That Nigga

That Nigga

"Hit me up when you turn 18 boo" Jayce spoke into the phone.

She was surprised when she answered the unknown number, shit was happening faster than she thought.

"Man Cuh you trippin, you not the oldest female that I've talked to", Lavelle said into the phone. Jaycee took the phone off her face and just looked at it. She chuckled to herself, “Who the hell does this nigga think he is?”

“I didn’t say I was the oldest, ill just feel more comfortable if you were of age, I aint trying get caught up with a minor like that”, Jaycee waited for Lavelle to respond.

“Yea ok cuh, don’t get no nigga man”, Lavelle finally gave up. He knew it wasn’t the last time he’d talk to Jaycee, he wanted her too bad.



Jaycee

​I sat in the middle of my floor, indian style, listening to Wale play. I licked the chocolate flavored swisher and dropped the grinded dro in it. I started tucking and rolling but then I stopped. I found myself thinking about Lavelle more and more these days, I mean since I seen him the other day. Before that Thursday, I hadn’t seen Lavelle since his freshman year of high school, when I left Hunsaker. Even back then as a freshman, he was still bomb. He caught the attention of most if not all of the upper classman females, myself included. I don’t know about the other ones but I knew I couldn’t mess with a baby so I just admired from a distance until I went back to Pioneer High to finish my senior year.
​It was a Thursday afternoon and I accompanied my bestfriend to a trackmeet at Paramount High school for her baby brother. I remember this day like it was yesterday because when he caught my eye, I knew I wanted him but I also knew he was still a baby. Nonetheless, I had to have him so I worked my magic and got a contact on him. In the meantime, I watched him run his races.

Standing at a good 6’2, muscular build and cocky as hell,
Lavelle was a sight to see. I could tell he was cocky as hell by the way he walked around the track before his events. He had that “Im THAT nigga” walk and the more I watched, the more I wanted him.
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After his race was over, I made my way down the bleachers and to the snack bar, he was headed in that direction as well. Once we go to the snackbar, I made my order and stepped aside so he could do the same. He ordered a Gatorade and began to walk away, before he could leave from the snack bar, I passed him a napkin, got my order and walked away.

​The trackmeet kind of flew by after that, and as we were on our way out of the stadium, I heard my name being called. I turned around to see who it was and my heart almost stopped. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t even speak, well I couldn’t find the words to speak. When he approached me, I thought I was going to collapse.
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"So you was gone leave without saying bye cuh?"

It wasn't until then that I noticed Lavelles perfect teeth and smile. I damn near gasped for air so that I could say something back.

"I figured you'd take a little while so I was gonna see if you would use the number or not" I finally found the words to say. Lavelle looked me up and down and said,"You pretty AF for a dark skin girl cuh" . UGH I hate hearing that shit, that irritated the fuck out of me instantly .

"Yea um thank you, use that number, I gotta go" before I could finish the sentence, his rude ass was walking away in the opposite direction.

Rude ass boy, I thought to myself.


Lavelle

"Nah, the track meet was coo, I got 1st place in the hunnid and 4x1" I explained to my dad. This was our usually post meet talk that we always have. "Yea dad, I know. More practice pops, iight. Yes.....yes....mhm yea ... Next week.... Okay .. Love you too pops" I finally hung up. It don't matter, he always piss me off toward the end of the conversation. For a nigga that's barely around, he expect a lot out of a nigga.

I got up off the couch where I had been sitting watching espn, and walked into the kitchen. I reached up to grab a cup and a piece of paper fell out of my sleeve. When it landed on the counter, I didn't know what the hell it was or could be, seemed crazy as hell like a set up from a movie. I picked it up and read "Jaycee 5623422567"

I don't know why but I got excited once her name registered. I remember her from when she was a senior at the D and I was a freshman. She stood out to me then, but I was a young nigga, I knew she wouldn't take me serious. Not too many dark skin girls get my attention and Jaycee got it as soon as I seen her for the first time. Jaycee ain't tall but she got a little height, athletic build but not on no buff bitch shit. Big ass titties, nice ass but what stood out the most was her big bright blueish brown eyes. She didn't act like a girl like her would usually act though, I never talked to her but I could tell she was different from them other girls at school. Then one day, I just didn't see her nomore.

I was gonna text her but I decided to call in instead. Something about talking to a female on the phone made shit feel real. I dialed her number on my phone and I noticed I shook a little bit. I shook my hand quick to get rid of that punk ass tremor.

"Yea can I speak to Jaycee", it took her about 4 rings to pick up, I was about to hang up.

"Who is this" she sounded so proper.

"This Lavelle" the line went silent, I took my phone off my ear and looked to make sure she was still on the phone.

"Oh what's up young man" I chuckled and started getting to know Jaycee.

Jaycee

When I met Lavelle, like actually met him, I fell in love with him. It was love at first sight for me. That was 3 months ago. Today, I can't stand his fine ass. I let a bomb ass face fool me, bomb face and great dick. The young dick got me GONE.

Three months ago, Lavelle turned 18 years old. Yes I was not playing, I wasn't messing with him until he was legal! A month before that, he graduated from high school. Yes I am dealing with a baby. Except, Lavelle is mature for his age but the immaturity show every now and then.

"I need a Halloween costume", I said aloud while fixing my hair in the bathroom mirror. Lavelle was sitting on the chaise next to my bed.

"Why you need a costume Cuh?" He actually sounded upset. Lemme see how much he care, I thought to myself.

"What you think I need a costume for? To go out for Halloween!" I said back with a smile.

"You not going nowhere" Lavelle stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

I turned to face him instead of looking at him through the mirror in front of me.

Now we face to face and I can feel his breath hitting my skin. I try to back up a little bit but he pulls me closer to him.

"Where you going" his voice always makes my....