Salty: A Ghetto Soap Opera (Drama In The Hood) by Aleta Williams Page B

don't know her way around LA like that. And before you ask, I ain't letting her catch no cab. Niggas’ thirsty for pussy. Nigga been done followed her and tried to do something to her.  Just because I ain't attracted to her don’t mean I don’t give a fuck about her. "Those were his exact words. When he broke it down like that I couldn’t do nothing but respect it. But what I don't respect, or should I say like, is how he be getting mad when he think I am out with another nigga. Or If I don’t call him or answer his call when he calls, he be heated. But at the same time, he ain't trying to be with me, claiming that I ain't ready and that I have a lot of growing up to do. Oh and speaking of growing up, when I asked him what the deal was between him and that young chick, Sabrina, he claimed that she lied about her age. She told him she was nineteen. He said, he did not know the girl was only fifteen, if he did he would not have looked twice at her. He must be telling the truth because I been around him a lot and I haven't seen her.  Me and Wack been kicking it since the night I seen him at the party. Do you know that night I saw him at the party we got a room and spent the night together. Tell me why he didn’t try to fuck me? When I tried to come on to him he told me to slow down and that I was moving too fast. The problem was, he wasn't used to someone else being in control.  That's why he had that white bitch.  I can't stand her. I still got to pay that ho back from that stunt she pulled at the club. I wished she would have come home when I was over, hopefully get jealous, and get the wrong idea and leave and never come back.
     
    I wanted to ask him where she was, but didn’t. Again, I didn’t feel like hearing his mouth. I hate when he calls me a drama queen or say that I’m immature.
Why I got be immature because I pout or ignore him when he hurts my feelings?

        He like the way I ride it.... He like the way I ride it...... Wack’s playing my song. That's my cue. I got to go. Wack got me auditioning for this party these football players throwing.

                                
     
      4 minutes later ….   This nigga done did it again. He got your girl Yay feeling extra emotional. Let me tell you what happen...Ok, so I am rotating my hips to the lyrics while Wack sits in his chair wearing a pair of grey sweats and a wife beater. He was looking so damn good and wasn't even dressed. Halfway through the song, I slide out of my halter dress, turned around and bent over, grab my ankles and did my famous move... I made my ass clap. I quickly turn back around so that I could catch Wack's reaction; he had a smile on his face. I walked over to him and repeated the freaky lyrics in his ear. I then ran my hand across his chest onto his abs, that’s when I noticed his ten inches staring at me. I bit my lip and looked at him seductively. I could sense that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. My goal was to satisfy both of our needs. I was scared of being rejected like the last time at the room, when I got butt naked and got on top of him but he pushed me away. This time I tried a different approach. I dropped to my knees. Normally I would look my prey in the eyes , but I did not want Wack to tell me to stop. So I am on my knees , mouthwatering; I am ready to suck him off real good. Once I did that he wouldn’t resist the pussy. I pulled Wack’s rock hard pipe out of his pants, bent down ready to suck it and he snatched me by the hair.
     
    “ What you doing, girl?” He asked.
     
    Now I am embarrassed. My feelings were hurt. I wouldn’t let him know. I put on a smile and said,
     
    “ It’s part of the show.”
     
    The way he stared at me made me uncomfortable. I just knew he was calling me a young immature slut. Again, I played it off. I took my left hand and placed it on his chest as if I was telling him to stay put. I then used my right hand and stroked his