eat my ass like a cupcake.. My man full, he just ate. I ont' duck nobody but tape. Yeah, that was a set up, for a punchline on duct tape. Worried bout' if my butt fake, worry bout' yall niggas, us straight. These girls are my sons, John and Kate, plus 8. When I-

"Hello?" I asked, annoyed.

"Bring yo ass to the house right now!" Nate's voice yelled through the speaker.

"What-" He hung up in my face. What is his problem? I got dressed and drove to the trap house. I was still half sleep so I was a lil grouchy.

"What is the problem to where need to call me and wake me up out of my sleep?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"We short."

"But you told me 8 kilos. Thats what we got."

"They owed us 5 from the last drop."

"We can get it next time, it ain't like we gone run out." I said lookiing at the room where all of the product was.

"Yeah, but thats my money on the line."

"We can get it next time, the Jamacians cool people, they aint on that trippy shit."

"You betta get it." He said before walking into his office. Mad are we? I sat down for a while before Khalil walked in.

"You ight?"

"Yeah, He just trippin'."

"When out next date?" He asked with a smile. I straight faced him at the fact that he thinks we are gonna go on another date.

"We might not."

"Why?" He asked rubbing up and down my thighs, sending chills down my spine.

"Because I dont know why you think we cool. That sshit you pulled the other night, ain't off."

"Qua, I'm sorry."

"And you still are." I said getting up and heading to Nate's office.

I walked in and he was smoking on a blunt.

"Now I know that's not what you called me here for. You dont trip over shit like that. What's your issue?" I asked leaning on his desk, standing in front of him.

"You went on a date with Khalil yesterday?" Really nigga -_-

"Yeah, so what?"

"Nothin', I just don't see how he can get a date after 2 days when I cant even get a date after 2 years."

"I-

"And I know it aint age because I'm only 2 years older than you."

"We went on a datte so he could make up for something he did."

"Whatever." He said before taking a pull from the blunt.

"Nate, please dont trip. I didnt wanna try anything with  you because we good friends. Your my boss and I didnt want us to have something, then it didnt work out, and effect my job."

"Right." He said looking me in my eyes.

"Whatever Nate. Bye."

"Qua!" He yelled before I walked out. I turned around and his lips crashed into mine. Why did I kiss back? I dont know. He slid his tongue across my lip for entrance but I didnt let him. I gasped at the touch of his cold hands and he took the chance to slid his tongue in. He explored my mouth before I came back too reality and pulled away.

"I-I gotta go." I said before trying to open the door.

"I'm sorry." He said holding my hand.

"Sure." I said snatching my hand away and walking out. Khalil tried to stop me but I just stormed out and got in my car.

I really like Nate and Khalil, its just that I dont think that I could even be with either one of them. I am not a person that could show emotions of love. I aint the type to tell you that I miss you. What do I do?