picked up on the third ring, but the background was helluva noisy with honking car horns, heavy winds and even a siren. “What’s the emergency, Ferbz?”
If I wasn’t so pissed at him, I would count the deep concern in his voice as something genuine.
“I’m gonna cut your fucking promiscuous dick off, that’s the emergency!”
There was a long pause, then, “Oh shit.”
“‘Oh shit’ is right, you—”
“Hello? Sa-sassy?…Can’t hear you…very well! Might wanna…call back?”
This fucker was trying to play me. Did he really think I was that dumb?
“I know you can hear me, you lying sod!”
As he started laughing down the line, I fought to hold back a smile.
No. No smiling. I was supposed to be mad at him.
“Listen, Sassy, I’m sittin’ at a stoplight and I don’t wanna get a ticket.” he said. “So I’m turnin’ around and heading back to your place so you can yell at me to my face, okay? Be out at your gate.”
The line went dead.
No! I couldn’t be mad to his face! Could I be a shouty hothead over the phone? Sure. But to his face? I would just melt into a human puddle.
Jesus, why did I call him?
Now with the knowledge he was on his way here, my palms all of sudden got clammy, and my heart was thudding loud in my ears. I contemplated leaving before he arrived, or ringing to tell him to turn back. But wasn’t this what I always wanted? His attention? I needed to stop acting like a fucking teenager. Seriously. He was just another human being. Like me. No big deal. No big deal.
Growing a pair, I directed my steps towards the gate.
“Miss Day?” I heard Thomas call out to me from the doorway.
“It’s okay, Thomas,” I called back. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Realizing I was missing the LV belt-purse I’d planned on wearing with this outfit, which also had my gate remote in it, I stopped and asked Thomas to go fetch it for me.
I was dressed in a savagely cut-up black, sleeveless tee that showed off a lot of skin and my tats, pencil jeans, and a new pair of black Jordans.
When Thomas returned with my belt-purse a few short minutes later, I latched it around my waist, opened the gate with the remote, and went outside to lean on the right column, waiting for Jahleel.
Well, haven’t I been doing this for a while? Waiting for Jahleel? Yep. Five years.
This meaningless wait, however, was different; this time, I was actually sure he was coming to me.
The loud zinging from a distance reminded me of the quietness and seclusion of my neighbourhood. My neighbours sure as hell wouldn’t be tolerable of this obnoxious noise on a daily basis, now that Ferbie had a bike and all.
As the noise drew closer and closer, my heart beat faster. When Jahleel turned the corner at the end of my street, my heart collapsed altogether.
Get yourself together, Kia .
Inexplicably, a surprising calm instantly came over me as Jahleel reached my gate and shut off his bike. Kicking down the stand, he threw his leg over the bike, pulled off his helmet and hooked it on the handle.
His thick, brown hair bounced back into perfect loose waves as though nothing at all could ever perturb its perfection—not a helmet, not gravity, not winds or rain, nothing. But Jahleel raked his fingers through it nonetheless, seemingly unaware of how to-die-for his hair was.
Still leaning against the gate column, I must’ve looked like an enraged baddie to him with my arms crossed, when in reality I was a drooling mess depending on the column for support.
Causal as usual, he wore dark denims, a grey tee with the number 69 in bold red on the front, and black Timberlands. His gold irises seemed almost paranormal under the glare of the afternoon sun.
Reaching into his back pocket, he took out a small box of Sun Maid raisins and tossed some in his mouth, chewing like a kid with his candy. Leaning back on his bike, he crossed his legs at the ankles, crossed his arms and pinned me with his stare.
Can I just walk up to him
If I wasn’t so pissed at him, I would count the deep concern in his voice as something genuine.
“I’m gonna cut your fucking promiscuous dick off, that’s the emergency!”
There was a long pause, then, “Oh shit.”
“‘Oh shit’ is right, you—”
“Hello? Sa-sassy?…Can’t hear you…very well! Might wanna…call back?”
This fucker was trying to play me. Did he really think I was that dumb?
“I know you can hear me, you lying sod!”
As he started laughing down the line, I fought to hold back a smile.
No. No smiling. I was supposed to be mad at him.
“Listen, Sassy, I’m sittin’ at a stoplight and I don’t wanna get a ticket.” he said. “So I’m turnin’ around and heading back to your place so you can yell at me to my face, okay? Be out at your gate.”
The line went dead.
No! I couldn’t be mad to his face! Could I be a shouty hothead over the phone? Sure. But to his face? I would just melt into a human puddle.
Jesus, why did I call him?
Now with the knowledge he was on his way here, my palms all of sudden got clammy, and my heart was thudding loud in my ears. I contemplated leaving before he arrived, or ringing to tell him to turn back. But wasn’t this what I always wanted? His attention? I needed to stop acting like a fucking teenager. Seriously. He was just another human being. Like me. No big deal. No big deal.
Growing a pair, I directed my steps towards the gate.
“Miss Day?” I heard Thomas call out to me from the doorway.
“It’s okay, Thomas,” I called back. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Realizing I was missing the LV belt-purse I’d planned on wearing with this outfit, which also had my gate remote in it, I stopped and asked Thomas to go fetch it for me.
I was dressed in a savagely cut-up black, sleeveless tee that showed off a lot of skin and my tats, pencil jeans, and a new pair of black Jordans.
When Thomas returned with my belt-purse a few short minutes later, I latched it around my waist, opened the gate with the remote, and went outside to lean on the right column, waiting for Jahleel.
Well, haven’t I been doing this for a while? Waiting for Jahleel? Yep. Five years.
This meaningless wait, however, was different; this time, I was actually sure he was coming to me.
The loud zinging from a distance reminded me of the quietness and seclusion of my neighbourhood. My neighbours sure as hell wouldn’t be tolerable of this obnoxious noise on a daily basis, now that Ferbie had a bike and all.
As the noise drew closer and closer, my heart beat faster. When Jahleel turned the corner at the end of my street, my heart collapsed altogether.
Get yourself together, Kia .
Inexplicably, a surprising calm instantly came over me as Jahleel reached my gate and shut off his bike. Kicking down the stand, he threw his leg over the bike, pulled off his helmet and hooked it on the handle.
His thick, brown hair bounced back into perfect loose waves as though nothing at all could ever perturb its perfection—not a helmet, not gravity, not winds or rain, nothing. But Jahleel raked his fingers through it nonetheless, seemingly unaware of how to-die-for his hair was.
Still leaning against the gate column, I must’ve looked like an enraged baddie to him with my arms crossed, when in reality I was a drooling mess depending on the column for support.
Causal as usual, he wore dark denims, a grey tee with the number 69 in bold red on the front, and black Timberlands. His gold irises seemed almost paranormal under the glare of the afternoon sun.
Reaching into his back pocket, he took out a small box of Sun Maid raisins and tossed some in his mouth, chewing like a kid with his candy. Leaning back on his bike, he crossed his legs at the ankles, crossed his arms and pinned me with his stare.
Can I just walk up to him
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