Hate That I Want You

Chapter 2: Part 1

POV: Zane

“Come on, Zane!” My twin brother, Kane, yelled through the door.

“Give a nigga, like three more minutes.” I grunted.

“Just like that.” This random broad moaned.

We only stopped by our cousin’s, Kevin, house to drop off some s**t. His girl’s friend was all on my d**k, so I decided to see what it was about.

“Nigga you said that twenty minutes ago.” Kane continued to yell. “We don’t have time for this bullshit.”

I rolled my eyes and pulled out, this nigga always buzzing. The girl stood back up and pulled her skirt down. She looked up at me and licked her lips.

“What’s your name again?” I asked the girl as I pulled up my pants.

She rolled her eyes and made a stank face at me.

I laughed, “What’s my name?”

“Mhm.”

“Exactly, you don’t know me, and I don’t know you. When you see me on the streets, keep it like that.”

I won’t lie, she was cool for a quickie. Light brown skin, long legs, and that ass was unbelievable. But I had no plans of seeing her again. She huffed and rushed out of the room. I laughed at her, it’s not my fault she gave it up that easy.

“About time!” Kane said as I walked down the stairs.

“Aw, nigga, shut up!” I responded buttoning my shirt.

“You always coming over here, starting shit.” Kevin laughed. “Now I’ma get in trouble ‘cause you made that girl cry.”

He and Kane were playing the PlayStation and I could hear the girls yelling in the backyard.

“She was throwing that s**t at me! What was I supposed to do? Tell her naw?”

Kane shook his head, “Do you ever turn down p***y?”

That s**t cracked me up, “Just because you want to wait until your married to f**k, doesn’t mean I have to.”

“f**k you Zane, I get bitches.”

“Only ‘cause you look like me.” I joked, knocking his hat off.

We were both six foot three, blackity black skin, dark brown eyes, even our body size and shape were the same. Our moms dressed us the same until middle school, and I couldn’t wait to stop looking like that nigga. I immediately cut off my hair and got waves, I traded that good boy s**t for the streets. At sixteen, I was able to get my moms to agree to me getting my first tattoo. Now at twenty-three, I had tattoos on almost every area of my body. I promised moms, no face, neck, or hand tats and I was going to honor my promise.

“Here y’all go with this bullshit.” Kevin said as their game ended, and Kane stood up.

“f**k you wanna do?” I laughed, squaring up with him.

“I told you about knocking my s**t off, little nigga.”

“You ain’t gone do shit.”

Kane squared up and we started play fighting, we boxed at least twice a week at our father’s gym. We were equal for the most part, but sometimes he won and others I did.

“Nuh uh.” Cassandra, Kevin’s girl, said as she walked in the door. “Take that s**t outside.”

“Come on, Cass.” Kane laughed. “I’m defending your girl’s honor.”

“Oh, you’re a petty bitch.” She laughed as her friend walked in the backdoor.

Kane grinned at her and picked up his backpack.

“I’ma see y’all at the party tonight?” Kevin asked as he stood up.

“What party?” I asked.

“If yo ass would pick up the phone, you would know.” Kane said, punching my shoulder.

I sucked my teeth, “Nigga what party?”

“This nigga, Terry, and his brothers are throwing a party at this little club by UNLV.” Kevin responded.

“Who is some f*****g Terry and his brothers?” I asked.

“This nigga from school,” Kane said, “We play ball with him sometimes.”

Kevin and Kane were both enrolled at UNLV, on full academic scholarships. So, a lot of the time I tagged along to their parties if I didn’t have s**t else to do.

“Hmm, sounds cool, will there be bitches though?”

I could hear the friend saying, “Oh my God”, under her breath. I struggled to hold in my laughter, Cassandra punched me.

“Get yo girl, cuz.” I laughed, putting her in a bear hug.

“Nigga, you better get off my woman.” Kevin warned, walking around the couch.

I laughed and let her go, “Well? ‘Cause if it ain’t, I’ma have to see y’all niggas on the flip side.”

“Duh, nigga.” Kane said. “Now bring yo ass, I need to finish this f*****g essay.”

I dapped up Kevin and hugged Cassandra.

“Keep it a buck.” I said to the friend.

Cassandra chased me out the house with a broom.

“You’s a cold piece.” Kane laughed as we got into my Navigator.

“Now, if I would’ve ignored the broad, then I would be in the wrong.”

“Nigga, you always in the wrong.”

“True, true.” I laughed.