C O R E Y
"Nia be tripping", Mack sighs as he falls back on the sofa. "Like do you see this shit", he shoves the phone in my face. A video on a story showing Nia and Imani twerking in a club. I rewatched the video focusing on Imani. From the looks on it, she has on a mid-thigh dress that fits her body well. Every time she moved, it went up some more. Before a cheek pops out, the video ends. I shake my head passing it back to him, "Ain't y'all into it?". I asked him, remembering him mentioning how they damn near broke up yesterday.
Instead of answering my question, he darts toward the table to get his keys. "We going", I decided not to say anything because nothing will stop him. "So we gone pull up and what happens?", I ask, seeing that we weren't far from the club. This nigga has a tendency of doing things off impulse and looks stupid in the end.
"Man I don't know. Can you call Imani from my phone", he goes to his contacts and goes to her name. Handing me the phone, I watch it ring awkwardly. As soon as it connects, I hear music booming in the background. "HELLO", she yells out and I cringe, holding it away from my ear.
"The fuck you yelling for?"
"HELLO", she says once again.
I'm not yelling.
I sigh, "Come outside". I got to text her from his phone because I'm sure she didn't hear it. Once Mack pulls into the parking lot, there's a bunch of cars. Its packed, there's no place to park. "Stay right here", I instruct him, seeing the girls stumbling out the club. Mack parks the car and hops out the car without a word. He runs up to Nia who can barely stand straight as Imani does nothing but laugh. "I knew you were coming", Nia laughs and falls into Mack's arms. He picks her up without a doubt and I shake my head.
She literally does this on purpose because he'll fall for the bait every time.
Coming from behind them, Imani walks up to my window. I bite my lip, getting a close-up view of her. Her hair bone straight, falling past her shoulder and I noticed a streak of red in it. She struggles to keep her dress down as she walks. Knocking on my window, I roll it down and give her a confused expression. "How can I help you?", she rolls her eyes, leaning down. "Bend any farther yo' ass gone be out", I tell her and she flips me off.
"You gotta drive me home", she says more in a demanding tone. I raise an eyebrow, "ah! I do?"
"Yea cause I'm sure he gonna take her home with him. I'm not leaving my car here either", she crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts higher. I'd be lying if I said my eyes didn't take a peek.
"How Imma get home", I ask and she looks at me blankly. "Mack can come pick you up or I can drop you off in the morning", she shrugs and reaches to open the passenger side. Tugging on my hand, that's when I knew she had to have something in her system. That or she didn't care.
Then again, she seems like the type to speak her mind. "I guess", I get out the car once I see Nia being carried over here. I didn't want to deal with that all night. "I'm finna take her home, I'll just have her drop me off tomorrow", I inform Mack and looks between us with a smirk. "Before you start, it ain't even like that".
He lifts his hands up in surrender, "I ain't say shit-"
"C'mon its cold out here", Nia interrupts rubbing her arms.
"No one told you to be out here half naked", he addresses her which ends up forming another argument. "Uh uh let's go. Bye bestie", Imani tugs at my arm and lead me to the car. We walked for a good two minutes, she stops in front of me and our bottom halves touch. I move a few steps away, holding her up with my hand so she wouldn't fall over. "What's wrong?", I stifle my laughter as she pouts at me.
"I need to take off these heels", she holds onto the rail and lifts up her foot.
I hold it in my hand, looking at her crazy. This wasn't suppose to be my Saturday night. I only had plans on playing the game and smoking a much needed blunt. Instead here I am at one in the morning playing babysitter. "Here", I hand her the shoes and she smiles at me.
She hands me in the keys once we approach her silver Nissan.
Hopping in the driver's seat, "Damn". I rub my head that hits against the ceiling. "Why the fuck is the seat up so much? Feel like I'm crushing the steering wheel", I complain and she flips me off.
"I like to have full vision of the road", she laughs as she puts on her seatbelt. I do the same and pull out. "You realize you have to give me the directions", I trail off, seeing her type away.
Ignoring me, a few seconds later the directions pop up on the dashboard. "I don't feel like talking", she says and a few seconds later music starts blasting through the speakers. "You're a Latto fan", I scrunch up my face as she nods eagerly.
"Cause I'm a very freaky girl", she raps. Out the corner of my eye, I see her mouthing the lyrics to the song while recording herself.
This is gonna be a long ride
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Coming to a stop, we finally made it in the driveway. I sigh in relief, I heard enough Latto and City Girls to last me a lifetime. "Can you walk to the door or you need assistance with that too?", I taunt her and she smirks at me before flipping me off.
"I'm not even drunk", Imani points her finger at me. Opening her door, she gets out and trips over her bare foot, "Oop". Next, her body goes down with a thud sounding behind it.
I didn't bother hiding my laughter as I pick her up. I carry her into the house, letting her walk would have us outside forever. "Where's the key?".
"One of those, just try until something works" , she waves me off her head landing on my shoulder.
