Chapter 6 - Nigga, You Tryna Be My Friend or Sum?

Trey don't do friends.

Ain't never been the type to get close to niggas, and he damn sure ain't startin' now.

So why the fuck is Zay sittin' in his passenger seat, feet up on the dashboard like he payin' rent?

Trey grip the wheel, exhalin' slow through his nose. He ain't even mean for this shit to happen-he was mindin' his business, tryna grab some food after the gym, when this nigga once again popped up like he got a tracker on Trey's ass.

And, somehow, Zay finessed his way into Trey givin' him a ride.

How? Trey don't even fuckin' know. Nigga talk so damn much, Trey probably agreed just to shut him up.

Now, they ridin' through the city, Trey keepin' his eyes on the road, Zay leaned back like he comfortable as hell.

"Ayo, turn left up here," Zay say, noddin' toward a side street.

Trey glance at him. "Nigga, where the fuck you even live?"

Zay smirk. "You worried 'bout the wrong shit, Zo."

Trey suck his teeth. "How the fuck I'm the driver, but you don't wanna tell me the destination?"

Zay stretch, feet still on the dash. "Ain't no destination. I just like ridin' wit' you."

Trey grip the wheel harder. This nigga get on his nerves.

"I ain't no fuckin' Uber, nigga."

Zay chuckle. "Shit, if you was, I'd give you five stars. You drive smooth as hell."

Trey ignore him, takin' a sip of his water. He ain't gon' lie-the silence in the car ain't even bad. But that don't mean he gon' say that shit out loud.

Zay tilt his head, studyin' Trey's face for a second. "You always this serious?"

Trey side-eye him. "You always this annoyin'?"

Zay laugh. "Nah, only wit' niggas I fuck wit'."

Trey scoff, shakin' his head. "Nigga, you don't even know me."

Zay just grin. "Not yet."

Trey don't say nothin' to that. He just switch lanes, tryna focus on drivin'.

Zay stretch again, then glance at Trey's hand on the gear shift. "Damn, you got nice hands. You get 'em done?"

Trey pause. "Nigga, what?"

Zay nod at his fingers. "Your nails clean as fuck. You get manicures or sum?"

Trey look at him like he crazy. "Nigga, I wash my hands. The fuck?"

Zay smirk. "Aight, but I'm just sayin'-you got them 'hold a nigga's face while you kiss him' hands."

Trey damn near hit the brakes.

He whip his head toward Zay, brows low. "Nigga, what?!"

Zay bust out laughin', holdin' his stomach. "Ayy, chill, chill! I'm just talkin' shit."

Trey shake his head, facin' the road again. "You play too fuckin' much."

Zay wipe a fake tear from his eye, still laughin'. "Aight, aight, I'm done. I swear."

The rest of the ride quiet, but it ain't awkward. Trey pull up to some apartments, finally stoppin' the car.

Zay stretch one more time before openin' the door. "Good lookin' out, Zo."

Trey nod, ready to be done with this shit.

But before Zay get out, he lean back in, lookin' Trey dead in the face.

"Ayo."

Trey sighs, already exhausted. "What, nigga?"

Zay grin. "You gon' see me again."

Trey roll his eyes. "Unfortunately."

Zay chuckle, tappin' the car before closin' the door. "Stay dangerous, Zo."

Trey don't respond. Just watch as Zay walk off, hands in his hoodie pockets, movin' like he don't got a care in the world.

Trey shake his head, finally drivin' off.

This nigga weird.

But for some reason... Trey don't really mind it.