What Hurts the Most

by Tynessa

  Quintez opened the door then nodded his head for me to walk out. I don’t know why I looked over my shoulder because I had a feeling his ass was gonna come out behind me. I hit the remote to unlock my car doors and when we got to my car he opened the door for me. Once I was inside, he just stood there looking. What is up with this guy?

  “So, what’s up?” I asked.

  “Shit, I just wanna apologize for the other night at the club. I don’t know what shawty was on, but that ain’t my girl or nothing like that,” he went on to say. I laughed. Was he serious, right now?

  “Quintez, you don’t have to apologize to me. Why would I be tripping over that? That’s your business.” I continued to laugh. “I don’t even know you and you don’t know me so there’s no need in you explaining shit to little ol’ me,” I said seriously. I mean, I guess I should appreciate him for feeling the need to apologize for that bitch’s behavior but I honestly didn’t give a fuck.

  “I’m just saying, though. Shawty was outta line or whatever. But, anyways, you should let me take you out to dinner tonight or one night you free,” he suggested. I really looked at his ass like he was crazy, then. Nigga looked good but he wasn’t all that.

  “Um, isn’t your girl in there? And the bitch from the club that night—.” He waved me off.

  “Man, that bitch ain’t my damn girl.”

  “That one from the club or the one that’s with you now?” I didn’t even know why I was still entertaining this nigga.

  “Neither one of them hos,” he stated seriously. Disrespectful ass! He better not had let Ms. Jackie hear him calling females out their names.

  “Yeah, whatever. Thanks but no thanks on the dinner. You may not care about your bitches but I have a nigga that I care about,” I said as I tried to close my door but he grabbed it, preventing me from doing so. “Come on now. Get back in there to your girl.”

  “But ya nigga ain’t here,” he stated the obvious. I just shook my head. Whether Kacey was here or not, he was still mine and I let Quintez know that.

  “It don’t matter! He still my dude and I’m not cheating or going out on dinner dates and shit behind his back.” This time I did close the door in his damn face. I was so sick of folks throwing up the fact that Kacey was locked up in my damn face. I didn’t give a fuck! I was still going to hold my man down. Being that Quintez had just gotten out of jail he should have understood that.

  As I drove out the parking lot, I watched Quintez in my rearview mirror. He was just standing there watching my car. Lord, give me the power to fight this temptation, I prayed.

  Chapter 7

  Street Nigga!

  Jay’vion

  Cruising around the hood, I picked my phone up out the cup holder, and because I knew the ringtone, I sent the caller to the voicemail. Not even a minute later, the damn phone was ringing again.

  “Got-damn, Asia,” I cursed out loud as I hit the steering wheel. This was Asia’s fourth damn time calling in the past two minutes. I already told her ass once, if I didn’t answer the first two times then that means I’m busy. “Fuck, man!” Her ass was calling right back and this time I answered.

  “Yo?” I tried not to sound frustrated. This shit better had been fucking important for her ass to be calling like she ain’t have no damn sense.

  “So, you didn’t see me blowing up yo’ damn phone, Jay’vion?” she asked with an attitude. I blew out a frustrated breath as I shook my head. This that bullshit I hate, man.

  “Yeah, I saw you calling me but I also told yo’ mothafuckin’ ass that if I didn’t answer the first two times then I was busy. But yo’ impatient ass couldn’t wait for me to call you back,” I fussed.

  “Man, what the fuck ever, Jay! Yo’ black ass probably be doing something you ain’t got no business doing, like always.”

  “Bae, don’t start all that shit. I already done told you, it’s all about you. A nigga ain’t even thinking about these hos. I ain’t trying to fuck up what we have for these thirsty, nothing ass bitches out here. You know I love you and I’m sorry for not answering the call for you. I was handling some important business but I was just about to call you back,” I let her know. I really did love, Asia. A nigga just had fucked up ways.

  “Yeah, okay. That’s what yo’ mouth says but your actions speak something totally different. Anyways, I was calling because I’m stuck on side of the road and—” she started but I cut her off. Couldn’t have my baby sitting on side of the road; I ain’t give a fuck what I was doing.

