Bad For You {COMPLETED}

19

"You wished I would've dropped everything and went with you to San Diego, that's what you meant to say."

"Whatever."

"Beyoncé... I'm not going with you."

"So what the fuck am I supposed to do Onika? I just got close to you, just got you, and you want me to go to San Diego by myself? For real?"

"Beyoncé everything ain't about you. I had dreams before you and I'm gon' have dreams after you."

"After me? There's an after me?"

"Beyoncé-"

"No."

She walked over and straddled my lap. "We'll figure it out Bey."

"Figure it out?"

"Yes baby. We will figure it out because like I told you, I'm not going anywhere." She grabbed my face and I fell right into her, wrapping my arms around her waist.

I was about to say something but she crashed her lips onto mine. I grabbed her shirt, pulling her shirt off fast. But the kiss stayed passionate and slow. Being slow wasn't my style but Onika made me feel like I'd do whatever she said and wanted.

I had a hold on her waist and she had hers on both sides of my face. I stood up, holding onto her. I was going to walk into the bathroom but we got stuck at the wall. I didn't bother to continue walking. I pulled up her dress and wrapped one hand around her throat.

"Be gentle with me Bey."

Be gentle? That shit threw me for a loop.

"For real?"

"Is that a problem?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Nah, it ain't. I just don't know how to do that for real."

"Come on then, let me make love to you, show you what it's really like."

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"Bey look at you!" August yelled. I looked up from Nika's purse, confused.

"What man?"

"I should slap you again nigga, you going through a damn purse."

"Well she asked me to. What am I supposed to do? Tell her no?" I scrunched up my face.

"You usually would."

"Well dumb ass nigga." Nika smacked August in the back of the head. "This ain't usual."

"Our nigga is smitten." Terrence sat down beside me. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Didn't I call you that?"

"Hell yeah, the night you almost got that stripper pregnant."

"I beat that bitch up." I mumbled. "Lying ass hoe. Y'all tell me this. If y'all was women and could actually get pregnant and you know you not fuckin' pregnant, you gon' take the tests in front of the person you lying to about being pregnant?"

"Hell nah, I would take that shit to the grave. If it was money the bitch was after, she should've sued you. She could've. She's a stripper and y'all was fuckin' in that bathroom."

"I was cross-faded though so I couldn't have gotten sued for that shit. She came onto me dawg."

"Okay cut it the hell out." Nika said. "Don't wanna hear that shit."

"Why don't you go in there with your friends? Ming and Ari in there." Jay said.

"Aye nigga watch yo mouth." I looked at him and furrowed my brows. "Wrong one."

"Nah he cool. I'll go in there."

"Ba-"

"Don't worry about it." She took her purse from me.

When she closed the door to the room, I punched Jay dead in his face.

"Nigga I should beat yo fucking ass. The hell wrong wit' you?"

He stood up and we both got in each other's face. "Man don't hit me like that."

"What you gon' do dawg? I'll tell you what you gon' do. Watch yo mouth when you talking to her and about her. I'm not playin'. Me and you gon' end up falling out and I really don't want that to happen. So fam, I think you need to reevaluate your views on women. Especially mine."

"Whatever Beyoncé."

"We need a break nigga, you need to get it together. Get out my house."

"You for real Bey?"

"Hell yeah, get the fuck out my house dawg. And until you can respect my woman, don't come back."

I watched him leave the house and flopped down on the couch. I recounted my money, making sure it was all there. When I was sure it was all there, I duffeled it all up and put it up in the safe. I went back into the living room.

"You good?" Chance asked.

"I'm cool."

"Nigga you sure? 'Cause Jay really be pushing buttons. Especially yours."

I laughed. "That's my boy, he just stupid. I'm not mad at the nigga, I used to think the same way. The same thing that happened to me is gon' happen to him. He just may not be so lucky."

"Oh this nigga is a prophet now. What that girl doing to you fam?" Chance asked.

"I do not kiss and tell."

"Surprisingly, I don't think he talking about sex."

"Oh. Then I really don't know, she do something to a nigga though."

"Like? Bitch elaborate. Talk to us the same way you know she be talking to them."

I nodded my head 'cause I know she be talking shit about me to her friends.

"Y'all it's like she knows my every move so getting one over on her is a non-factor. But at the same time, I got to know her and didn't even wanna do that shit in the first place. She's always one step ahead of me and she tells me like it is even if it hurts me."

"And you like that shit?"

"Boy I love that shit, she got me hanging on her coattails."

"You like the loyal life my boy? I told you the grass was greener over here."

"It's nice as hell over here man."
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