Post by Nate Harris on Mar 9, 2019 0:40:16 GMT
Nate ran his hands through his hair as he paced back and forth, trying to keep from losing his temper. He was not going to be one of those gays. He was flamboyant, he ain’t ever lied about who or what he was. He was a gay native guy who didn’t pussyfoot around what he thought. His body felt tense like he was spun way too tight.
He thought about walking home but the chance a tourist would say the wrong thing to him made him wait for the uber to arrive. Last thing his bitch ass needed was to get arrested before likely his only chance to get a belt for the next couple months. Nick would kill him if he tanked their sales with sucker punching some rando.
He cracked his fingers, took a deep breath through his nose as he paced.
“Nate!” Riley was rushing towards him.
“No. Fucking do not right now!” Nate pointed angrily at him.
“What is your fucking issue? What the fuck was that?!”
“You lied to me. You forced me into a situation in public I had no way to deal with.”
“I proposed to you, you acting like I did something horrible.”
“With all your friends, your coworkers and my parents there. The fuck? What kind of shit is that? What planet that seem acceptable?”
“It’s romantic you absolute fucking disaster.”
“No. No, that was a trap.”
“Wow.” Riley scuffs. “Wow. Really?”
“I don’t like this shit.” Nate pointed at the restaurant. “I have been crystal clear on that shit. We only been dating a fucking year, why would you pull this?”
“You proposed to Nick for a free dessert.”
“To fool some dumbass white people. Not with anyone we knew there!”
“That’s what your upset about? That there were people there?”
“Riley. We have…had a good thing. You fucked it up, that’s not my fault.”
“You’re breaking up with me? Are you fucking serious?”
“Tell me something,” Nate moved into Riley’s personal space. “What was that if not a power move? You hate romantic shit. HATE IT. That’s why we got on.”
“… Maybe-”
“It was a powermove! The same with the constant social media shit about me your man. You invite all these people but not my best friend. Am I meant to miss the big blinking red flag?”
“Is that all he is?!” Riley yelled back.
“Haven’t we had this fight enough times…”
“You answer his call. Every goddamn time. Doesn’t matter what we’re doing. He hears everything about you first. He’s with you all the fucking time. Just admit you’re in love with him. Just fucking admit I’m just a space filler because you got the hots for a straight boy.”
Nate clenched his fist, shaking his head stepping back from Riley. “Your insecurities is not my problem.”
“He is never going to love you. Not like I do.”
“You’re acting like a crazy person right now.” Nate threw his hands up in the air.
“then fucking deny it.”
“Know what? That’s Gerald the uber driver.” Nate pointed to the blue car that pulled up. “Whatever shit I left at your place? Keep it. You’re a fucking nutjob.”
“JUST FUCKING DENY IT!” Riley screamed at him.
“Oi, Oi. Nah, nah, no domestic disputes near my whip.” The uber driver yelled. “Get in if we going.”
Nate moved and got in the back seat, ignoring Riley starring forward as the guy pulled away from the curb.
“You alright?” The driver asked.
“I could really use a smoke if you had one.”
“That’ll cost you a five-star rating fam.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
“Menthol or normal?”
“Menthol.”
“Here you go.” Gerald passed back a pack of camel crushes. “Roll the window down and chill. I’m gonna put some Beyoncé on, okay?”
“Sounds perfect.” Nate lit up, inhaling deeply.
“Alright. So real talk?”
“The fact that my boy Pax and Nick are all the way near the end and I am at the beginning?”
“That’s some shit. I’m not gonna lie. Do I know who any of these fucking mystery spots are? Nah. Do I know all the names of everyone who entered? I’m gonna be honest, I’m gonna be real. I might not be able to pick yall out of a line up.”
“We all in this for the shot at this title. I’m hungrier then yall are. I want it more then yall do. Me and my boys? Unless Pax got that Extreme title by the time High Stakes hits I expect him to walk out with that fucking golden ticket. Nick? You best put on a goddamn show.”
“Hopefully I’ll see yall when you come out but if I don’t? I’m gonna take as many of these bitches out as I can.”
"And everyone that has a problem with me? All you dumb bitches who been going off on pre-show prima-donnas? What you done lately? Maybe we don't get booked as often as some of you other tricks but when we are? You know we are putting our body and soul on the fucking line.
This might be our make it or break it moment. No one gives two shits about us. We say what we feel and we don't give a fuck. I don't give a fuck who you are or where you came from or how much more experience you have then me. If you aren't one of my boys and there ain't no evil biotches in the ring? Your ass is grass. I'm yeeting your ass out the ring like it empty."