  “Sitting on the side of the road for what?” I asked.

  “I got a fucking flat tire.”

  “You didn’t call Tan?” I then asked. I was going where she was regardless, but I asked because I didn’t want her sitting there by herself until I got there. I felt like shit right now for not answering the phone for her while she was stranded.

  “Yeah, but she didn’t answer. Are you coming?”

  Fuck kind of question is that?

  “Hell yeah, I’m coming. Where you at?” After Asia told me where she was I let her know I was going to call her right back once I wrapped up the little shit I was doing and it wasn’t going to take long. I had to hurry up and get to my baby. Me or my team didn’t have enemies but you never knew when a mothafucka’ was feeling salty about something, so I had to protect what was mines.

  “Get the fuck up! I’m about to drop yo’ ass off.” I pulled Stacy’s mouth off my dick by her ponytail. Stacy and I had been fucking around for about seven or eight months now. She was a cool chick that gives amazing ass head. Her pussy was just okay, though. A nigga didn’t have to have that shit, but, however, sometimes I had no other choice but to get it. She was one of those I do you, you do me type chicks; and a nigga wasn’t about to eat her pussy, so I was always forced to dick her down.

  “Yeah, I heard and I’m feeling some type of way about the shit you was spitting about thirsty ass hos and bitches. Do you feel that way about me too?” she asked. Hell yeah, I do! What made her think I would feel any different about her than the rest of the bitches I fucked with that weren’t Asia!?

  “Man, where you wanna get dropped off at?” I asked her instead of answering her dumb ass question.

  “Home and answer my question.”

  “Man, go ‘head on with that bullshit. I’m not trying to go there with yo’ ass, damn. Why you listening to my phone conversation anyways? Yo’ ass supposed to have been sucking my dick; not listening to what me and my girl was talking about. But to answer your question, yeah I do think that.” Stacy ass was starting to piss me all the way off. Every time I talked to Asia around her, she got in her fucking feelings.

  “Nigga, what the fuck!? It’s all about her and you ain’t thinking about us thirsty ass hos or letting us nothing ass bitches fuck up what y’all got going on? Nigga you ain’t gotta worry about ‘US’ fucking shit up with y’all because you doing a good ass job on doing that by your damn self. She means so much to you but you cheat on her every chance you get. Get the fuck up outta here. If that’s love, my ass can do without.”

  I couldn’t say shit because she was right. How could I scream ‘I love Asia’ when I was continuously cheating on her with the same thirsty and nothing ass hos I was constantly stressing I didn’t want? Fucked up part about it was, I really did love her. She was my heart and more. It was just a nigga was lost in this street life. Being a street nigga came with consequences and getting pussy was one. With the street credibility that me, my li’l brother, and the rest of our team had, we got pussy thrown at us on a daily basis and with my fucked up ways, I wasn’t turning that shit down and I seriously doubted those nigga were either.

  “Man, just get the fuck up out my shit ‘cause I ain’t trying to hear shit you have to say right now. Every time my girl call, yo’ ass wanna go crying and shit. What, you mad because you ain’t her or something?” I bellowed as we pulled up to her house.

  “Why the fuck would I want to be her? I can find a nigga that cheats and dog my a
ss out anywhere. No thanks! I’m fine with being Stacy.”

  I swear, if I hit females I would have laid this bitch out right then. She talked too fucking much. I ain’t have time for no reckless talking ass bitch. Asia’s mouth was enough.

  “Get the fuck out before you make me kick your ass out here, and I don’t even hit women,” I warned her stupid ass.

  “Baby, I’m telling you right now; I ain’t worried about you laying a finger on me. Just take yo’ cheating ass on home to your girl.” She got out, slamming the door behind her. I let down the window.

  “But yo’ funky ass ain’t gotta worry about me cheating on her with you again, bitch!” I yelled out, harshly. She just threw her middle finger up and kept walking.

