Free Finding Forever by Keisha Ervin

better tell this lil’ nigga. I don’t know what type of shit he on, but he got me fucked up, for real.”
     
    “Straight, it’s like that, Koran? It’s like that? After all the shit we been through?” O challenged.
     
    “Fuck the shit we been through! It’s about right now and right now you on some homo shit!”
     
    “Homo? Homo? Nigga, you callin’ me gay?” O tilted his neck and extended his left ear in disbelief of what he’d just heard.
     
    “I ain’t call you gay! I said you on some gay shit, now what you wanna do about it?” Koran challenged.
     
    “Koran, baby, please stop! It’s not even that serious.” Whitney tried her best to calm him down.
     
    “Koran, chill out.” Sheek pulled him back.
     
    “Fuck that shit, Sheek, cuz! This nigga foul!”
     
    “You know I’m the last one to stick up for that nigga, but look at him! He drunk, man! He on that shit!”
     
    Breathing heavily, Koran took a glance at O and saw that he was high and pissy drunk, but that shit didn’t matter. Everybody knew being drunk only made your true colors shine through.
     
    “Man, come here.” He grabbed Whitney by the arm and dragged her across the room. “What the fuck was that shit about?”
     
    “What shit? What did I do?” she asked, baffled.
     
    “Don’t play dumb, ma, it’s not a good look on you.”
     
    “Whoa.” Whitney released her arm from his grasp and stepped back. “Have you lost your fuckin’ mind? Who are you talkin’ to and what is your problem?”
     
    “Why the fuck you let that nigga rub all on you like you some kind of ho?”
     
    “A ho? Are you kidding me? We were just dancing.”
     
    “It looked like more than dancing to me.”
     
    “Please do not tell me you’re jealous?”
     
    “Don’t come to me wit that jealous bullshit. I ain’t no muthafuckin’ female.”
     
    “Well, get that bitch up outta you and act like it,” Whitney joked to ease the tension.
     
    “Man, you got me fucked up.” Koran’s upper lip curled.
     
    “Whateva, if you gon’ be actin’ crazy I’ma leave,” she retorted, stepping past him.
     
    “Don’t play wit me. What I tell you about runnin’?” He grabbed her hand to stop her from leaving.
     
    “Ain’t nobody playin’ wit you. You the one starting wit me.”
     
    “My bad, come here.” Koran pulled her close. “Just do me a favor. Stay away from that nigga. O on some shady shit right now.”
     
    “That’s all you had to say. And if you ever call me a ho again I swear on everything I love it’s gon’ be me and you.”
     
    “You think you tough, don’t you?”
     
    “Let’s just put it like this. I ain’t no punk.”
     
    “Whateva, you look nice though.” Koran eased up and mellowed out.
     
    “’Bout time you noticed.” Whitney’s face brightened with a smile.
     
    “You gon’ give me some tonight?”
     
    “I don’t know. I’ll think about it,” she smirked.
     
    “A’ight, that’s what’s up. This muthafucka the shit, ain’t it?”
     
    “Yeah, I like it. This gon’ have to be our new chill spot.”
     
    “Right,” Koran agreed, really not listening.
     
    Whitney was rambling on, but his eyes were glued to her hips and thighs. Koran wanted nothing more than to dip off and find a spot that was made just for two.
     
    “Koran, are you listening?” she asked.
     
    “Yeah.”
     
    “Mmm hmm, then what I just say?”
     
    “I don’t know. Quit askin’ me so many questions.” He laughed.
     
    “I knew yo’ ass wasn’t listening.” She playfully hit his chest before wrapping her arms around his neck. “What you got your mind on?”
     
    “You.”
     
    “Oh, really?” She licked her bottom lip.
     
    “Yeah, I wanna see what you got on underneath this little bitty ass dress.” Koran slid his hand up her thigh.
     
    “Absolutely nothing,” she answered with a look of lust in her eyes.
     
    “You must be tryin’ to get fucked.” He stepped forward so her back could rest