cashier who is butch, licks his black-smoked-out lips and says, “Look, the white meat gonna be a few minutes, and I got a break comin’ up in a sec, so let me holla at you before you leave right quick.”
Miss Tyrone turns around and grins at me like she just nailed Trey Songz.
“I’ma go check on Dayshawn,” I say. “But don’t be all day runnin’ your mouth. I got a lot of shit on my mind and I need to go to the hotel to think things through.”
When I turn to leave, the little lady behind me pushes her way to the front so I trip her. Don’t worry, she ain’t fall. Just stares at me and walks her cotton ball head ass to the front of the line.
“I’ll be out in a minute, mother Wayne. Tell Dayshawn I love him.” He says being as fake as Gucci spelled with an O.
The more I hang around Tyrone, the more I’m starting to hate him.
Once at the car I see Dayshawn leaning against it, smoking a cigarette. You can tell she’s been crying because she keeps wiping her tears.
“You got one for me?” I ask.
He gives me one and I fire it up and lean on the car next to him. A little dirt creeps onto my black jeans and I wipe it away.
“What happened? That’s his new bitch or somethin’? ‘Cause if it is, he needs to take her ass to the salon to get her lace front touched up. That shit look like somebody came on her forehead and let it dry up.”
He smiles but more tears roll down his face. She wipes them away. See the thing about Miss Dayshawn is this…whenever she’s upset, she can never let herself cry. She’ll just change her facial expression and rock back and forth in place. You have to figure out what she means based on that.
“Look, if it’s meant to be it will be. But until then, you gotta do you. Anyway she ain’t got nothin’ over you, Day. You know that.”
When he drops his cigarette and smashes it on the ground he hugs me. I know he’s feeling a little better, for now anyway.
We’re in the car for thirty minutes and I was on my way inside to gut punch Miss Tyrone’s freak ass, when she comes out smiling from ear to ear. The Popeye’s bag in her hand is half crumbled and holey.
“I’m Ready!” she sings moving into the passenger seat adjusting her blue Chinese cut wig. “You alright, Day?”
“Fuck all that! What took you so long?” I ask.
“What you think?” she grins tugging at her jeans.
“I know you didn’t do what I think you just did.”
“And what was that?”
“Let that nigga get his ashy dick wet.”
“And what if I did?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you? ‘Cause I know you ain’t got no condom on you to be servin’ niggas today.”
“He don’t look like he got nothin’. Plus ain’t nothin’ gonna happen to me. Hell, with all the niggas I fucked in my life and I still ain’t got that shit? Trust me, I’m good.”
I heard about Miss Tyrone being a Bug Chaser, someone who had raw sex so they could catch HIV. I never believed it back then, but I’m starting to believe it now.
“Look how you sound!”
“I sound real.”
“Oh really… well does Miss Daffany look positive?”
For the first time since seeing Dell with another woman Miss Dayshawn speaks. “Daffany’s HIV positive?!”
I was sorry the moment the words left my mouth. Miss Daffany’s secret was kept under wraps until now. And with Miss Tyrone knowing about her condition, I was sure the whole neighborhood would find out before long, it was just a matter of time.
“Daffany sick?” Tyrone asks.
“What, you didn’t know?” I ask sarcastically. “Since you seem to believe you can tell who got what just by lookin’ at ‘em.”
Miss Tyrone stares out ahead and says, “Well I think he was safe. I’m not too good with guessin’ when it comes to fish since I don’t fuck ‘em no more. I had fun with him and he could fuck. After it was over, he gave me my money back plus my chicken dinner with biscuits!”
“So you fuckin’ for chicken now?” I pause. “And you don’t think that’s stupid?
Miss Tyrone turns around and grins at me like she just nailed Trey Songz.
“I’ma go check on Dayshawn,” I say. “But don’t be all day runnin’ your mouth. I got a lot of shit on my mind and I need to go to the hotel to think things through.”
When I turn to leave, the little lady behind me pushes her way to the front so I trip her. Don’t worry, she ain’t fall. Just stares at me and walks her cotton ball head ass to the front of the line.
“I’ll be out in a minute, mother Wayne. Tell Dayshawn I love him.” He says being as fake as Gucci spelled with an O.
The more I hang around Tyrone, the more I’m starting to hate him.
Once at the car I see Dayshawn leaning against it, smoking a cigarette. You can tell she’s been crying because she keeps wiping her tears.
“You got one for me?” I ask.
He gives me one and I fire it up and lean on the car next to him. A little dirt creeps onto my black jeans and I wipe it away.
“What happened? That’s his new bitch or somethin’? ‘Cause if it is, he needs to take her ass to the salon to get her lace front touched up. That shit look like somebody came on her forehead and let it dry up.”
He smiles but more tears roll down his face. She wipes them away. See the thing about Miss Dayshawn is this…whenever she’s upset, she can never let herself cry. She’ll just change her facial expression and rock back and forth in place. You have to figure out what she means based on that.
“Look, if it’s meant to be it will be. But until then, you gotta do you. Anyway she ain’t got nothin’ over you, Day. You know that.”
When he drops his cigarette and smashes it on the ground he hugs me. I know he’s feeling a little better, for now anyway.
We’re in the car for thirty minutes and I was on my way inside to gut punch Miss Tyrone’s freak ass, when she comes out smiling from ear to ear. The Popeye’s bag in her hand is half crumbled and holey.
“I’m Ready!” she sings moving into the passenger seat adjusting her blue Chinese cut wig. “You alright, Day?”
“Fuck all that! What took you so long?” I ask.
“What you think?” she grins tugging at her jeans.
“I know you didn’t do what I think you just did.”
“And what was that?”
“Let that nigga get his ashy dick wet.”
“And what if I did?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you? ‘Cause I know you ain’t got no condom on you to be servin’ niggas today.”
“He don’t look like he got nothin’. Plus ain’t nothin’ gonna happen to me. Hell, with all the niggas I fucked in my life and I still ain’t got that shit? Trust me, I’m good.”
I heard about Miss Tyrone being a Bug Chaser, someone who had raw sex so they could catch HIV. I never believed it back then, but I’m starting to believe it now.
“Look how you sound!”
“I sound real.”
“Oh really… well does Miss Daffany look positive?”
For the first time since seeing Dell with another woman Miss Dayshawn speaks. “Daffany’s HIV positive?!”
I was sorry the moment the words left my mouth. Miss Daffany’s secret was kept under wraps until now. And with Miss Tyrone knowing about her condition, I was sure the whole neighborhood would find out before long, it was just a matter of time.
“Daffany sick?” Tyrone asks.
“What, you didn’t know?” I ask sarcastically. “Since you seem to believe you can tell who got what just by lookin’ at ‘em.”
Miss Tyrone stares out ahead and says, “Well I think he was safe. I’m not too good with guessin’ when it comes to fish since I don’t fuck ‘em no more. I had fun with him and he could fuck. After it was over, he gave me my money back plus my chicken dinner with biscuits!”
“So you fuckin’ for chicken now?” I pause. “And you don’t think that’s stupid?
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