Instant Love

2

*2 months later*

*Mariah*

So August and I have been talking for two months now. It's goin' pretty good and to be honest, I think he’s really gaining my trust. I don’t let people in, so I just kinda push'em away from me because they usually f**k up a lot of s**t. Then try to blame their dumb ass mistakes on me!

I wanna make it official with August, but I don’t wanna say anything. Today, he’s comin' over so we can chill. And knowin' him, he’s gonna be bruising up a b***h because he likes to hit. I just don't know how this is gonna go. So as I wait, I go get fresh. I took a quick shower, dried off and put on Bath & Body works lotion and perfume.

When I finished, I put on my outfit and I just let my curls fall down my back and I put in my diamond studs. I'm also goin' out with my friends, but that idea can easily change. I put on my gold eye shadow wit black eyeliner on my top and bottom eyelids with my butterfly effect mascara and my lip gloss to finish my look.

~12:30 pm.~

Who the f**k is bangin' on my mothafuckin' door like this? They keep bangin' on it making a beat. Now they’re fuckin' with my doorbell. Like...that just f****d up peace...

"WHO THE f**k IS IT?!" I yell waiting on somebody to answer.

"It's me Mariah!"

I open the door and look at him with a straight face.

"Why are you bangin' and messin' with my doorbell? That s**t was getting on my nerves.” I say with a chuckle.

He hugs me, kisses my forehead, and laughs.

"My bad ma. I was havin' fun..."

"Yea. Too much fun may I add." I say playfully hitting him.

He smacks my ass with both of his hands and I gave him the evil eye. He starts to laugh. Childish ass...

*2 hours pass* 

"August! Stop!" I semi-yell in between laughs

Being tickled is my weakness and he knows it, too.

"Say ya sorry then I'll stop." He says laughing.

"NO! NEVER! GONNA! HAPPEN!" I yell in between laughs

"In that case, Imma keep goin' 'til you say sorry." He said laughing

"OKAY! OKAY! FINE! I'M SORRY! YOU WIN!" I yell.

I’m really trying to catch my breath. My doorbell goes off and I'm glad it did. I roll off the couch and get up.

*August*

While I was messing with Mariah, her doorbell went off. So she rolled off tha couch and got up.

"Who the f**k is it!?" She yells

"Aye. Watch yo mouth and stop cussin' out people!"

"I just wanna know who it is. And don't tell me what to do!" She yells

I poke her side and she starts laughin' then answered the door.

"Wassup my nig!" Says Janae and Bresha.

"Wassup!" She semi-yells throwin' her arms in the air.

She moves over to let'em in and Trey and Chris behind them.

"Wassup MeMe" Says Chris and Trey

They give her a hug, but Trey crossed tha line. Trey my nigga and all, but his hands way too close to her ass for real. I don’t like the way he be lookin' at my girl. Did I just say my girl? Yea I did. But any who. He needs to watch himself because I will beat his ass if he try anything with her.

And I think MeMe noticed his hand placements because she tensed up and he pulled her mighty close. Do you know how pissed I lowkey was? You know what...pissed not even the word to use. I'm over pissed because he don’t think I see him trying to grab her ass. So as I see his hands slide down, I slide over and pull her back givin' Trey a dap.

"Wassup Trey" I said dryly

"Wassup Aug..” He say dappin' back

"What y'all here for?" I asked

"We came here with them. Didn’t have anything to do today." Chris says

*A hour passes*

So we’re all in here being childish runnin' around the house with water guns shooting at each other. MeMe, Janae, and Bresha one team. And Chris, Trey, and I one team. I ain't even gon' lie to you...we’re losing! They whoopin' our asses! But, seein' Mariah laugh and smile makin' me want her even more. I needa talk to her. ASAP! So after one last round we all sat down with some popcorn, drinks, and put in a movie. Thirty minutes into it, I get MeMe attention.

"Aye MeMe. Can I talk to you for a few minutes?"

She nods and passes the popcorn bowl.

"Yea, sure." 

She grabs my hand and we get up. When we walk off, Chris and Trey wanna be nosy.

"Aye. Where y'all goin'?"

"None of ya mothafuckin' business. That’s where..." 

