The Diary of a Side Chick 4: A Naptown Hood Drama (Side Chick Diaries)

by Tamicka Higgins

  “Yeah,” Tron said, thinking about Desirae and how she had been actin’ toward him. Now her own best friend was in his office and suckin’ on his dick. “Suck that dick,” Tron said, rubbing Reese’s head. “Just suck on it…yeah.”

  Chapter 6

  After Desirae got off the phone with her father, she took a little time to herself. About an hour or so later, she was up and moving about her apartment. She pulled stuff out of cabinets and cleared out closets so that she could pack things up before the last minute. Later that afternoon, she realized she needed to make a trip to the store. Desirae threw on some clothes and headed to the closest Walmart.

  Inside, Desirae grabbed a shopping cart and casually looked around the store for this and that. As she was heading out of the store, after checking out, she noticed that Tron’s old chick, Shawna, was coming out of the doors at the other end of the building. In fact, she was even walking toward the very same parking aisle as Desirae. It really is a small world, no matter where you live.

  Desirae forced a smile, realizing that there was no point in getting into it with Shawna in the parking lot of a Walmart. She had already been embarrassed at Clarkes, then made to look like a fool up at Honeys East. She just couldn’t keep doing that to herself, no matter how shitty she felt or how Tron treated her.

  Shawna looked at Desirae. The two said hey as they came to the same parking aisle.

  “How you been?” Shawna asked, deciding to be the bigger, more mature person. Even though she and Desirae had sort of come together to jump on Tron’s ass that one time at the townhouse, she still had somewhat of a guard up when it came to this chick Desirae.

  “Oh, I’m okay,” Desirae said, not even really trying to make eye contact. “Just doin’ me and shit now, you know?”

  “Yeah,” Shawna said, nodding her head. “I understand what you mean.”

  “I can’t believe what that nigga did to me…to us,” Desirae said, shaking her head. “I swear, these niggas don’t be no good. None of them.”

  “Yeah,” Shawna said. She then started to think about how good of a lie Tron had kept going. And how he had kept it going for so long. “You just never really know, do you?”

  “Have you talked to him?” Desirae asked. The two of them were walking up to the rear of her car. “I mean, do you talk to him?”

  “I ain’t got shit I need to say to Tron,” Shawna let Desirae know. “I saw him yesterday, but that was only because he called me, askin’ me if I would come over to see his daughter while she was here. And I only did that because that little girl is so sweet, I just ain’t wanna let her down.”

  “Yeah, she did seem like a nice little girl,” Desirae said. “I met her yesterday, myself.”

  “Oh, really?” Shawna asked. “I didn’t know that he had you come over there to meet his daughter. Okay.”

  “Well,” Desirae said. “That’s not really how it all happened. I was on my way home from the doctor and he was ignorin’ my calls and my texts and shit. I got about halfway home and decided to turn my ass around and see if he was at home cause I really needed to talk to him. He was outside playin’ with his little girl, so that’s how I met her.”

  Shawna nodded and glanced at Desirae’s stomach. “Okay,” she said. “I see.”

  “Look,” Desirae said, softly. “I know you don’t really know me, and you probably don’t want to because of how we met and all, but I’m kinda feelin’ bad that I fell for this shit. I can’t believe that I was coo with just bein’ a nigga’s side chick and now I’m the one who is gon’ have to take care of these babies.”

  “Babies?” Shawna said, noticing that Desirae had used the plural form of the word. “You pregnant with more than one?”

  Desirae nodded, glancing away. “Yeah,” she said. “That’s what I found out yesterday, and that was what I was wanting to tell Tron. I found out that I was pregnant with twins.”

  “Oh, wow,” Shawna said. “Damn. Well, congratulations.”

  “Yeah, thanks,” Desirae said, totally unenthused.

  Shawna then thought of Tron, as she got really comfortable out in this Walmart parking lot. “So, what did Tron have to say about that, if you don’t mind me askin’?” she asked.

  “What don’t he think?” Desirae responded, in a rhetorical sense. “That nigga think that I was out there fuckin’ around and shit. He was sayin’ some shit like he want a paternity test or somethin’ to even know if I am really pregnant by his ass or not.”

