a grown-ass woman."
The ride home was uncomfortably quiet. Lalana was too ashamed to look at him.
When they pulled up at her place, she rushed out of the car. "Um, thank you, and I'm sorry about what happened," she said, fumbling with her keys.
"Lalana, I always have a good time when you're with me. I'm not sure what happened back there, but I ain't into judging and I don't hold grudges. If you wanna' hang again, I'm down." Logan shrugged.
Behind her locked door, Lalana sighed and finally allowed her tears to flow freely. Why wasn't she enough for ROC? Should she have crossed the line? And what was his relationship with Candy, anyway?
Despite how bad she felt, Lalana's mind inevitably wandered to thoughts of when she might see him again. She was so absorbed in this fantasy that when her phone rang, she half-expected it to be him.
"Hello?" she answered, sniffling back her sobs.
"I'm just making sure you're okay," Logan said. "When I dropped you off, you seemed upset."
"I'm good, I'm so sorry about tonight again. And thanks again for waiting on me."
"You ain't even gotta' mention it," he said. "I'm not gonna' hold you. I just wanted to make sure you're okay."
Lalana took a hot shower and climbed into bed. If she was lucky, she thought, she'd fall asleep quickly and not have to think about the mess of a night she had. But every time she closed her eyes, images of ROC preparing to go down on her were vivid in her mind.
She'd see him just as clear as if he was in her bedroom. Her legs would spread for him; then he'd look up into her eyes.
"I want some of that," Candy interrupted. Lalana awoke with a start. She was wet and breathing hard. She looked nervously around her room. The digital clock on her nightstand flashed 3:45 a.m.
Lalana couldn't fight the feeling that it was over with ROC. The thought panicked her. Lalana had to find a way to get to him. They needed to talk; she needed to clear the air with him. That, she decided, was the only way she'd get peace.
The next day came faster than she expected, faster than she was prepared for. The phone on the night stand shrilled. Lalana sighed and picked it up.
"Shorty!" ROC's voice screamed in her ear. Was she still dreaming?
"Um, yes, how are you?"
"You know me, I'm chillin', so you and your homies cop that yet?" he asked.
"Um, your new CD," she said.
"Yeah man!"
Lalana felt a surge of disappointment tear through her excitement.
"Say, hold a sec," ROC said.
That second turned into nearly an hour before Lalana finally hung up. How could he just leave her hanging? She was so fired up that when the phone rang again, she didn't wait for it to ring a second time.
"I hope you're ready," Lisa announced. "We're going to Roscoe's for breakfast! "You remember, right?"
Lalana rolled her eyes. Here we go, she thought. It didn't matter if she was ready to relive the night before. Soon, she wouldn't have much of a choice.
"Yes, I'll be there in an hour," Lalana said.
"Um, try again," Lisa snapped.
"Okay, 30 minutes."
Lalana pulled herself up from bed and padded barefoot to the bathroom. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and hopped in the shower. A few minutes later, she dried and dressed in a Nike tennis dress and a pair of matching sneakers.
Lalana grabbed her bag and rushed out the door.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Lisa and Tina were already seated inside the tiny restaurant and looking at the menu by the time Lalana arrived at the famous Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles off Vermont and Manchester. The restaurant, immortalized in many rap songs, was dark and small. But the food was delicious.
"Look what the cat finally dragged in," Lisa said as Lalana slid into a chair closest to the wall. She was wearing large, dark shades.
"What's up with you?" Tina asked. "How was the private show last night?"
"Oh God! Don't even ask."
Lisa held up a hand, "Wait, don't tell me, Logan found out you were just using him to get next to MC ROC and now you feel bad," she said
The ride home was uncomfortably quiet. Lalana was too ashamed to look at him.
When they pulled up at her place, she rushed out of the car. "Um, thank you, and I'm sorry about what happened," she said, fumbling with her keys.
"Lalana, I always have a good time when you're with me. I'm not sure what happened back there, but I ain't into judging and I don't hold grudges. If you wanna' hang again, I'm down." Logan shrugged.
Behind her locked door, Lalana sighed and finally allowed her tears to flow freely. Why wasn't she enough for ROC? Should she have crossed the line? And what was his relationship with Candy, anyway?
Despite how bad she felt, Lalana's mind inevitably wandered to thoughts of when she might see him again. She was so absorbed in this fantasy that when her phone rang, she half-expected it to be him.
"Hello?" she answered, sniffling back her sobs.
"I'm just making sure you're okay," Logan said. "When I dropped you off, you seemed upset."
"I'm good, I'm so sorry about tonight again. And thanks again for waiting on me."
"You ain't even gotta' mention it," he said. "I'm not gonna' hold you. I just wanted to make sure you're okay."
Lalana took a hot shower and climbed into bed. If she was lucky, she thought, she'd fall asleep quickly and not have to think about the mess of a night she had. But every time she closed her eyes, images of ROC preparing to go down on her were vivid in her mind.
She'd see him just as clear as if he was in her bedroom. Her legs would spread for him; then he'd look up into her eyes.
"I want some of that," Candy interrupted. Lalana awoke with a start. She was wet and breathing hard. She looked nervously around her room. The digital clock on her nightstand flashed 3:45 a.m.
Lalana couldn't fight the feeling that it was over with ROC. The thought panicked her. Lalana had to find a way to get to him. They needed to talk; she needed to clear the air with him. That, she decided, was the only way she'd get peace.
The next day came faster than she expected, faster than she was prepared for. The phone on the night stand shrilled. Lalana sighed and picked it up.
"Shorty!" ROC's voice screamed in her ear. Was she still dreaming?
"Um, yes, how are you?"
"You know me, I'm chillin', so you and your homies cop that yet?" he asked.
"Um, your new CD," she said.
"Yeah man!"
Lalana felt a surge of disappointment tear through her excitement.
"Say, hold a sec," ROC said.
That second turned into nearly an hour before Lalana finally hung up. How could he just leave her hanging? She was so fired up that when the phone rang again, she didn't wait for it to ring a second time.
"I hope you're ready," Lisa announced. "We're going to Roscoe's for breakfast! "You remember, right?"
Lalana rolled her eyes. Here we go, she thought. It didn't matter if she was ready to relive the night before. Soon, she wouldn't have much of a choice.
"Yes, I'll be there in an hour," Lalana said.
"Um, try again," Lisa snapped.
"Okay, 30 minutes."
Lalana pulled herself up from bed and padded barefoot to the bathroom. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and hopped in the shower. A few minutes later, she dried and dressed in a Nike tennis dress and a pair of matching sneakers.
Lalana grabbed her bag and rushed out the door.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Lisa and Tina were already seated inside the tiny restaurant and looking at the menu by the time Lalana arrived at the famous Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles off Vermont and Manchester. The restaurant, immortalized in many rap songs, was dark and small. But the food was delicious.
"Look what the cat finally dragged in," Lisa said as Lalana slid into a chair closest to the wall. She was wearing large, dark shades.
"What's up with you?" Tina asked. "How was the private show last night?"
"Oh God! Don't even ask."
Lisa held up a hand, "Wait, don't tell me, Logan found out you were just using him to get next to MC ROC and now you feel bad," she said
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