  “Bad pussy having ass, bitch,” I mumbled as I sped off, heading to my baby. Stacy had a nigga beyond pissed. I know, I said it before, but my ass was through with that funky pussy ass ho. Fuck her! Bitch wanna call me out on my shit when she be steady calling a nigga over to her crib to fuck, all the while knowing I have a girl at home. Her ass was just as guilty as me, encouraging me to cheat on Asia and shit. But not no more. I was done with her ass!

  I pulled up behind Asia’s car and got out but before I could make it to the driver side door, she jumped out with the phone up to her ear.

  “Damn, about time, nigga. What the fuck took you so got-damn long?” she asked.

  “I told you I had to wrap shit up. You didn’t want me to leave my dope and shit laying out did you?” I asked as I reached inside and popped her trunk.

  “Hell yeah! I don’t give a fuck about that shit. My ass was stranded and scared. Then it’s starting to get dark and mothafuckas stopping asking if I needed help and shit. I started to get one of them niggas to change my shit for me, since you wanna take all day and shit,” she fussed. I stopped doing what I was doing and just stared at her ass.

  “Yeah and for yours and that nigga’s sake, you lucky you didn’t.” I pulled the jack and her spare tire out. Asia, knew better than to have one of these fuck niggas helping her when she knew I was coming. I don’t give a fuck how long it took me, I wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet in a mothafucka’s head.

  “Whatever! You about to change it? I thought maybe you would call the tow truck or something.”

  “Nah, I got it. Fuck them!” I said. I don’t know why, but Stacy still had my ass pissed off.

  “What?” she sang out. “I gotta see this shit. Tan, bae about to change my tire for me. I’m gon’ take a picture and send it to you,” she laughed before hanging up the phone. I hadn’t changed a tire in a long as time but that didn’t mean a nigga had forgot. Asia’s crazy ass started taking pictures and shit.

  “Man, chill the fuck out,” I said while shanking my head.

  “Jay’vion, you sure you know what you doing?” she asked with much concern in her voice.

  “Girl, sit back and watch yo’ man work. I might be a street nigga but I know how to change a damn tire, if nothing else.” She just laughed and got inside my car to watch. When I was done and had put up all her shit, she got out my car.

  “What’s wrong with you?” I asked because she had a damn mug on her face. Ungrateful ass!

  “Why does it smell like a bitch in your car?” she asked me. Man, here we go, again.

  “What the fuck is you talking about, now? My damn car don’t smell like no ho, but if it does then it’s probably because I let Lo girl drive it to the corner store,” I lied.

  “A’ight, make me kick yo’ ass. I’m the only bitch that drives yo’ shit.”

  “Man, bae, she just went to the store. We had to count money and Lo car is in the shop,” I tried explaining but Asia wasn’t trying to hear shit I had to say. I didn’t blame her because they were all lies and she knew that. I didn’t know how, but her ass could always see right through me.

  “Please don’t get fucked up, Jay’vion,” was all she said as she tried walking to her car but I pulled her back into my arms.

  “Bae, don’t be mad. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that I don’t want anyone but you. Come on, let’s get home, fuck, and go out to dinner.” I kissed her on the lips. My ass was horny and hungry as fuck and right now I just wanted to lay up in my girl’s pussy.

  Chapter 8

  I’m Cool, You Cool, We’re Cool!

  Quintez

  While chilling with Grisela’s ass, my mind was elsewhere. On Tan, to be exact. I hadn’t seen her since she drove off from me at her job damn near a week ago. I don’t know why, but li’l mama had a nigga wanting her in the worst way. Her ass was challenging and that shit was sexy as hell. I never had to work so hard for a fucking conversation in my life. I mean, I know I wasn’t no ugly ass nigga, but her ass was making yo’ boy have low self-esteem and shit. That bitch was dead ass serious about holding that nigga down because she wouldn’t give my ass the time of day.

  “Tez, your phone is going off,” Grisela yelled out as I was walking out the bathroom.

  I met her at my welcome home party at the club—the same night, Bree, threw salt in my game when I was trying to get Tan to open up to me. Though I ended up taking Bree home with me that night, it didn’t stop me from getting Grisela’s number.

