THIS IS ONLY A FILLER CHAPTER SO IT MAY NOT SEEM RELEVANT BUT IT IS SO YEAH.

RESHAWD

I blow, holding my forehead. I got a crazy headache. I'm so fuckin' hurt and mad right now. I don't even know what to do.

Eric just picked me up with his son in the back. "This is your uncle Reshawd, Arique." Eric says. I look back then nod my head at him. "Daddy, why is his face and eyes red bruised and why does he breathe like a crazy person?" Arique asks. "He's upset right now, Arique." Eric answers. I didn't tell Eric what happened and I'm not going to. I'm not in the mood.

"That's the house." I mumble, pointing at the small house in Compton. He pulls in the driveway then lets me out. "I'm about to take him to Target to buy him some pajamas. Call me when you're ready." Eric says. I nod my head then get out. I walk to the side then knock on the window. She lifts it up. I climb in. 

"What's wrong?" she whispers. "Everything, Delila." I answer, sitting on her bed. "Let's talk, best friend." she says.  Delila is a girl I grew up with. She don't like niggas so it ain't like that. She a stud. I just come to her. I never vent to people about how I feel, not even her. I just force a smile and laugh with her to feel decent.

"I don't wanna talk about it." I say. She chews her bottom lip. "I hate when you get like this. Shawd, don't go mute and shut down. Did you take your medicine?" she asks. "Earlier." I dryly say. She gets up then opens her drawer then hands me my bottle of pills. I keep a bottle over here too. "The fuck you want me to overdose? I just told you I took it." I say. She mean mugs me. "Don't snap on me cause you having problems. I can get just as crazy as you. Don't go there." she says.  "My bad." I say. She pulls my pants down then starts sucking my dıck.

I look at her crazy.  Delila strictly messes with women. This shit shocking. "Oh... what the fuck?" I groan, biting my lip to keep from sounding like a hoe.

She finishes off then swallows my kids. We both sitting here awkward as hell. "Um..." I say, scratching my neck. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to try it and you the only dude I trust and stuff so uh... and I wanna make you happy. Cheer up." she says. I chuckle. "I never got head from a stud before." I joke.

She laughs. "I never did anything with a dude before so we even." she says, fixing her gym shorts. I nod my head, looking around at all the pictures of models and naked hoes on her wall.

"Shawd... I gotta tell you something." she says. I look at her. "Sup?" I ask. She looks at my dıck. "Dude, why you still got that thing out?" she akss, laughing. I start making It jump. "It ain't a thing, it's a jumbo sausage." I say. She pushes me. I snatch her to where she landed dead on top of me.

She chuckles then climbs off me. "But what you wanted to tell me?" I ask. She gets quiet then stands. She takes her big tee shirt off then her sports bra. My mouth drops. "Do I have an ugly body?" she asks. I point at my dıck. "According to lil Shawd, naw,  you got a nice body." I tell her. "Are you just saying that just to be saying it?" she asks. I shake my head no. "What if I said I'm done with girls and that I like a boys now. Well... this one boy?" she nervously ask. I smile. "Ohhh shit, my nigga going straight on my ass! Aight, where he at? I gotta meet this nigga right here!" I exclaim.

That just brightened my whole day. She looks at me funny. "He's mixed... um, he's like 5'9, he's slim but buff, he has straight white teeth, he smoke hella weed, and he loves hoes." she says. I start thinking about it. "Do I know him?" I ask. She looks at me crazy again.

"He's confident, funny, sweet on rare occasions, and he has a bunch of brothers and sisters, and three of them are bloods." she says, biting her lip.  I raise my eyebrow.  "Uhh... lil dude from across the street?" I ask, laughing.

"Naw, nigga! It's you, stupid!" she snaps. I stop laughing. "Mane, I already know. You like them model hoes and them lil celebrity daughters you be messing with." she says, shaking her head and putting her shirt back on. "The hoes from rich families." she adds. "Real feminine bitches. I already know I ain't yo type." she says.

"Naw, you ain't my type. Mane, you always been just my homie. You suckin' my dıck caught me off guard. Real shit, you don't wanna be with me. I would only ruin you. I'm no good for you or nobody else. We see eye to eye right now only because we friends but if we was to date, I would corrupt you. I'm only tellin' you this cause I got love for you, mane." I say.

"You don't think I'm strong enough to be with you or you just don't want me cause I fuck bitches?" she asks with an attitude. "Naw... you pretty but I'm tellin' you Delila, I'm a hoe. I fuck with a different hoe every day and all you gone do is cry if you get with me." I say. "Naw... you just ashamed of me. You scared of what people gone think." she says. "I don't care about how nobody feel so no, that's not the case. Mane, I didn't come over for this. My head hurt, I don't wanna talk about relationships." I say, laying back in her bed.

She punches me in my chest. "Reshawd, name another female who'll love you and deal with yo craziness like me. I bet you can't." she says. I sigh. "We only fifteen, lil nigga. We need to worry bout havin' fun, not love. Besides, I don't believe in love." I say. She straddles my lap. "You gone believe in it by the time I'm through with you." she says.

I laugh at her confidence then lift her and move her off me.  "Why you comin' on so strong, Delila?" I ask. "Because, I wanna lose my virginity to my best friend. Let's do it." she says. "I don't have a condom." I lie. "My brother got some." she says, smirking.  "I only wear magnums." I say, hoping she'll believe me and get the hint. "He got those too." she says.  I sigh.  I guess I can't get out of this one.

"Delila, come on... I'm not in no good mood. I'll fuck around and take my frustrations out on you while I'm hittin' it." I lie.

She smacks her lips. "I heard rough feels good. I'll try it. Come on, Shawd." she says. I look at her crazy. What's wrong with my homie man? "You got aids and trynna purposely give it to me or some shit?" I ask.

