As soon as Khevasiah stepped closer to him, Junya began to raise his other hand as if he was going to hit her. "What the fuck do you take me for? Where have you been? Who was them niggas in that truck? Why the fuck you got me out here in these New York streets looking like a fucking bum, because you want to stunt with niggas and shit... why you"
"Shut the fuck up you bitch ass nigga!" Khevasiah whispered as she
slapped Junya across his face. Khevasiah then grabbed Junya by his jacket and
began to drag him across the street to the vehicle she was driving. As Junya got
in the vehicle, he noticed that Halftime and one of his crew men were in the back
seat.
"What the fuck you doing with my girl nigga?" Junya said immediately.
Junya was so irate at this point, he was fully turned around, looking at the two
men in the back seat of the vehicle. Halftime simply snickered and looked at his
homeboy, barely paying Junya any attention.
"Hold on... I have a brief situation". Halftime said into his cellular phone.
"I thought you sonned this bitch ass nigga from the club Half?" The other
man said.
"He just don't get it don..."
Halftime lifted up his jersey and pointed down towards his waist. Junya
looked and saw that Halftime had a gun tucked in his pants. Junya sat back and
turned around in the vehicle seat, then slowly turned towards Khevasiah. Junya
made a face of disapproval, then pulled the lock on the door to get out the
vehicle. The door was locked, and Khevasiah closed her eyes; a tear fell down
her cheek.
"I brought these guys to meet you Junya... Why must you be so insecure
and instable, that you would believe for a moment of time that I would play you?
You, if anything, owe me an explanation as to why you was up in the tub with
that light skinned bitch? As if I wouldn.t know? C.mon man. What makes you
think that a woman like her would be interested in you at all? Me and Lani go
way back. When you called her, she called me. How you figure I knew you was
here? You could have called my other cell phone, or you could have paged me,
something to show you was looking for me. You obviously give up too easy.
You made an ass of yourself in front of my homeboys.
I knew them longer than you and I have been dating, longer than I have even known you.
Why are you so possessive? I tell EVERYONE about you. Whenever I go somewhere, I cannot
keep your name out of my mouth. Day and night, night and day, I got niggas
coming at me, throwing house money at me, and giving me car keys, vacations,
the whole 19! And I say no, just for you... only for you. Why don't you believe
me? don't you love me? Why don't you love me like I love you? I do this for
us. Halftime is taking time out of his busy schedule to meet this guy that I am so
nuts over. You are talented, handsome, and you have a lot to offer. You, and
only you are to blame for your lack of success, because you utterly refuse to
humble yourself and be like „okay, I.m a fall back and be easy, watch the game."
"If you took time to listen, or even introduce yourself nicely, you might
have gotten farther." Halftime said as he covered the mouthpiece on his phone.
"You shouldn.t talk to me bout anything man... you was all over my girl
in the club, and you sonned me in front of your boys!"
"So fucking what! This is N-Y-mother fucking C, and we don't play
round here! You walking up on a mother fucking superstar, with your $100.00
dollar outfit, no class, no nothing! And you LET your girl walk around the club
by herself? If I was you, she would be hand cuffed! That showed me that you
was either a cold ass nigga, or a fold ass nigga – quick to fold under pressure.
You could have laughed that shit off, put your stake in your prize woman and
kept it peace. I am the streets. Ain.t a nigga out here that won.t bust for me.
You was bold hitting me with that bottle... you..."