N*ggas

Friday Night. What a motherf*ckin' night. It was a little crazy. Well, you know Whitney came in town, right? Well, we were determined to go out and maybe go to a club or somethin'. However, things didn't go as planned. First, we meet up @ Northwest Plaza. We were in there for a good 1/2 hour to and hour and I make a stop in TMobile to put $25 on Bobby's phone for him. Then, while we were in there, you know some people were tryin' to holla, or get some digits. P-LEASE. They weren't gettin' ours. One of the weakest ones that came up to us was this guy who claimed he knew Whitney. He goes, "eh! Uh... you look familiar. What's your name? Um... yeah, I think I know you from somewhere. Let me call u sometime". Are you serious?! That was HELLA weak. We laughed about all the ghetto people in the mall that day, like 2 old ladies sittin' on their front porch... Just ChiLLiN! After leaving, we decided to go to Club Rio. Well, we GET to Club Rio but didn't even go inside. While we were driving down there, she started crying, and this is the reason why. She and her bf broke up the night b4. And, well, a little while before we left he called her. He said, "How was your day so far." She answers with a "not so well" type reply. She asks him the same and he eagerly answer, "Oh I'm doin' GrEaT!" Damn. When she told me that, it even hurt Me to hear it, you know? I know that if I'm just a bi-standard hearin' this, it had to hurt her more than I can imagine. As I watched the tears fall, I had a feeling that going to a club right now wasn't the best idea. So... we were in the parkin' lot for a little bit and we decided to leave. While we were on the way back to her house, she gets a call from Brad (an ex of hers), and we head over to his house. He said, "Eh, come ova to my crib for minute". So we head over there and guess what? He's not even there!!! She calls him and asked where the f*ck he was and he said he was like "2 minutes away". We waited for 15-20. He finally shows up and tells us to get in the car with him. After much deliberation, we get in. Whitney says, "where are we goin?". He doesn't answer. She asked him again and he turns up his music. He continues to do so everytime she asks. Finally we end up @ a liquor store. He goes in, gets some shyt, and comes back out. Finally we get on the road again, and start heading towards illinois! We were WAY down on 270. We stop @ a f*ckin' White Castle. Whitney reminds him that I have to be bak by 3 'cause I have shyt to do. We get back on the highway and she asks him if he can take me home. They begin to argue for what seemed forever. Finally he agrees to do it and we get on the highway to take me home. All of a sudden, we get off the highway again. She asked him again...."Um.... where are we goin'?" No answer. "Is this the way to Webster?" He answers plainly with a "yes" and a smurk. I go, "You know what? You full of shyt!!! This is NOT the way to Webster. Now WHERE the F*CK are we goin', goddamnit?!!!" He finally speaks up, which was the first time EVER and says, "is there a Need for this hostility?" I go, "Why couldn't you just answer her motherf*ckin' question in the first place. Otherwise, you wouldn't've gotten all this hostility in the first place!" He answers, "Damn, can I go pick up my boy right quick?" FINALLY, we get BACK on the highway wit his otha BoY the car now. Then WE get into it again. He made another smart ass comment. I respond back, of course. Then he crossed the line. "You know what, keep your attitude in the back and watch what you say." I say, "What YOU gon' Do?". No reply. At this point, I was honestly ready to get 'bout it with him. He eventually gave an excuse for his behavior. I guess you could say that was his way of apologizing. Whatever. There's minor notes in between, but moving on. Well... I got back around 2 and then my mom 1/2 later. She called to REMIND me to be home by 3:30 am to take her to the train station. I set my alarm for 3:05. I turn off the alarm right after I get up. I actually get out of the bed around 10 minutes later and leave out. I drive my mom and dad down to the station. Dropped my mom off, took my dad bak to the crib, then dipped out. So... that was the completion of my WoNdErFuL night. I was so angry. So frustrated. So upset. Not only did my girl come to town we not do anything that night, but we ended up in terrible moods because of some n*ggas. All these n*ggas doin' her SO wrong. All these n*ggas thinkin' they runnin' game on somebody. All these n*ggas just tryin' to get in it. Whitney goes,"I wish I had someone like Bobby". This is something I will keep in mind for every single person I meet, because so far, the n*ggas we've been meetin' as of late haven't been about sh*t. So much for having a girl's night out and having fun. Well..... Maybe tomorrow will be different.