  Shawna shook her head. “That don’t make no damn sense,” she said. The idea to ask Desirae about birth control popped into her mind, but she decided to not bring it up. In fact, she even went so far as deciding that whatever Desirae’s response would be about birth control would be totally irrelevant. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

  Desirae looked at Shawna, now finding a way to respect her feelings about this entire situation. “Sure,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “What is it?”

  “If you knew that Tron belonged to someone and even lived with her and all that, why did you think bein’ his girlfriend on the side was okay?” Shawna asked. As she asked this question, she was also thinking of Ms. Susan and her love interest, for lack of a better phrase, that lived down the highway in Ohio. “I mean, why do women think that that is okay? I just want to know. I’m not mad, at you, anyway, at this point. I just want to know.”

  Desirae pushed her cart between her car and the car next to her then leaned against the trunk. “Well,” she explained, not even really knowing the answer to that question herself. “I don’t know. I mean…I guess you think that maybe one day he is gonna choose you or somethin’. Maybe you think that you’ll just be okay if you don’t get too attached. Then, next thing you know, you are attached and you feel like you just as much of a girlfriend as the chick he had first. But, I don’t really know how to explain it to you. I mean… every chick is different, probably. And I guess that I probably thought that fuckin’ around with him on the side wasn’t as bad because the nigga wasn’t married.”

  Shawna nodded, finding what Desirae was saying to her interesting. “So,” Shawna asked, “Is Tron talking about being involved and stuff? Are you sure that you even want to be bothered with him after all of this?”

  “Hell naw, I don’t wanna be bothered with his ass,” Desirae said. “But, I’mma have to be, I guess. I mean, I can’t take care of these two babies on my own, especially now. Ain’t like I got no job or nothin’ so that I can take care of them on my own. Shit, I’m movin’ back in with my mama this weekend so I don’t run through what little money I do got.”

  “I feel you on that,” Shawna said.

  “Now, let me ask you somethin’,” Desirae said. “Do Tron take care of his daughter, Ebony, or whatever her name is? Do he do for her like a man supposed to do for his kids?”

  Shawna thought about it for a second. “I mean…” she started. “He do and he don’t. Ever since I had been with him, he always stayed on top of that child support. So, I know that that will not be a problem. I think his problem is prolly gonna be more-so with spending time with the child, or children, I should say. I mean, the girl came up sometimes to stay with us, but not as much as you would think.”

  “Hmm,” Desirae said. “Okay, thanks for tellin’ me.”

  “Did you even know that he had a daughter?” Shawna asked. She now wanted to know a little more about what Tron had told her while she was in a relationship with him. “I mean, did he ever even bring her up to you since the two of you were just fuckin’ around on the side?”

  Desirae paused for a second while she thought of what she was going to say. “Yes and no,” she answered. “I mean, Tron kept so many lies going, as you very well know at this point. I don’t even know what to believe out of his mouth anymore. At first, he told me that he owned a restaurant. Next thing you know, I’m seein’ his ass on the television, on the news and shit because something done went down at the strip club where he the fuckin’ owner. I think I prolly tol
d you some of this after we got in our little thing.”

  “Yeah, you did a little,” Shawna said. “But, I mean, did you know that he had a daughter?”

  Desirae nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “He mentioned it. But with how his ass is treatin’ me right now, I don’t know how this is going to work out for me.”

  Shawna nodded, not saying anything. After all, she really did not have much to say. While she sympathized, in a way, with Desirae because she was another young black woman just like her, she could only feel so much for her because she was fucking around with a man that she knew did not belong to her. Shawna looked at Desirae’s stomach, knowing that she was now going to pay the price for being the side chick.

  Desirae popped her trunk and began to load the things she’d gotten into her car. It was not really all that cold outside, but every so often the wind would blow a little too hard for her.

  “Well, I betta go on,” Desirae said. “I’m in the process of movin’ and got a lotta shit that I gotta do between now and Friday. I’m sure you know how that is.”

