Hold U Down by Keisha Ervin Page B

can you load these bags in the trunk for me?”
    â€œSure, ma’am.”
    Once everything was settled, Unique got into the rented white Denali truck. She had no intentions of talking to Bigg, so she placed her seat belt on, slid off her pink Juicy flip-flops, folded her arms, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
    Hating her attitude but loving the way she looked, Bigg smiled, put the key in the ignition, and began their road trip to Louisiana.
    Four and half hours into their trip, Bigg turned the volume up on the radio, pulled out a blunt, and sparked it up.
    Eightball and MJG’s “Don’t Flex” was on. He had no choice but to turn it up; it was his jam. Unique was still asleep. Looking over at her, Bigg couldn’t help but laugh. Her head was turned to the left, facing him. The girl was snoring, and on top of that, her mouth was hanging wide open. Bigg even spotted a little trickle of drool sliding down the corner of her lower lip.
    â€œDon’t flex, baby . . . I wanna see you touch your toes in that dress, baby . . . Bounce it up and down like we having sex, baby . . . ,” he sang in between taking pulls off the blunt.
    Stretching her arms and legs out, Unique yawned. The smell of Purple Haze in the air and Eightball and MJG on the radio had her fully awake. Feeling that her face was wet, she quickly wiped the side of her mouth. God, I hope he didn’t see that , she thought.
    â€œWhere are we?”
    â€œWe’re in Memphis,” he said, passing her the blunt.
    â€œThanks,” she replied, inhaling the smoke into her lungs.
    â€œYo, you was over there knocked the fuck out, snoring and shit.”
    â€œI was not. I do not snore.”
    â€œSomebody lied to you, ’cause you was over there snoring like a muthafucka.”
    â€œFuck you.” She grinned as her stomach began to growl. “Are you hungry? ’Cause I am.”
    â€œYeah, we can stop.”
    Denny’s was only two miles up the road, so they decided to stop there. She put her flip-flops back on, grabbed her purse, and hopped out of the truck. Bigg was already at the door, holding it open for her.
    â€œThank you.”
    â€œYou’re welcome,” he replied, admiring her ass.
    â€œHi. Can we have a table for two?” Bigg asked the waitress once inside.
    â€œSure. Smoking or non-smoking?”
    â€œNon-smoking, please.”
    â€œFollow me.”
    As they walked over to their table, Bigg continued to eye Unique’s thick thighs and plump ass as she walked. The jeans she had on were so tight that he swore he caught a glimpse of her pussy print.
    After guiding them over to a booth by the window, the waitress, Tracy, gave them both a menu and a glass of water. After ordering, they sat in silence for a minute.
    â€œSo, Bigg, what’s your real name?” Unique asked, breaking the ice.
    â€œHow you know my real name ain’t Bigg?”
    â€œI know your momma did not name you Bigg.” She laughed.
    â€œIt’s Kaylin, sweetheart.”
    Hearing Bigg call her sweetheart caused Unique to blush. She couldn’t believe that she had graduated to sweetheart level so fast.
    â€œKay . . . lin. I like that.”
    â€œSo, what’s up wit’ you and Cezar?” he asked out of nowhere.
    â€œNothing. Why you ask that?”
    â€œI mean, you got keys to the nigga crib and shit. I figured y’all was more than just friends.”
    â€œWell, you figured wrong. Cezar and I are just friends ,” Unique stressed, hoping she was making herself clear.
    â€œOkay, so what’s up with the attitude then, Miss Unique?”
    â€œWhat you mean by that?”
    â€œYou’re so cold and defensive all the time. What nigga hurt you?”
    â€œAin’t no man hurt me. Life hurt me.”
    â€œWhat happened in your life that was so fucked up?”
    â€œBasically, I’ve been an adult since as far back as I can remember. My