Giving Him Something He Can Feel by Damenia Uvonda

the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I knew what all the slang shit meant. That nigga must have thought I was dumb. “Are you planning to do something to him?” I had all types of questions for his ass. He started to approach me again and said, “Don’t worry about it.”
    His choice of tone got a bitch tense so that was my cue to get that nigga out of my house. From a distance, he looked okay, but once he came up close, I got a good glimpse. Caine had lumped his shit up pretty good.
    “Look, Alex you have to go. I don’t have time for this shit anymore.”
    I really didn’t mean it but I knew if there was any chance of Caine and I working things out then Alex had to go. “Get yourself, that dirty ass cousin of yours Rico, and bounce,” I demanded his ass out although I had to admit I wanted some dick. If he only knew, his ass could have had some. I thought he would put up a fight but he didn’t. He just turned around and walked out of the house. Knowing I made the right choice by telling Alex to leave, I went back upstairs and laid on the bed. After all, he was the reason for that shit in the first place. Now Caine might have to suffer.
     
     
     
    Caine
    After searching the whole fucking club for that nigga Shawn, I finally found him in the back playing pool. The nigga also had a stripper on the pool table showing off some hoe tricks. I walked over to him and told him, “Yo nigga lets ride.” He was so caught up in those bitches, he couldn’t even think straight. He told me, “Naw, naw, what’s the rush Caine? Give me a second nigga.” He was drunk as shit. “This bitch is getting ready to put an 8 -ball in her pussy. This shit should be illegal my nigga,” he said while he was stumbling and steady drinking. He was still tipping the bitches and breaking his own rules.
    “Nigga aren’t you the one to tell me not to tip Lincoln and Hamilton? So why the fuck you throwing Jacksons and Grants?” I asked him.
    “Yeah I know nigga but an 8 -ball though. Come on son, I have to tip the bitch.” He threw another twenty-dollar bill down. Although the nigga wouldn’t listen to a word I was speaking, I told him, “Shawn you are a backward-ass-nigga for that shit.”
    He looked at me and laughed. Then said, “Yeah nigga but that was before I knew the City had new hoes in here with new tricks and outfits feel me?” That nigga must be in here often to know what types of chicken heads are in there. He was drunk as hell but he still managed to say, “It’s normally the same ole tired ass dog face bitches in here. You know what they say; you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Well these old bitches had some puppies and they’re full of energy.” He threw ten one dollar bills over one of the more mature strippers. “Look, Caine I know you may be new to this shit because Kandi let you off the leash tonight, but chill nigga…” He was throwing money on all the strippers like money wasn’t a thing. “The night is just getting started.”Shit maybe he was right. That shit with Lola just had me tripping. Last thing I wanted was to have a bitch think she had some type of control over a nigga. Niggas couldn’t be seen running out of the club and shit. After two more hours Shawn was fucked up and ready to ride.That nigga was in the car drunk as a skunk, signing some teen pop group named ‘N Sync. I tried to change the station but then he started singing word for word.
    “Don't wanna be a fool for you
Just another player in your game for two
You may hate me but it ain't no lie,
Baby, bye, bye, bye...
Bye Bye”
 
     
    “Nigga that was my shit,” Shawn was trying to say, slurring all his words. “Back in the day nigga, I fucked with that song. I think about Gina every time I think of that song.” “Wow,” I told him, “now that’s a name I haven’t heard in ages.” Shawn was still trying to sing the damn song,
    “Bye, Bye, Bye...”
    “Yo! Yo Shawn, you good nigga?” He was starting to piss me off