She looks at me crazy. "No, stupid. Forreal, come with me to get the condoms." she says. "Delila, I ain't having sex with you. You like a brother slash sister to me, man." I say. "See, I knew you wouldn't wanna do it cause of the fact I like girls." she says. "Quit saying that. I obviously don't care if you like girls if I been kickin' it with you since forever. I just got a lot on my mind and I ain't in the mood." I say.

"Come on, Shawd... you'll feel better. I'm so hòrny." she whines. "Don't you got a strap on?  Go satisfy yourself." I say.

She mean mugs me. "I want the real thing, Shawd." she says. I face palm myself.  "Fine." I say. I follow her to her brother's room. This nigga room smell like pušsy and weed. Ain't no money though.  I start laughing at my thoughts.

She signals me to be quiet. She opens his drawer then grabs two magnums and two normal ones. This reminds me of the scene on the wood when they stole her brother's condoms.

I follow her back in her room. She closes then locks the door.  "Well... put it on." she says, biting her lip nervously. "Don't rush me." I say, staring at the gold packet. I rip it open then pull my pants down. "Gotdamn." I mumble, staring at the condom. "What, why you acting scared, Reshawd? You a virgin?" she asks.

"What? Hell naw. I been lost mine." I lie.

Most people would think I lost it but naw, my family fertile as hell and I'm honestly scared as shit to get somebody pregnant. I don't trust condoms or birth control at all. I do get a lot of head though. That's my shit right there.

"What you waiting on, man?" she asks. Is my dıck even big enough to fit this damn hot air balloon lookin' condom? This shit big as hell.

"Umm... nothin, I don't like magnums. I heard weird stories about em breaking." I lie. She smacks her lips then tosses me a normal one. I open it then blow. I slide it on my dıck. She looks at it funny. "Uhh... Reshawd, is it on right?" she asks. I look at it wondering the same thing. "I'm a pro, man. Lay down." I lie.

I can watch niggas blow up into pieces and feel nothing but I'm scared to fųck. I'm so backwards.

I spread her legs then put it at her entrance.  I push the head in.  She screams.  "What?" I panic, snatching it out. "Why the fuck did you just force it in there? I just said I'm a virgin!" she snaps, crying.  I pull the cõndom off. "Fuck it then, cry baby ass girl." I say, then throw the condom at her face.

She gets up and pushes me. "Uuugh, Reshawd, you gotta be the most rude and disrespectful person I ever met!" she screams. "You so damn heartless! All you care about is yourself! Psycho! Crazy ass!" she yells. I look at her crazy. "So, you finna start dissin' me cause I don't wanna give you the D? Seriously?" I yell. She looks away and starts crying.

I blow.  "Man, whatever. Let's try again." I say, grabbing another condom.  "You bigger than I thought you would've been." she says. "I'm ten inches." I say. "Is that considered average?" she asks. "No... it's considered abnormal and is considered a horse dıck." I answer.

I heard big dıcks run in my family. "Hell naw, this got a hole in it. Delila, you trying to trap me? That's why you so anxious?" I ask. "Nigga, no." she says. I pull her to me then slowly put myself in her. My eyes roll back while I go in and out.

I pull out then nut on her stomach.  "Wheww... gotdamn." I say, smiling. That felt so good. She looks at me crazy. "First of all, it hurt, second of all, that barely even lasted two minutes. I gave my virginity up for two whole minutes?" she snaps. I shrug my shoulders. "I guess we just discovered I'm a quick pumper. Ay, I gotta go." I say, laughing and getting dressed.

"Dang, you finna do me like I'm a hoe?" she asks. I shrug my shoulders.  "I told you what it was. You the one who insisted." I say. "Go to hell." she says. I shrug my shoulders then climb out her window then walk to Eric's car.

He looks at me crazy. "What you smiling so hard for?" he asks. "Ohh... nothing." I say, grinning.  He looks at me crazy then pulls off.  "You creeping me out over there smiling like the joker. You look like the annoying orange smiling big like that." he says. I chuckle. He sniffs the air. "Reshawd, you smell like pųssy." he says, scrunching his nose up.

I chuckle. "Nigga, I fucked the shit outta her." I say. He shakes his head. "You had on a condom?" he asks. I nod my head. He stares at me. "Are you lying right now?" he asks. "Nope." I lie. "Yes you are. Nigga, you went in raw? See, that's how I winded up with Arique." he says, shaking his head. "I pulled out, E. She ain't gone get pregnant." I say. He shakes his head. "What if you catch something?" he asks. "She was a virgin so she clean." I say with a shrug. "How you so sure she was really one if you never slid in no puşsy before yourself?" he asks. "Eric, chill. She won't be pregnant and I ain't catching shit." I say. "I want to get you checked." he says. "I'm good, E." I say. He sighs. "Okay... if you feel funny in a few days,  tell me." he says. "Eric, why you so scared?  Damn, I ain't a baby." I say. He shakes his head. "I just don't want to see you fuck your life up. Whatever though, you want to go visit ma?" he asks. I look out the window, thinking about what happened earlier. "Nah, drop me off at home." I answer. He stares at me for a second then turns the radio on. That's just what I needed to help me clear my mind.

J. Cole's Wet Dreamz starts playing.  I chuckle at the irony of the situation.  I nod my head to the lyrics.  "You know that feeling when you know you finna bone for the first time. I'm hoping that she won't notice it's my first time.

I'm hoping that my shit is big enough to fuck with. And most of all I'm praying, God don't let me bust quick." Eric raps along, laughing. 

"Reshawd." he coughs out. I flip him off. Man, I got a lot on my mind.

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