Bronxwood

Bronxwood by Coe Booth

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“I like chasing.” And just like that, I lean over and give her a kiss on the lips. Nothing like we was doing the other night in the elevator, just something to keep her wanting more. And it look like she do too, ’cause when I stop kissing, she still leaning into me like she thought it was gonna go on for a while longer. “I wanna talk to you,” I tell her real quiet so Asia don’t hear me. “Alone.”
    It ain’t easy, but after ’bout twenty minutes of me sitting there, talking and joking with both them girls, trying not to show how bad I wanna spend time with Adonna, Asia finally take the hint and say she gotta go home and help her moms cook. I think that’s what she say, but to be honest, I ain’t really paid her no mind. This time ’round, my mind is focused on what I want.
    As soon as Asia gone, I grab Adonna hand and get her to walk with me away from the basketball court. I’m trying to find someplace where me and her can go where there ain’t a whole bunch of other people ’round, but that’s hard to find in the projects. They got us packed in here like fuckin’ rats. I mean, I don’t know why we don’t all go crazy at the same time.
    I take Adonna back ’cross the street over to the side of the community center that’s closed now. They only open in the morning on Sunday to give the old people ’round here breakfast and a sandwich or something to take home with them. I lean up against the building and bring Adonna close to me, and before she can start talking, I go in for the kill. My mouth is on hers and we doing some long, hard kisses. I know it ain’t easy to turn me down, but at the same time I’m kinda surprised that Adonna kissing me outside like this, even if there ain’t a lot of people that can see us. I mean, she don’t never mess ’round with guys from Bronxwood, and now it’s like she letting everybody know she like me or something, and that’s cool. Funny thing is,if Novisha in her apartment right now, she could see us if she was looking out her kitchen window.
    My hand is on Adonna back, right on her nice smooth skin, and I start sliding it down to her ass real slow so she won’t even hardly notice. It don’t work though. She pull her lips away from mines and is like,
“Where
is your hand going?”
    “I don’t know,” I say, and try to go back to kissing, but she keep her lips away. I smile. “Both my hands got a mind of they own. But this one, the right one, it’s a bad hand.”
    “Bad hand?” She raise her eyebrows, but she still got that little smile on her lips.
    “Yeah, it always been like that. When I was in fourth grade, you ain’t gonna believe this, but this hand actually threw a Pokémon eraser ’cross the classroom and almost hit Mrs. Milner in the back of her head while she was writing on the board.”
    Adonna laugh.
    “And when she turned ’round and was like, ‘Who threw that?’ I ain’t say nothing, ’cause I ain’t do it. My hand did it by its own self.”
    Adonna shake her head. “You are so full of it.”
    “I’m serious.”
    “All I know is, you better find a way to keep that bad hand off my ass.”
    “I don’t got no control over it.” I try and make myself look innocent, but I can’t help smiling myself.
    Next thing I know, I’m putting my arms ’round her and we hugging, and I’m kissing her ear and neck, and she trying to act like she ain’t a hundred percent into me, but she still letting me do what I want. Damn, I’m starting to like this girl. And the way her body feel against mines, it’s all good. I could get used to this. “When you gonna let me take you out?” I whisper in her ear. “Show you a good time.”
    She smiling. “How good?”
    “Real good.” In my head, I can’t believe she actually gonna go out with me. Cal ain’t gonna believe this when I tell him. I give Adonna another kiss.
    “My mother’s not gonna let me go out with you ’til summer school is over on Friday.”
    “No problem. Let’s

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