She's Gotta Have It: A Hood Love Story
could protest. As successful as Khalid was, I’m surprised she didn’t want him for herself.
    “Here you go,” Khalid grinned as he handed me a drink.
    “Thanks,” I exhaled. My phone buzzed and it was a text from Cassian.
    “I forgot that was yo’ nigga,” Khalid laughed as he looked at Cassian’s name on the screen.
    “Oh you did? I doubt that,” I rolled my eyes unbeknownst to him.
    “Yeah, when you’re famous you don’t have a private life,” he replied as he bobbed his head to the music.
    “True,” I half smiled, not really interested in having a conversation with him. I preferred the convo within my iPhone with my man.
    Cassian: I miss your smart mouth!
    Me: I miss you acting like an asshole lol.
    Cassian: Fuck you.
    Me: Suck my ass.
    Cassian: I will, when I get back.
    Me: You’re disgusting, I love you.
    Cassian: I love you too, Pretty.
    “You always text when you’re at the club?” Khalid asked.
    “If my man isn’t with me I do,” I smirked.
    “He’s out of town right now, ain’t he?” he inquired.
    “Mm hmm.”
    “Why you didn’t go?” he quizzed.
    “Because unlike most of these celebrity girlfriends, I’m in school,” I fake smiled and he laughed.
    “Damn, let me leave you alone,” he put his hands up in mock surrender. I didn’t respond because that’s exactly what I wanted him to do.
    I knew what kind of nigga Khalid was. He’d lied on his dick plenty of times in the past. He was a fake ass thug, who prided himself on stealing other musician’s girlfriends.
    We stayed at the club until closing, since Hollis was the DJ. I was beyond ready to go home. I would’ve much rather spent my night cuddled up with Cassian, over FaceTime.
    “Where are you going?” I asked Andi when I realized she wasn’t headed to the house.
    “We’re about to go chill with Hollis and Khalid,” she responded while keeping her eyes on the road.
    “Andi, it’s 3am. I’m sleepy as hell and don’t feel like entertaining anyone,” I said sternly.
    “I have a five-hour energy in my purse if you need it,” she chuckled.
    “Andi, I’m serious! I’m not in the mood!” I yelled.
    “And I'm serious too! Drink that fucking five-hour energy and suck it up! I’m helping to secure your fucking future!” she shouted.
    “My future is being secured every time I go to class, and when I got that acceptance to medical school! Not chasing after niggas just to use them in hopes of being the next Kardashian!” I screamed.
    She didn’t say anything and kept driving. I closed my eyes and let out a heated sigh, as I laid my head back on the headrest. She would never see things my way. This was the last time I was hanging out with her at night.
    We pulled up to a big ass house with a K on the gate. This must’ve been Khalid's house. I hated a show-off ass nigga. Once we parked, we exited the car and Khalid welcomed us in. As soon as Andi and I sat on the couch, I rested my head back because I was so tired.
    “You okay?” Khalid asked.
    “I’m just tired. I have a lot of studying to do,” I half lied.
    “Let’s take shots!” Andi clapped her hands together. Hollis cracked open some Grey Goose, as Khalid laid out some shot glasses.
    “I’m good,” I said holding my hand up.
    “Just one shot Jos, pleeaassee,” Andi begged and handed me a filled shot glass.
    We started to play a game called “I Never”, and every time someone said something you’ve done, you took a shot.
    “I don’t want to play anymore,” I slurred after my third shot. I adjusted my tight ass army green dress that I was ready to climb out of.
    “We will be back,” Andi chuckled with her drunk ass, before leading Hollis out of the room. I wanted to kill her right now.
    “So what’s up with you?” Khalid smiled and scooted closer to me.
    “I thought you said you knew I had a boyfriend,” I frowned.
    “Yeah, but I know how you and your sisters get down,” he replied stroking his beard. I knew this shit would catch up

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