If this is tipsy, I would hate to see drunk
Finally coming across the right key, I unlock the door. We come inside and I drop her on the sofa. She lays out, her mouth dropping open once she realizes her thong is showing. She quickly goes to cover it and let out a laugh. "Fuck it. I'm sure you've seen a thong", Imani gets up from the sofa and goes for the stairs. "I'm going to shower and find you some clothes"
I instantly shake my head, "You not finna have me in some other nigga's clothes".
Looking around, I nod quite impressed with the interior. Most women especially at the age of twenty have nothing but pink in every corner. Her main color seems to be brown with a hint of cream.
I fucked with it, it gave me grown woman vibes.
Its different, I didn't mess with bright colors.
"Nigga you're skinny as fuck. I can give you one of my graphic tees", she laughs as she walks upstairs. I look down at myself, am I really that thin? She definitely as more meat on her bones than me but still.
I spend the next thirty minutes, scrolling through Instagram and texting back and forth with my brother. I had to fill someone in on how my night took a turn. Can't say I'm too salty about it though, I got to spend some more time with Imani. I haven't seen much of her since that night at Nia's apartment. I'm glad that we're alone again to pick her brain a little bit.
Hearing footsteps, she comes downstairs with a plain white tee. Throwing it to me, my eyes become distracted by the tank top and shorts. She definitely has a figure. "So you mean to tell me yo just have white t-shirts laying around?"
She rolls her eyes, "Bruh you ain't nobody special. If it was one of my hoes' shirts I would've told you". She says honestly and call my crazy but I believed her.
She seems like the honest type, maybe too honest.
Standing up, I pull down my pants and she cringes. "Are you stripping in my living room?", Imani tries to be serious but I see a smile shining through.
Freak.
"I have on shorts underneath", I tell her and her facial expression never falters.
Once I change shirts, I fold my clothes up and sit them on the floor next to the sofa. Sitting back down, she passes me the remote as she sits on the opposite side. "I'm surprised you're not passed out", I said truthfully. Throughout the ride home, she seemed in and out of it. "The shower woke me up a bit. Plus I have to entertain my company", she says with a wide smile and I couldn't help but return it.
"You want some water?", she offers me a bottle and pulls out some cranberry juice for herself.
"Why you not offering cranberry juice?" , she looks at me and laughs. "I'll take some of that".
"Up in my house demanding shit", she mumbles to herself. That still didn't stop her from pouring up the juice for me.
While I wait for her to come back, I turn on the tv. I go on Netflix, browsing through different sections and not coming across anything. Most of the good shows and movies I've already watched.
Her figure stands in front of me, holding the cup in my face. Taking it from her, she seats next to me and grabs the blanket behind her. "You always staring", she playfully rolls her eyes.
"I like what I see", I reply honestly. I love a girl that looks good in a bonnet.
"You know", she trails off. "You're not bad looking. I think you're cute"
My ears perk up and she laughs. "Just give me a compliment"
"That is a compliment", she shrugs and gives him a look. Her eyes are mesmerizing, enough to make me want to take her down on this sofa. "You got a nigga?", I tilt my head.
"If I did, you think you would be sitting here right now?"
I stare at her blankly. "You'd be surprised", I've known girls to be in full blown relationships having sleepovers with different niggas. They go on dates and all, then go back home to their man. In this generation, I've truly seen it all.
Imani turns toward me, "You trynna fuck on me or some"
"Why would you just assume that?"
"Don't really strike me as the dating type", she tell me without a doubt. I put a hand on my chest, pretending to be shocked. She wasn't wrong but no one has ever exposed me like that. Most would know and still take a chance on me. I could be straight forward and they still want something for me.
I nod, "Not really my thing".
"So you say", she mumbles but I heard her clearly.
"What? You think you can 'change' me too?"
She instantly shakes her head, her face scrunching up in disgust. You would think I said something offensive. "Oh no, I don't prioritize changing men. I'm a come as you are type of girl, trynna change a ain't shit nigga will send you to the grave faster than life itself", she continues to shake her head as she picks up her phone. Her fingers dance across the screen for a second and she turns it off, giving her attention back to me.
I don't believe it. "You mean to tell me, you never strived to make someone settle down. Change their ways so y'all can living happily ever after"
"Nah cause i'm not even looking for that right now. Every ex of mine can tell you they made their decisions off of strictly liking me. Not because i'm dropping hints or planting ideas in their heads. If I did it wasn't for that reason"
Am I intrigued? Yes.
"I'm sure you had one nigga that made you get out of body"
She nods without a doubt. "Of course. You live and you learn.", she gives me a bored expression and then smirks. "I'm sure you have too. You give me 'a bitch hurt me and now i'm a player' type vibes".
I don't know if hurt is the right term. Apart of me saw it coming. That's what fucked with me the most. "Something like that. You live and you learn", I mock her last statement and she flips me off.
"When?", I said referring to the middle finger.
She looks at me confused for a second and then her mouth forms an 'O'. "That's so middle school", she waves me off.
Time passes and my eyes start to get heavy. The air is on low and I found myself to be quite comfortable under this blanket. Feeling the same, she stands up. "I'm going to bed", she announces. "I'll drop you off in the morning".
"Alright shawty, goodnight", I purposely use the nickname, seeing her face change. She looks at me oddly, "um goodnight".