You Can't Help Who You Love

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into Quis’ car and headed to the club. Soon as we stepped out, everyone was looking like they wanted to take pictures. Who could blame them though? We were the hottest women out here standing with the most realist drug dealers. Niggas envied them and so did the bitches with us. We were so unbothered. Soon as we stepped in the club, Jacquees’ song, Come Thru, started blasting in the speakers. I took that as the initiative to go and dance in front of Dallas. He wasn’t the type to dance or be caught off his square in the club, so he stood there while I rocked on him back and forth.
    ‘Girl your body is Legit, mama made you thick, don’t know why you wonder why them other hoes talk shit, I see sex in your eyes, sex in your thighs. I don’t play no games, you my candy crush all night, can I put my face in your water, I know it’s out of order. He can’t do the things that I do, know the tricks that I knew. Don’t know why you acting brand new. She can’t get the Snickers from another nigga, she know what I did with the Twix, my ex-girlfriend can’t stand her cause her new man hit her with that Jolly Rancher’
    I let my body take over; I was feeling this song. He placed his hands on my waist and started rocking with me. “You know I love you right, M?” he asked me. I didn’t say a word; I just nodded my head at him, steadily dancing. “Tell me you love me,” he demanded.
    “I love me some you, Dally,” I purred back at him. I felt his dick jump and wanted to say fuck the club and take it back to his place, so we could make it do what it did. But, I was already out, so I was going to enjoy this time because once school started, clubbing was over with for me. The song changed to Waka Flocka’s, Round of Applause. The club went wild. This was a mad throwback right here, but that didn’t stop me from twerking my ass on him. I had no filter. I was feeling myself and I wanted him to know that he was mine, no matter what. I shook, twerked, and bounced my ass all over him. I swung my hair and caught a glimpse of Halee doing the same with Quis. We were in here giving it up! I danced to the whole song without stopping.
    “Wonder what you’d ever do if I went missing on yo ass,” I turned around, singing to him. He pulled me into him, kissing me. I didn’t decline it. We sat down and I took a break. I look across the club and saw Quis’ baby mother storming over and I knew some shit was about to pop off. I locked eyes with Halee and we were on the same shit.
    “REALLY MARQUIS?” she barked.
    “Man, go on with that shit now Toya,” he told her. I wanted this bitch to jump stupid. That shit they pulled at Halee’s house still pissed me off. I was ready for her to start something.
    “Why are you doing this to me, with a fucking white girl at that?” she asked, looking like she wanted to cry.
    “Look, I done told you about that white girl shit. Just face the facts that you can’t run me off. I’m not going anywhere until I’m good and ready baby mama. Just give it up because that’s all you’ll ever be. A baby mama,” Halee stated calmly. I knew sooner or later she was going to explode.
    “I wasn’t talking to you, bitch, mind yours!” she barked back.
    “This right here,” she said, rubbing on Quis’ chest, “is ALL mine, so it is my business when you’re talking to him. Anyways, Dallas, can we get the house keys? I’m not even in the mood to club anymore because if I stay here a minute longer, I’m catching a charge and I’m not playing,” Halee said, eyeing Toya while standing up. I stood up with her. We moved together and I wasn’t letting her go anywhere by herself, especially when I know bitches be hating and what not. That wasn’t a chance I was willing to take. We brushed past them and headed out of the club, but not before Danielle called herself bumping me.
    “Oh, I’m sorry Faith,” she exclaimed, like she didn’t know my name.
    “Yeah, ok bitch. Try your luck if you want

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