drop the subject and just forget about it—what’s done is done; so like his bitch, I remain quiet and drop it. He doesn’t give a fuck about me and Terry dating at one time. We leave it at that. My fear turns into lust; he can definitely hold it down. He’s a true, die-hard, roughneck thug.
We park in front of my crib for a few minutes. Tyrone tongue kisses me goodnight and I step out of his car. After getting inside, I take a quick shower and go straight to bed.
It’s been three days since Tyrone beat Terry down in that all-night burger joint. I keep the incident to myself, telling no one about it. Yesterday, Tyrone surprised me with a gift. He bought me a diamond bracelet from Tiffany’s
in Manhattan. I nearly cried when he clamped it around my wrist. He refused to tell me the price of the bracelet.
I flaunt the expensive bracelet in front of Naja and Latish. We’re over Naja’s crib now, chilling and playing cards. Naja lives with her man, Bosco. He’s one of Tyrone’s business associates. Naja likes the bracelet so much that she says she’s going to press Bosco into buying her one; he makes enough cash to afford it.
“So what’s up with you and Jakim now?” Latish asks, all up in a bitch’s business.
“What do you mean what’s up with me and him? We’re still cool,” I reply.
“But I thought you said you was planning on getting back together with him?” Naja chimes in.
“Please, girl, I got it good on both sides. And Jakim can wait it out a little longer…it’s my decision,” I say.
“Why you messin’ with that boy’s head, Shana? You know he loves you too much, and you’re out fucking his man. That’s some cold shit,” Latish says.
“First of all, Latish, he fucked up with me, and I’ll give my pussy to whoever I wish. Jakim don’t own this,” I say pointing down at my shit, “This is my treasure…I just lent it to him for a little while.”
“Now you know you’re frontin’,” Naja loudly says. “Jakim had you in love. It was always Jakim this, Jakim that. I love me some Jakim. Y’all relationship is like an emotional rollercoaster.”
“Please, ain’t like y’all never cried over no dick,” I say.
“Yeah, I be crying,” Latish says, “when the dick be hitting my spot just right.” Naja and I laugh, and we slap each other five. “Yo, I got with this
niggah named Bent,” Latish adds. They call him that because when he gets hard, his shit bends three inches to the side, looks like he got a hook at the end of his shit. But anyway, he can work some muthafuckin’ pussy, g-i-r-r-l. That niggah be hooking on to my shit, and be dragging me all across the room with his hook dick.”
“You are so stupid,” Naja says.
“So, Shana, let me ask you a personal question: who got a bigger dick—Jakim or Tyrone?” Latish says. I hesitate answering her.
“Yeah, for real, whose is bigger?” Now Naja wants to know.
“Why y’all wanna be all up in a girl’s business?” I say. “They’re both big.”
“Tyrone!” they shout in unison.
“What makes you think it’s Tyrone?” I curiously ask.
“Because I can see it in your eyes, plus you ain’t gotta answer; the way you’ve been carrying on about Tyrone, I’m surprised you just don’t marry the man and have his babies,” Naja says.
“And leave a fine man like Jakim out in the cold? Girl, you must be crazy. You gonna fuck around and have some other ho pick up your leftovers, Shana,” Latish cautions.
I could never trust Latish around any of my men; she’d fuck them in a heartbeat. I wonder how I’ve managed to befriend and stay cool with her for so long. And I still have my doubts about her and Jakim being together. Sometimes the way she looks at me makes me feel so uncomfortable, like she knows something I don’t.
“Shana, what’s the deal with you and Sasha? Y’all been friends for so long—ever since the eighth grade,” Latish suddenly brings up.
“Fuck her!” I flatly say.
“I
We park in front of my crib for a few minutes. Tyrone tongue kisses me goodnight and I step out of his car. After getting inside, I take a quick shower and go straight to bed.
It’s been three days since Tyrone beat Terry down in that all-night burger joint. I keep the incident to myself, telling no one about it. Yesterday, Tyrone surprised me with a gift. He bought me a diamond bracelet from Tiffany’s
in Manhattan. I nearly cried when he clamped it around my wrist. He refused to tell me the price of the bracelet.
I flaunt the expensive bracelet in front of Naja and Latish. We’re over Naja’s crib now, chilling and playing cards. Naja lives with her man, Bosco. He’s one of Tyrone’s business associates. Naja likes the bracelet so much that she says she’s going to press Bosco into buying her one; he makes enough cash to afford it.
“So what’s up with you and Jakim now?” Latish asks, all up in a bitch’s business.
“What do you mean what’s up with me and him? We’re still cool,” I reply.
“But I thought you said you was planning on getting back together with him?” Naja chimes in.
“Please, girl, I got it good on both sides. And Jakim can wait it out a little longer…it’s my decision,” I say.
“Why you messin’ with that boy’s head, Shana? You know he loves you too much, and you’re out fucking his man. That’s some cold shit,” Latish says.
“First of all, Latish, he fucked up with me, and I’ll give my pussy to whoever I wish. Jakim don’t own this,” I say pointing down at my shit, “This is my treasure…I just lent it to him for a little while.”
“Now you know you’re frontin’,” Naja loudly says. “Jakim had you in love. It was always Jakim this, Jakim that. I love me some Jakim. Y’all relationship is like an emotional rollercoaster.”
“Please, ain’t like y’all never cried over no dick,” I say.
“Yeah, I be crying,” Latish says, “when the dick be hitting my spot just right.” Naja and I laugh, and we slap each other five. “Yo, I got with this
niggah named Bent,” Latish adds. They call him that because when he gets hard, his shit bends three inches to the side, looks like he got a hook at the end of his shit. But anyway, he can work some muthafuckin’ pussy, g-i-r-r-l. That niggah be hooking on to my shit, and be dragging me all across the room with his hook dick.”
“You are so stupid,” Naja says.
“So, Shana, let me ask you a personal question: who got a bigger dick—Jakim or Tyrone?” Latish says. I hesitate answering her.
“Yeah, for real, whose is bigger?” Now Naja wants to know.
“Why y’all wanna be all up in a girl’s business?” I say. “They’re both big.”
“Tyrone!” they shout in unison.
“What makes you think it’s Tyrone?” I curiously ask.
“Because I can see it in your eyes, plus you ain’t gotta answer; the way you’ve been carrying on about Tyrone, I’m surprised you just don’t marry the man and have his babies,” Naja says.
“And leave a fine man like Jakim out in the cold? Girl, you must be crazy. You gonna fuck around and have some other ho pick up your leftovers, Shana,” Latish cautions.
I could never trust Latish around any of my men; she’d fuck them in a heartbeat. I wonder how I’ve managed to befriend and stay cool with her for so long. And I still have my doubts about her and Jakim being together. Sometimes the way she looks at me makes me feel so uncomfortable, like she knows something I don’t.
“Shana, what’s the deal with you and Sasha? Y’all been friends for so long—ever since the eighth grade,” Latish suddenly brings up.
“Fuck her!” I flatly say.
“I
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