Page 21 of He Thugged Me First

I picked her up. “Hey, pretty girl.” I smiled, still walking toward her sister who was mugging me from afar. Yeah, she was still pissed from the other night. “Yeen speaking, shorty?”

Mecca cut her eyes. “Nah. Not today, bruh.”

She said that just when she was trying to piss me off. She knew I didn’t like that ‘bruh’ shit, especially when I was dicking her rude ass down.

I kissed my teeth and shook my head. I guess I deserved that.

Once I put Mel down to roam the shoe walls, I walked up on Mecca who had her back turned, checking out a pair of Gucci slippers. “You want them? They’re on me.” I leaned down and kissed her temple.

“Nah. I’m good.”

I shook my head. “You mad at me, Mec?

“Nah. That would expel too much energy.” She shrugged and looked up at me.

I laughed. She was so fucking unbothered that it bothered me. She had me wanting to yoke her pretty ass up because she wasn’t giving me a reaction. I was used to Mecca giving me a response, but the fact that she wasn’t did something to me. Had I lost her, or was I in the process of losing her? “Cool out. I’m buying the shoes, Mec.”

“I didn’t ask you to.” She glanced up at me momentarily before walking over and looking at whatever Mel was looking at.

Right when I was about to say something to her, I heard Jess speak.

“I thought you left me.”

When I turned around, she had her arms folded, and she was mugging me. Something in me told me to look at Mecca. I glanced her way, and she was paying me no attention. Hell, in actuality, she had grabbed Mel’s hand, and they were on their way out of the store. I wanted to go after her, but why would I? It was obvious she wasn’t messing with me, and that was what fucked me up the most. Instead of going after her, I looked at this dumb ass broad in front of me, and I shook my head. She was truly something to get my dick wet from time to time. She was no Mecca.

I satat the bar at Canez, drowning my sorrows. Something in me wouldn’t let me go fix this. Something in me wouldn’t let me get my shit together because I expected her to always be there.

“Damn, nigga. Ya look sad.”

I looked up to see Mazz and Quari walking toward me.

“Niggas thought you called us up here to talk business.” Quari shook his head, walking behind the bar. “Instead, you up here in ya feelings like a lil?—”

I put my head down because I ain’t have shit to say.

“Nah. He’s in his feelings because Justice proposed to Mecca and she said yeah,” Mazz said, causing me to look up at him. When I saw the serious expression, I instantly got pissed. How the fuck dare she think she gonna marry this nigga? She definitely had the game fucked up now. I stood up and stormed out of the bar without another word. I heard Quari and Mazz calling my name, but I definitely had some shit to handle. Mecca had to have bumped her big ass head or something because I wasn’t going.

Usually the ride to her place from the bar was thirty minutes, but I made it in fifteen minutes. I ran more red lights and stop signs than anything. My blood was boiling. When I reached her door, I banged on it until she opened it. When she opened the door, she had a mug like I was bothering her. I didn’t give a fuck if I was. She was fucking my life up. I barged in and stood in front of her sofa, waiting for her to close the door.

When she closed it, she turned around and rested her back against it with a blank expression. She had her arms folded, so I couldn’t see if she was wearing that nigga’s ring or not. For her sake, she better not have been.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked.

“No, what the fuck is wrong with you? You think you’re about to leave me alone?”

She studied me for a minute before pursing her lips. “What the hell are you talking about? You sound crazy.”

“Nah, fuck that! What’s crazy is you think you about to leave me in the dust for some wack ass nigga?—”

She shook her head. “Is this about the mall earlier?” She genuinely looked confused, and that pissed me off even more. She was tryna play me for a fucking fool.

“Nah. This about the fact that you said yes to that weak ass nigga when he proposed to you! What the fuck, Mecca?” I was feeling shit I hadn’t felt since my moms up and left town. I felt like Mecca was trying to abandon me.

“Marry who?”

“Don’t fucking play dumb! You told that nigga yes!” I yelled. It felt like the air in my lungs was trapped as I clutched my chest.

“Calm the fuck down before you give yourself a heart attack! I didn’t tell anyone yes because no one proposed. Who told you that?”

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