that.”
She sucked her teeth.
“ Don’t make it right.”
He nodded.
“ No, it doesn’t.”
There was a long pause and then Jordin chuckled.
“ You know, I feel like a dude. Like how a dude always says, I might as well have cheated. I mean, I have never even thought about cheating on his stupid ass,” she sassed.
The news shocked Julez, but he tried not to show it.
“ Really?”
She shook her head, sure of her answer.
“ Nope, never.”
Julez stared at her for a long time before responding.
“ Word...? Never?”
Jordin looked up at him and swallowed hard. She had a feeling where this was going; she could hear it in his voice. Her heart rate sped up a bit.
“ No,” she repeated in almost a whisper. Julez found himself reaching over and gently grabbing her chin with his forefinger and thumb, forcing her to look him in the eyes. He smirked lightly and Jordin knew exactly what he was thinking.
“ Never?” He asked one more time, but Jordin couldn’t answer. She allowed her mind to follow his back in time.
“ J, let me know when the doorbell rings. I told Julez to come and pick me up!” Noelle screamed from inside of Jordin’s bathroom. Noelle was getting ready for a date with her new man from the mall, Julez.
“ Here? He’s coming here?” Jordin screeched, her voice rising high in a pitch from the shock and anxiety as she got up off of her bed, closing her book. “Why Noe!”
Jordin could hear Noelle suck her teeth loudly through the bathroom door.
“ Because bitch…what, you want me to get killed by Freckles if that nigga comes to my house? You think I’m crazy?”
Jordin didn’t respond because that was exactly what she thought Noelle was. Crazy. Crazy for going to Vegas with a man that she had just met. A man that she wouldn’t have even known if Jordin hadn’t of hipped her to who Julez was. What was I thinking?
Just then, the ringing of her doorbell broke her thoughts. Jordin let out a loud sigh as she walked out of her bedroom and double stepped down her carpeted staircase toward the front door. At this time she was still sitting pretty in a nice, two bedroom house that Slim had her set up in before he had gotten locked up. It would be a while before she would lose this house that she loved so much.
Jordin looked down at her Victoria’s Secret Pink collection sweatpants and tank top, straightened her ponytail, and took a deep breath before cracking the door open. Julez was standing there looking so fly, so fresh, and so sexy. His car, his clothes, that smile, those waves, his swag, Jordin had to look away.
“ Hello. I’ll go and get Noelle,” she stated quickly about to turn around and head back up the stairs.
Julez furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the pretty girl who stood before him. And then it hit him. He pointed his finger at her and spoke in his deep baritone stopping her in her tracks.
“ Hold up, I know you from somewhere right? You…you came to my spot before.”
Jordin didn’t answer, she had just swallowed hard. He had remembered.
“ Um…yea. I think…I think it was a fight party or something,” Jordin said nonchalantly, but she remembered thoroughly. It was the Mayweather and Gatti fight, a hot Saturday in June of ’05. Julez nodded slowly, not breaking their eye contact.
“ Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I remember. How you been?” There was a hint of solemn in his voice. But his presence was so dominating; Jordin could barely look at him or get her words together. She looked away.
“ I’m fine…”
“ How’s um…Slim, right? Y'all still together?” Jordin could hear something in his voice when he asked, and she just nodded her answer, wanting to get away. Get him away, and get Noelle down here. She didn’t bother telling him that Slim was locked up, figuring that was too much conversation for them to
She sucked her teeth.
“ Don’t make it right.”
He nodded.
“ No, it doesn’t.”
There was a long pause and then Jordin chuckled.
“ You know, I feel like a dude. Like how a dude always says, I might as well have cheated. I mean, I have never even thought about cheating on his stupid ass,” she sassed.
The news shocked Julez, but he tried not to show it.
“ Really?”
She shook her head, sure of her answer.
“ Nope, never.”
Julez stared at her for a long time before responding.
“ Word...? Never?”
Jordin looked up at him and swallowed hard. She had a feeling where this was going; she could hear it in his voice. Her heart rate sped up a bit.
“ No,” she repeated in almost a whisper. Julez found himself reaching over and gently grabbing her chin with his forefinger and thumb, forcing her to look him in the eyes. He smirked lightly and Jordin knew exactly what he was thinking.
“ Never?” He asked one more time, but Jordin couldn’t answer. She allowed her mind to follow his back in time.
“ J, let me know when the doorbell rings. I told Julez to come and pick me up!” Noelle screamed from inside of Jordin’s bathroom. Noelle was getting ready for a date with her new man from the mall, Julez.
“ Here? He’s coming here?” Jordin screeched, her voice rising high in a pitch from the shock and anxiety as she got up off of her bed, closing her book. “Why Noe!”
Jordin could hear Noelle suck her teeth loudly through the bathroom door.
“ Because bitch…what, you want me to get killed by Freckles if that nigga comes to my house? You think I’m crazy?”
Jordin didn’t respond because that was exactly what she thought Noelle was. Crazy. Crazy for going to Vegas with a man that she had just met. A man that she wouldn’t have even known if Jordin hadn’t of hipped her to who Julez was. What was I thinking?
Just then, the ringing of her doorbell broke her thoughts. Jordin let out a loud sigh as she walked out of her bedroom and double stepped down her carpeted staircase toward the front door. At this time she was still sitting pretty in a nice, two bedroom house that Slim had her set up in before he had gotten locked up. It would be a while before she would lose this house that she loved so much.
Jordin looked down at her Victoria’s Secret Pink collection sweatpants and tank top, straightened her ponytail, and took a deep breath before cracking the door open. Julez was standing there looking so fly, so fresh, and so sexy. His car, his clothes, that smile, those waves, his swag, Jordin had to look away.
“ Hello. I’ll go and get Noelle,” she stated quickly about to turn around and head back up the stairs.
Julez furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the pretty girl who stood before him. And then it hit him. He pointed his finger at her and spoke in his deep baritone stopping her in her tracks.
“ Hold up, I know you from somewhere right? You…you came to my spot before.”
Jordin didn’t answer, she had just swallowed hard. He had remembered.
“ Um…yea. I think…I think it was a fight party or something,” Jordin said nonchalantly, but she remembered thoroughly. It was the Mayweather and Gatti fight, a hot Saturday in June of ’05. Julez nodded slowly, not breaking their eye contact.
“ Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I remember. How you been?” There was a hint of solemn in his voice. But his presence was so dominating; Jordin could barely look at him or get her words together. She looked away.
“ I’m fine…”
“ How’s um…Slim, right? Y'all still together?” Jordin could hear something in his voice when he asked, and she just nodded her answer, wanting to get away. Get him away, and get Noelle down here. She didn’t bother telling him that Slim was locked up, figuring that was too much conversation for them to
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