“Trust.”
He thought about walking home but the chance a tourist would say the wrong thing to him made him wait for the uber to arrive. Last thing his bitch ass needed was to get arrested before likely his only chance to get a belt for the next couple months. Nick would kill him if he tanked their sales with sucker punching some rando.
He cracked his fingers, took a deep breath through his nose as he paced.
“Nate!” Riley was rushing towards him.
“No. Fucking do not right now!” Nate pointed angrily at him.
“What is your fucking issue? What the fuck was that?!”
“You lied to me. You forced me into a situation in public I had no way to deal with.”
“I proposed to you, you acting like I did something horrible.”
“With all your friends, your coworkers and my parents there. The fuck? What kind of shit is that? What planet that seem acceptable?”
“It’s romantic you absolute fucking disaster.”
“No. No, that was a trap.”
“Wow.” Riley scuffs. “Wow. Really?”
“I don’t like this shit.” Nate pointed at the restaurant. “I have been crystal clear on that shit. We only been dating a fucking year, why would you pull this?”
“You proposed to Nick for a free dessert.”
“To fool some dumbass white people. Not with anyone we knew there!”
“That’s what your upset about? That there were people there?”
“Riley. We have…had a good thing. You fucked it up, that’s not my fault.”
“You’re breaking up with me? Are you fucking serious?”
“Tell me something,” Nate moved into Riley’s personal space. “What was that if not a power move? You hate romantic shit. HATE IT. That’s why we got on.”
“… Maybe-”
“It was a powermove! The same with the constant social media shit about me your man. You invite all these people but not my best friend. Am I meant to miss the big blinking red flag?”
“Is that all he is?!” Riley yelled back.
“Haven’t we had this fight enough times…”
“You answer his call. Every goddamn time. Doesn’t matter what we’re doing. He hears everything about you first. He’s with you all the fucking time. Just admit you’re in love with him. Just fucking admit I’m just a space filler because you got the hots for a straight boy.”
Nate clenched his fist, shaking his head stepping back from Riley. “Your insecurities is not my problem.”
“He is never going to love you. Not like I do.”
“You’re acting like a crazy person right now.” Nate threw his hands up in the air.
“then fucking deny it.”
“Know what? That’s Gerald the uber driver.” Nate pointed to the blue car that pulled up. “Whatever shit I left at your place? Keep it. You’re a fucking nutjob.”
“JUST FUCKING DENY IT!” Riley screamed at him.
“Oi, Oi. Nah, nah, no domestic disputes near my whip.” The uber driver yelled. “Get in if we going.”
Nate moved and got in the back seat, ignoring Riley starring forward as the guy pulled away from the curb.
“You alright?” The driver asked.
“I could really use a smoke if you had one.”
“That’ll cost you a five-star rating fam.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
“Menthol or normal?”
“Menthol.”
“Here you go.” Gerald passed back a pack of camel crushes. “Roll the window down and chill. I’m gonna put some Beyoncé on, okay?”
“Sounds perfect.” Nate lit up, inhaling deeply.
“Alright. So real talk?”
“The fact that my boy Pax and Nick are all the way near the end and I am at the beginning?”
“That’s some shit. I’m not gonna lie. Do I know who any of these fucking mystery spots are? Nah. Do I know all the names of everyone who entered? I’m gonna be honest, I’m gonna be real. I might not be able to pick yall out of a line up.”
“We all in this for the shot at this title. I’m hungrier then yall are. I want it more then yall do. Me and my boys? Unless Pax got that Extreme title by the time High Stakes hits I expect him to walk out with that fucking golden ticket. Nick? You best put on a goddamn show.”
“Hopefully I’ll see yall when you come out but if I don’t? I’m gonna take as many of these bitches out as I can.”
"And everyone that has a problem with me? All you dumb bitches who been going off on pre-show prima-donnas? What you done lately? Maybe we don't get booked as often as some of you other tricks but when we are? You know we are putting our body and soul on the fucking line.
This might be our make it or break it moment. No one gives two shits about us. We say what we feel and we don't give a fuck. I don't give a fuck who you are or where you came from or how much more experience you have then me. If you aren't one of my boys and there ain't no evil biotches in the ring? Your ass is grass. I'm yeeting your ass out the ring like it empty."
“Trust.”
Well howdy there pardner.