Chapter 7 - Nigga, Do You Got a Job?

Trey swear this nigga Zay ain't got no responsibilities. No job, no schedule, no reason to be outside this damn much.

Yet, here the fuck he go again.

It's a Friday night, and Trey just got off work. He tired as hell, tryna hit the gym real quick before goin' home. Soon as he step inside, who he see?

Zay.

Leanin' against the counter near the smoothie bar, choppin' it up with some random chick, smilin' all in her face like he ain't been harassin' Trey all week.

Trey exhale slow, turnin' toward the lockers, tryna act like he don't see shit.

"Aye, big Zo!"

Trey close his eyes for a second, already irritated.

Here this nigga go.

Zay stroll over, smirkin' like he already knew this was gon' happen. "Damn, nigga, you followin' me now?"

Trey shoot him a dry look. "Nigga, this my gym."

Zay raise an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Since when?"

Trey ignore him, pullin' off his hoodie and switchin' his shoes. "Since I been payin' for a membership. Nigga, do you even got one?"

Zay laugh, sittin' on the bench next to him. "Hell nah. I just slide through when I feel like it."

Trey pause, facin' him. "So you don't got a job."

Zay grin. "I got money."

Trey fold his arms. "Nigga, that ain't what I asked."

Zay smirk. "You worried 'bout me too much, Zo. Why you always askin' where I be at, what I do?"

Trey grab his water bottle, shuttin' his locker. "Cause you pop up like you ain't got shit else to do. I'm startin' to think you homeless."

Zay fake gasp, hand on his chest. "Damn, big dog, you think I'm out here strugglin'?"

Trey start walkin' toward the weights. "Ain't no way a grown ass man this available every time I turn around."

Zay keep up with him, still smirkin'. "You ever thought maybe I just wanna see you?"

Trey pick up a dumbbell, liftin' it like he ain't hear that shit. "You ever thought maybe I don't give a fuck?"

Zay chuckle, sittin' on the bench across from him. "Cap. If you ain't care, you wouldn't be talkin' to me right now."

Trey shake his head, switchin' arms. "Nigga, shut up."

Zay just watch him, eyes flickerin' over Trey's biceps as he curl the weight. "Damn, what you tryna get big for?"

Trey don't even pause. "Ain't tryna do shit. Just keepin' myself right."

Zay nod, lookin' impressed. "Aight, aight. I see you. Bet you get all the hoes, huh?"

Trey scoff. "Don't worry 'bout what I do."

Zay smirk. "Bet you be pickin' bitches up wit' one arm, huh?"

Trey stop mid-rep, shootin' Zay a look. "Nigga, do you ever shut up?"

Zay laugh, puttin' his hands up. "Aight, my bad. I'ma let you work out. For now."

Trey shake his head, goin' back to his set. He don't know what it is about this nigga, but one thing clear-Zay persistent as fuck.

And Trey should be annoyed.

Should be.

But if that's the case... why the hell he kinda look forward to this shit?