  Grisela was Spanish and Black with a fat ass. I’m an ass man and as fucked up as it is to say, that was the first thing I noticed on a chick. She had to have a big booty. Anyways, me and Grisela had been chilling hard since that night, but I let her know on a regular that I was not looking for a relationship or ready to commit to anyone. I didn’t want or need any confusion.

  Bree was on her bullshit, thinking a nigga was gon’ be with her when I gave her no reason to believe that. I let her dumb ass know on a daily basis also that we were just cool. I just did a four year bid, so why would I get out and wife a bitch up? And if I did, it definitely wouldn’t be her ho ass, anyways.

  “Yo?” I answered my phone.

  “Yo, what’s up bro? What you got going on?” Jay’vion asked me. I already knew why he was calling so I began putting on my shoes.

  “Shit, chilling. You already done left yo’ house?” I asked him as I grabbed my wife beater and threw it on. Picking up my keys, I went and stood by the front door. All the while, Grisela was looking at me through narrowed eyes.

  Looking at nothing in particular on the wall, I ignored her ass and refused to look her way. Lately she’d been getting all upset when I’d left her side. Being that we’d been spending damn near every day together since we met, I was under the impression that she had it in her head that she was my main bitch. I really hoped not; if so, I was gon’ have to bring her down a notch and remind her that we’re just cool.

  “Yeah, I’m headed to yo’ crib now. I’ll be there in a few,” Jay informed me.

  “A’ight, I’m about to head that way now. If you get there before me then go ahead and let yourself in.” I knew without a doubt that he would get there before me ‘cause he didn’t live too far. Now, Grisela lived on the other side of town, at least forty minutes away.

  “A’ight, one.” Jay ended the call. Not a second after I took the phone from my ear, Grisela, got on her bullshit.

  “So you not staying the night?” she asked with her hands on her hips as she stood in my face. Placing my hands over hers, I eased her back.

  “Nah, not tonight,” I said nonchalantly as I looked down at my cell phone.

  “Why do you have to leave, anyways? I’m going to be bored here by myself,” she whined. I didn’t even feel like going through this shit with her today. I knew it was going to be a matter of time before I cut her ass off, completely.

  “Man, I have to handle something with my brother. It might be late when we get done, so I’m just gon’ go on home,” I responded.

  “That hasn’t stopped you before. Just call me and I’ll get up and let you in.”

  Damn, she’s irritating as fuck. Blowing out a frustrated breath, I rolled my eyes upwards. I wasn’t even trying to be discreet with it, eit
her. Shit, to be honest, I thought maybe if she saw it, she would tell my ass not to come back, but nah, she continued to beg.

  “A’ight, man. Let me go handle this shit with him and I’ll be back in about two hours,” I lied. Her dumb ass was satisfied with that. Man, these hos too damn clingy, nowadays. Bree didn’t even nag a nigga that much when we were together, so it was taking me by surprise seeing her act out the ways she was.

  “Okay, well I’m about to start on dinner for us. Anything specific you have a taste for?”

  “Nah, just cook whatever you like. I’ll be back.” With that, I opened the front door and left. I didn’t even feel bad for lying to her. I tried to tell her I wasn’t coming back but she didn’t want to hear it, so oh fucking well.

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  Pulling up to my house, I noticed my brother was already there. I parked my car in the garage and headed inside. His ass was laid back on the couch, watching TV, smoking a Blunt with a Budweiser in his hand.

  “Damn, my nigga, I don’t have to tell yo’ ass to make yo’ self at home. And get yo’ dusty, ran over ass shoes off my fucking couch.” I knocked his feet off and took a seat. I didn’t know what that nigga did at his crib but I had a no shoes on the couch rule at my house. I wasn’t no high maintenance ass nigga but I did like to take care of my shit.

  “Nigga, you got me fucked up. When have you ever known me to rock dusty shoes that’s ran over? Never!” he said then took a sip of his beer. “And you right, you don’t have to tell me to make myself comfortable. I was making myself at home in this bitch the whole four years you were gone. This was my home away from home.” He smacked me on the back of the head playfully, but a little too hard for my liking.