After I said that, me and Mariah walked off so we can go talk. Trey had a weird look on his face. But I don’t give a f**k because she my girl. Not his...

*Mariah*

Why does he wanna talk to me? Did I do something wrong? Am I not payin' enough attention to him? All these questions are goin' through my head. When we walk into my room, he sits on my bed, with this look on his face. So I can't really tell what he’s thinkin' in his mind. So I'm kinda curious. Since he just sitting there with this look on his face, I walk over there to snap him out of it...

*August*

So we finally make it to her room. The look on her face is just priceless. But, I ain't wanna laugh out loud so I just laughed in my head. When I sit on her bed, it finally hits me. I'M FINNA ASK HER TO BE MY GIRL! Now...I haven’t had just "one girl" in awhile because I got trust issues.

My last girlfriend, I ain't gon' put her name out like that, f****d me over, cheated on me with my homeboy and THEN got pregnant! So after that I told myself TRUST NO GIRL. But MeMe is different. She makes me feel some type of way. Like...I need and want to make this official. TONIGHT!

"AUG!" She yells while clappin' in my face

"Huh?! What?! What happen?!"

She just laughs and shakes her head.

"To answer your first question, you said you wanted to talk to me. Two, I'm trynna figure that out myself but you ain't said nothing yet. And three, nothing happened. We just got in here.."

"Oh my bad shawty. But, I asked to talk to you because I have to tell you something that’s really important. So all I need you to do is just sit and listen 'til I'm done, 'iight?"

"'Iight. I'm all ears." She says while flickin' her ears

“*laughs* Okay. Mariah. We've been talkin' for the past two months. You a cool chick. You keep it one hundred with me and I like that about you. And you ain't scared to whoop some ass when you needa do it..”

She laughs then continues to look at me.

“I have feelings for you. Strong feelings at that. I want you ta be my ride or die chick because I know for a fact that you are one. Yes, I know you got trust issues and baby, I got some too so don't worry. I don’t wanna get hurt just as much you don't. I promise that I won't hurt you in any way. Imma be honest with you...I usually hit it and quit it. But I'm not gonna do that to you because I got this connection with you like real talk. So with that being said, will you do me the honors of officially bein' my girlfriend?"

Her eyes teared up by time I finished tellin' her how I felt. I meant every single word and I said all that while lookin' in her hazel eyes. She kisses me and of course I kiss her back. It was so passionate. She pulls away and I peck her lips as she kisses back.

"Damn.”  We say at the same time.

She looks at me and then smiles.

“Yes August, I'll be your girlfriend. But, just know this. You hurt me, you‘re going to regret it. Trust and believe me on that"

“That’s why I promised not to hurt you. Because you will hurt me"

"HELL YEAH! I fight niggas, too! But on a real note, I gotta tell you something. Only Janae and Bresha know this. But when I tell you this, I don’t  want you to look at me differently or think Imma ho or something, 'iight. If we gon' be together, I don’t want no secrets because Imma eventually figure it out anyway.."

"'Iight, what is it?"

She looks down and sighs.

"I...strip at Onyx...” She says

I just stare at her for at least two minutes. It really just shocked the hell out of me  

"August?"

"Huh?"

"You 'iight?"

“Yea. I'm just glad you told me that.."

“So you’re not bothered? At all?"

“Nah. It's yo only source of income, I get that. But one question..."

“What?"

“Why that?"

“*sighs* Well! First off, I would never get hired anywhere else because of my tattoos. When I was little, my ma just kinda left me alone and I never knew my pops so I lived with my grandparents 'til they died. The only money I had was what she left me. I was broke and had no one to really teach me anything. Don't get me wrong, I learned a little from my grandma, but it was little things like cookin'. She was sick so she wasn't able to teach me life. So I just kinda raised myself and taught myself everything. And strippin' was the only thing left for me. I ain't wanna be no prostitute sleepin' with random niggas every night using me. So I went to Onyx and I got hired. But don't think that I enjoy this s**t because I don't. I hate it with so much passion it's unreal. But that’s all I can do for now because I need a job and it's easy money. I make up to at least five thousand a night. I just wanna save up enough so I can stop by time I graduate so I can pay for college. I feel so nasty doin' that s**t, but since I'm the main attraction, I bring in a lot and I mean a lot of money. I love the money, I just hate how I'm makin' it. There's yo answer..."

