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not what I wanted to hear. As those thoughts ran through my mind, he must've noticed the disappointment in my face, because he started explaining his reason.
    "Churches just make me feel uncomfortable, so don't be mad a'ight." Then, he said those magic words, "You need some money?"
    "Yeah," I said with a smile.
    "How much you need?" he asked.
    "About $500."
    "A'ight, I got you," he said, holding me tight. "So, what's good for the night? You wanna go out for a drink?" This boy knows he could drink. Since I've been fuckin' with him, I've become a bit of a lush my damn self. I thought before I said, "Sounds like a plan to me." Later that night we hit this spot on Merrick called Quiet Storm. I've lived in South Side, Jamaica all my life and I never knew Queens had so many local hangout spots. C-God sat at the bar and I went to the bathroom. The place was packed, but small. As I walked to the back to look for the bathroom, I noticed there were more women then men. I mean it had to be like five women to one man. A perfect example of how there's a shortage of men in the world. On my way back to the bar, I heard the DJ
    say, "Free drinks for the first 25 ladies. Oh yeah ladies you got ten minutes to place your drink order." You should've seen those thirsty bitches pushing each other as they ran over and bum rushed the bar. The shit was crazy. It reminded me of the way them old ladies in my neighborhood be rushing to the church every Wednesday morning to get that free bag of food before it ran out. I wasn't even tryin' to take a chance getting back to the bar, 'cause if one of those thirsty hoes step on my $300 boots from Sacco's, it was gonna be on up in here. So I waited out the ten minutes.
    Then the DJ stopped the music again and said, "Oh yeah ladies, those drinks... Compliments from my man C-God over there at the bar. Ha ha, I see ya big baller. Ya'll ladies thank him for quenching that thirst, a'ight. My man this song's for you player."
    The DJ was giving C props. He threw on Jay-z 's "Big Pimpin'." I was pissed. I couldn't believe this nigga is up in here spending money on these bitches, money that could've been spent on me. I squeezed my ass right through the crowd that had now loosened up a little. All I seen was girls up in his face smiling, and his ass enjoying every moment of it. ' Oh, he's really tryna to play me .' "Excuse me," I said, in a nasty tone.
    "Oh, this my baby right here, ladies say hello," he said to the birds standing around him then turned to me. "You a'ight ma? I got us a bottle of Mo, they ain't got the good stuff." I can't believe this nigga is on some real pimp shit. Talking 'bout ' this my baby, ladies say hello .' Like these shank ass bitches really cared.
    "To answer your question: No , I'm not a'ight, I'm ready to go."
    "Come on ma, I'm just having a little fun. Besides, ain't none of these hoe's drinking what you drinking."
    "Oh, so that makes it a'ight?"
    "Yeah it do, we came together and we leaving together. So drink the champagne and stop tripping." I did what he said, while he continued to flirt and acknowledge my presence at the same time. I was so pissed off. Besides his money, I made him look good, so for him to sit here and play me was fucked up. I could have any nigga I wanted and I chose him. None of these hoes looked better than me. I repeated this in my head over and over again to build my shattered confidence back up. Then I spotted Shana and some girl on the dance floor; that was my cue to break away for a minute.
    "C-God, I'll be back." I got up and walked over to say what's up. Shana was high as hell. She introduced me to her friend Chasity, who from the looks of it seemed to have straight attitude towards me, which I ignored. I didn't have much to say to Shana and neither did she. You would have never guessed that we were, or should I say, use to be best friends. I asked if she was going to Keisha's son's christening, and if so, I'd see her there. I felt kinda of awkward so I used