Free All I Want is that Hood Love 3 by Mercedes G Page A

for mine. He was my sanity. I knew that I probably wouldn’t be able to sleep well while he was away.
                  "Um, yeah, I guess so." I played with DJ for a while, then I went to find Kira. Her and Rock were all over someone's car being nasty. Rock had his back up against the car while Kira stood in front of him. Her hands were locked around his neck with her knees buckled. I shook my head when I saw Rock pull his hand from her crotch.
                  "Ewe, y’all so damn nasty! Sorry to intervene, but Kira, I can't be here. I really shouldn't have come. I’m about to go!"
                  "Whyyyyyy Tay? What's wrong?" Kira whined. I wasn’t sure if she was whining because I was about to leave or because I had just interrupted that nut she was about to catch.
                  "I just overheard Mega dicking down his new bitch. When he finally opened the door, I leaped across the room all hell broke loose. I can't take this shit anymore. He's torturing me. He knows I love him. It seems like he's getting a kick out of seeing me like this," I pouted.
                  "That bitch ain’t jump stupid did she?” Kira got serious.
                  “Nah, that hoe ain’t crazy. Mega got her ass trained like a fuckin’ puppy!”
                  “Don't worry about Mega, Tay. He'll come around. If not, fuck him!" she said and shrugged her shoulders. Only if it was that easy.
                  "Yeah, you right…um…you want me to take you home or nah?"
                  "Nah, me and Rock are about to leave in a few, so you can go ahead. Are you good though?" she asked.
                  “Yeah, I’m good.”
                  We kissed each other's cheeks and I left.
                  I got in my car and just sat there for a few moments. I wish I was brave enough to go back inside and make Mega leave with me, but I wasn't about to keep playing myself for him, and I definitely didn’t want to put on a show in front of all these damn people and make myself look bad. I felt like a battered woman, but I hope I didn’t look like one. I pulled down my sun visor to check out my face and a piece of paper fell in my lap. Looking down at the paper, I smiled. It was the paper that Wesley had written his name and number on. Pulling out my phone, I contemplated, on whether or not I should give him a call. Fuck it! I took a deep breath and then dialed his number.
                  "Yeah?" His resilient voice answered.
                  "Uh, hey, is this Wesley?"
                  "It depends. Who wanna know?"
                  "Um, well this is NaTaysia. We met in the parking lot at the grocery store the other day, remember?”
                  “Of course I remember! How could I forget such a beautiful face?" The smile in his voice made me smile.
                  "Thank you," I blushed.
                  "I'm glad you decided to use my number. I honestly didn't think you would call; well, at least not this soon," he admitted.
                  "Well, when I pulled down my sun visor to check myself out in the mirror, your number fell into my lap. You were nice enough to help me, so it's the least I could do." We both laughed.
                  "Well are you busy later on? I would love to see you again and get to know you a little better." I didn’t think he would be trying to ask me out already, but what the hell. I wasn’t doing shit anyway.
                  "That would be nice. I'm actually free tonight."
                  "Okay cool. Would you like for me to pick you up?" he asked.
                  "How about we meet up somewhere? Club Chill is having open mic night tonight at nine," I suggested.
                  "That sounds like a plan. Nine it is!" he