  “Okay,” Shawna said, knowing that the next time she probably saw Desirae , she would probably be almost as big as a house or she would have two little kids following behind her. “Tron ain’t no good,” she added, trying to comfort Desirae in a strange way. “Don’t think that you the only one that he out there doin’ wrong. I was with him for years, and we even lived together. And just think about how he kept a lie up and going for so long, to both of us.”

  Desirae looked back at Shawna. Little snowflakes blew across her face. “Yeah,” she said, her words full of regret. “That’s one way to look at it. Now, though, he tellin’ me that he don’t know if I’m even pregnant by him and that I did this shit on purpose and that I was just somethin’ to fuck and, you know.”

  Shawna looked at Desirae, knowing that she was looking at what could have only been described as hoe in distress. She felt sorry for her in one way, but could not feel for her in another. The two said goodbye, and Shawna walked to her car.

  Desirae finished putting her things into her trunk then hurried to get into the car. Once she started her car, she took a moment to think. “This city is so damn small,” she said to herself as she thought about the fact that she’d run into Tron’s woman.

  As Desirae drove back home, she began to feel overwhelmed by her situation. What made this feeling even worse was the fact that Tron seemed to be getting off rather easy from the situation. Desirae tried to not think about it. She tried to not let it get her riled up. However, by the time she got home, she was really in her feelings. How could a man do a chick that looked so good so wrong?

  When Desirae got back into her apartment, she knew exactly what she could do that would really get Tron to see her. She thought about how her father had offered to come down to Indianapolis on Friday and help her with moving back into her mother’s house. Desirae smiled, as she thought about Tron being surprised to meet her father. “Oh, Daddy,” Desirae said, to herself, smirking. She already knew just how her father would act toward Tron if he so much as said a word that was out of line to his daughter. Desirae pulled her phone out of her pocket and texted Tron, asking him what time on Friday he could come over.

  ***

  Tron wound up having to sit down in his chair so he could let Reese do her thing. She sucked his dick like there was no tomorrow. And there was something about her throat – or maybe there was something about getting in it since Reese had been Desirae’s best friend – that drove Tron crazy. He was even able to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow it, with him having to pull her head up off of his dick once it had gotten to the point where it was too sensitive.

  Tron traded phone numbers with Reese before she left and went on wherever she was going. He was really feeling himself, liking that Reese gave him less mouth and bitchiness than Desirae did. Reese actually seemed like a cool chick that would go along with the program and not cause any problem. Now, however, Tron would enjoy having this little secret that Desirae did not know about.

  Later on that night, after the club was clearing out and the girls were heading out to their cars or to get picked up by their rides, Tyrese came walking up to Tron.

  “Nigga, you foul,” he said. The two had not had much time for most of the night to really talk without having to worry about people walking up and needing something. “You one foul ass nigga.”

  Tron smiled. “What, nigga?” he said. “What you mean I’m one foul ass nigga? What the fuck you talkin’ about?”

  “Nigga, you know,” Tyrese said, smiling. “I walked by this fuckin’ office when what’s her name was up in here. I ain’t blind. You had your baby mama’s best friend, in your office, on her knees, suckin’ your damn dick, nigga. You foul.” Tyrese laughed. “You foul as fuck, my dude. Just foul.”

  Tron shrugged. “So?” he said. “What the fuck you sayin’? Fuck Desirae. She wasn’t nothin’ but a hoe, anyway. I swear to God I don’t know why she ever thought that I was gon’ leave my chick to go be with her ass.”

  Tyrese could see the look of regret in Tron’s eyes. That chick Desirae had really shown her ass to Tron, no pun intended, and fucked with his head. “Man, you really shitty about this, ain’t you?” Tyrese asked.

  “Fuck that chick,” Tron said, talking about Desirae. “I swear to God man, the more I think about it, the angrier I get. I saw her ass text me earlier, but I was busy. Watch out, though. She might come walkin’ up in here right now or be waitin’ out in the parking lot. All that bitch want is some attention.”

  “Well,” Tyrese said. “She bout to have your attention for next twenty fuckin’ years. Man, you betta learn how to control that hoe. Give her whatever the fuck she want so she don’t go fuckin’ your life up, or really killin’ you this time around. You know that her ass will. Have you even talked to her about when the babies come?”