"I understand that and since we’re on this topic, I gotta tell you something and I don’t  want you lookin' at me any different."

"'Iight, shoot."

"I work at a trap house."

Mariah starts chucklin' and I just look at her.

"What's so funny?"

"I already knew that. I was just waiting for you to tell me" She says still chuckling.

"I'm glad you knew.”

Then I looked at her with my eyebrow raised.

"How did you know?"

“Well for one, yo car. Who else drives an all white Audi to school? Two, yo jewelry"  She says touchin' my watch and chain. "Three, yo house. Also, I can tell by the way you handle yo s**t. And four, let's just say that I know from experience.."

“So you seriously already knew?"

"Yup! Just two questions...how and when did you start?"

"*sighs* I started when I was around fifteen years old. My brother, Melvin, was the biggest drug dealer around here. I needed fast money so I talked my brother into letting me work for him. So, after about a year of workin' for him, I was next in line because he ain't trust nobody else to do it. I kept track of the profits from the drops that was made and sometimes I would make drops for him when somebody had an off day. Then one day I had thirty missed calls on my s**t from my cousin tellin' me somebody killed my brother..."

"Damn.."

I slowly nod..

“He was out the game when he died. Its been a year since he even been in tha trap. I was sixteen when I started runnin' it. So for me, I been in control for two years. And I'm takin' care of my nieces and my mama. Sooooo, yup. That’s the story..."

"I'm sorry for your loss. When did this happen?"

“Just recently..."

"And by recently you mean-"

"A few days ago. Before my birthday..."

"Damn. I know it hurts a lot that your brother is no longer here on this earth..."

"Yea it does hurt. I wanna find the niggas that did this and when I do...no mercy."

"I hope you find out who did this. But, you know what?"

“What?"

"Melvin may not be here on earth, but he is always in yo heart.”  She says point at my chest

I grab her hand, intertwine our fingers, and pull her closer as I lean in and kiss her and she kisses back.

*Trey*

YO WASSUP! My name is Tremain, but people call me Trey. I'm eighteen years young. I go to NOLA High, but you probably already knew that. I also sing, so yea enough about me. Mariah and August been up there for a long ass time. I just don't see why she want August. He my homie and all that, but he ain't gon' treat her right. All he gon' do is hurt her over and over again.

She don't need that in her life. Only because she gon' be cryin' over some nigga that's just gon' f**k her feelings up. Y'all probably wonderin' why I care so much. Well I like her. Even though she feelin' him and I'm talkin' to Janae. Oh yea I forgot to mention that. We been talkin' for tha past two months. But, let me go check on Mariah. Well them. I wonder what they was talkin' about?

“Janae?"

“Huh?"

"I'm finna go to the bathroom right quick."

"'Iight" She says moving off my legs.

So as I was goin' to the "bathroom", I heard little moans.

“What tha f**k?” I whispered to myself. 

Then I get closer to her door..

“Come on before they think we ran away or some shit...” Mariah says.

Then they start laughing. As I hear them coming, I tried to walk away real quick. But,  before I could turn around the door opens.

"Nigga. What the f**k you doin'?" She asked laughing

"I'm lookin' for the bathroom. Where is it?"

She points to the right as she chuckles.

"Right there.”

“Oh. *laughs nervously* Thanks.”

Then I walk into the bathroom before she could say anything else.

*Janae*

HEY!!!! My name is Janae Marie Roberson. I'm seventeen years old. Born and raised here in New Orleans. I'm biracial. I'm thick in all the right places. I’m 5’3” in height. My eyes are brown and my hair is black and it goes to the middle of my back. I have a lot of self confidence. It took a long time to get to this point though! Enough about me.

You know what, Trey been gone for awhile, but I don’t care because I'm not interested in him anyway. I really like Kirk. He might be a thug and all that...but he is actually really sweet, funny as hell, caring, AND he sexy as f**k! But, his personality attracts me to him. I gotta make him mine. But yup...I'm done. Well for now anyways.

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I’m going to update more .