Page 8 of He Thugged Me First

I laughed. “Nah, don’t do that. Every female ain’t gonna let you treat her like that.”

“Nigga, don’t judge me. I would’ve been happily married if you would’ve put me on with ya sister. Now she married to that outta state nigga, and Mecca is trampling all over my fucking heart.” His stupid ass put his hand over his chest like he was actually hurt.

“Hell nah. See, my sister would’ve shot ya ho ass.” I shook my head. “Remember when Mecca hit you with ya car then took you to the hospital?” I asked.

He rubbed his shoulder. “That’s love. Mecca loves me.” He shook his head, probably thinking about that day.

“I told ya ass to stop playing with my sister. Either do right or let another nigga.” Mazz walked out of the washroom in that female ass gown and the sweats he made me bring him. He’d called me bitching about his ass being out and not liking the breeze.

“Man, whatever. Like you did right by Gayze?” Kasair asked with a smirk on his face.

“Ain’t shit to me and Gayze. She engaged now,” he responded with his lip curled. He didn’t like that at all. I didn’t know who he thought he was putting up a front for, but we saw right through it.

I laughed. “What are you gonna do about that, fam?”

He shook his head before a smirk covered his face. “I thugged it first. How she gonna come back and be with some square?”

Kasair started clapping. “Handle that shit, fam. But first, we needs to be figuring out who the fuck took shots at you. I ain’t got no beef on the streets. Do one of y’all?” he asked, looking around before his eyes landed on me.

“You know me, man. I ain’t got no beef on the streets. Niggas take cold naps against the pavement before they get red with me.” I shrugged. That was true because I knew my weapon, and I had laid more motherfuckers down than the man upstairs. My heat was one of my best friends, and for the right price, I rolled nothing but heads.

“We’ll figure that out. I ain’t even worried.” Mazz shrugged.

“You ain’t? Nigga, you just took a slug through the…” His sentence flowed off when Gayze walked into the room. She was looking down at the clipboard, not paying attention to anything in the room.

“You had my nurse page me, Mr. Carson?” She looked up at him with a mug.

“Damn, a motherfucker gets a thick ass frame and a job and doesn’t know nobody,” Kasair said, causing her to glance over in our direction. When she did, a smile overtook her expression.

“Quari and Kasair! How did I know you two weren’t far behind?” She giggled, walking over and hugging us.

“Damn. You hugging these niggas, and the closest I get is a mean mug and stank ass attitude.”

“Uh, no. I actually had my hand on your side, or do you not remember that? Now why are you giving my nurses a hard time?” She put her hand on her side and mugged my boy.

“Because I’m not their fucking patient. I’m yours, and you keep tryna send them in here instead of dealing with me yaself, Gayze.”

She busted out in laughter. “Temper tantrums. I’ll be sure to write that on ya charts. It was nice seeing you two,” she tossed over her shoulder before walking out of the room.

“Damn she thickened the fuck out in all the right places.” Kasair shook his head as Mazz mugged him.

“Nigga, don’t you need to be fixing it with my sister before she?—”

“Don’t say that nigga’s name in here. Ole bucket head ass looks like he belongs on rap snacks.” Kasair shook his head. Mecca was no longer dealing with his bullshit. She had moved on and wasn’t paying him the same amount of attention. He didn’t even hide the fact that it bothered him. If anything, it made him act out even more with his disgruntled ass.

I looked at Mazz, and we both busted up laughing. Mecca and Kasair were a never-ending game of scrabble. Even when you thought they had it together, they didn’t. Then when you thought they’d left one another alone, he’d fight whomever she was giving her time to, and she’d try to do bodily harm to him but end up taking care of him afterward.

“You know what? We can’t all be out here in love with Love like your bright ass.” He pointed at me and shook his head.

“But you could try. Instead, ya ass is out here fighting ya mommy issues.”

“Nigga, I don’t have momma issues because my mama wasn’t shit. When you see the old bitch, tell her I said wassup.” Kasair bobbed his head to the side.

“That’s what I meant.” I shrugged my shoulders and narrowed my eyes.

“Nigga, fuck you. We all got mommy issues then.” Kasair shook his head and mugged me.

I couldn’t abstain from laughing at that point, because he was dead ass right.

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