  “Hell naw,” Tron said. “Not yet. I was thinkin’ bout what you said and I wanna know if them kids is even mine first before I go paying a fuckin’ dime or liftin’ a fuckin’ finger. I wanna fuckin’ know. And I don’t give a fuck what she think about it. And as far as I’m concerned, her girl came up in here and was beggin’ for the dick. You saw the look in her eyes when she came walkin’ up.”

  “I know,” Tyrese said, smiling. “That is exactly why my ass went on walkin’ away. I could already tell what she was really comin’ up there for. She foul too, but I woulda fucked around with her, too. Can’t even lie. She was kinda cute and shit. Had a little bit of a shape, but nothin’ to write home about like Desirae. Now, her ass…whew.”

  Tron looked up at his boy. “Aight, nigga,” he said. “Don’t need you fuckin’ gettin’ into shit with your boy or nothing.”

  “Man, fuck you,” Tyrese said. He walked away then came back with his coat. “You wanna smoke tonight?”

  Tron shrugged. “Yeah, maybe,” he answered. “But you wanna know what I really feel like doin’?”

  “What?” Tyrese asked, wanting to know more. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “You wanna call some bitches over, bruh? I know these hoes over on the west side that will do…”

  “Naw, nigga,” Tron said, cutting Tyrese off. “Not exactly. Shit, I need some pussy. And I think I know just who I’mma get it from.”

  Tyrese looked at Tron, seeing that his facial expression was just a little too mischievous. “Man,” Tyrese said. “What the fuck you gon’ do? You ain’t gon go try to fuck your pregnant bitch, is you? You know that kinda shit is gon’ make her ass act even more crazy. Don’t do it man, don’t do it.”

  Tron shook his head. “Naw,” he said. “I’mma have her girl, Reese, over.”

  Tyrese shook his head then chuckled. “Damn, nigga,” he said. “You one coldhearted motherfucka to do some shit like that.”

  “Yeah, well,” Tron said, thinking of how Desirae had not done him any better. “I ain’t with Shawna no more, and I never was with Desirae. If her friend wanna come over and have some of the
dick, who the fuck am I to get in the way and stop her from doin’ what she wanna do? And just because I can, I’mma dick her down real good. So good that Desirae gon’ hear me from the otha side of town.”

  ***

  Tron and Tyrese smoked a blunt together when they got back to Tron’s townhouse. The two of them talked about this and that, with Tyrese bringing up some girls that were interested in trying to come up to Honeys East and make some money. All the while the two of them talked, Tron was texting Reese. And, just as he thought, she was totally down to come over for the night and “chill” with him.

  “So, nigga, where you gon’ go?” Tron asked Tyrese.

  Tyrese looked at his boy. “What the fuck you mean where I’mma go?”

  “You know that chick Reese is comin’ over,” Tron said. “Nigga, I’m bout to smash that pussy like it was my last. I been over here just thinkin’ about Desirae. And I swear, she make me mad.”

  “Yeah,” Tyrese said. “I can see that. Man, where the fuck I’mma go at this time of night on the last minute? It’s like fuckin’ two o’clock and shit. Man, I can just go ahead and lay down and shit while she here.”

  “Aight, nigga,” Tron said. “Whatever. She gon’ be here in like fifteen minutes.”

  “Damn,” Tyrese said, putting his hand over his mouth. “Did that bitch wake up out her sleep to come get the dick or what?”

  Tron snickered. “Basically, nigga,” he said. “You shoulda seen the way she was lookin’ at it when I pulled it out earlier, up at the club. Man, it was her fuckin’ dream come true.”

  “Ha,” Tyrese said.

  Within ten minutes, Tron’s phone was vibrating. It was Reese, texting. She was telling him that she was outside and asking which townhouse. Once Tron had given Reese the house number, a few seconds passed and there was knock at the door. Tron and Tyrese looked at one another, knowing exactly what the other one was thinking. Tron got up and walked over to the front door thinking about how Desirae had really pushed him into doing what he was doing – fucking around with the very chick that used to be her best friend.