“Okay,” I breathed. “Well, Ihop it is.”
Omari
I swallowed hard, as I watched her switch through the parking lot. We’d just pulled up to Ihop, and I’d insisted that ladies were first, as I pushed her ahead of me. Truthfully, I could never get enough of watching her walk. She had this unintentional strut with a nice bow to her legs. Her long hair was swinging across her back, giving her that diva appeal. She cleaned up fucking nicely, and I don’t even think she realized how fly she was. Clearly, she was a diamond in the rough, and that ass was now shining.
Mya had one of them bodies that I was seeing bitches pay thousands for on Instagram. Like the shit couldn’t be concealed, even in her uniform. And I guess that’s why Meeka had been so adamant about her wearing shit way too big. She’d rather the girl come across as frumpy, as long as it meant that nobody would notice that body. Shit, even if Meeka gained weight she wouldn’t have a body like Mya’s. Mya was a brown skinned version of Deelishis from the Flava of Love reality show. Yeah, I’m talking one of those outrageous booties, and I was on the verge of saying that I didn’t give a fuck whose daughter she was.
“Hold up, man,” I told her, as she reached the door. Before I could catch up with her, I noticed a nigga pull the door open for her.
“Damn,” he gawked blatantly. “What’s up with it, lil’ mama?” he flirted, as Mya stepped into the restaurant.
I scowled, recognizing the nigga. He was moving some serious weight around the hood, and was definitely getting to the money. Bitch ass Flame. Ole dark skinned nigga who thought he could have every bitch walking. “Aint nothing popping, homie,” I interjected, shutting that bullshit down.
He furrowed his brows. “Oh, she with you, my nig?”
“Basically.” I looked him up and down, sizing him up.
Twirling a toothpick around in his mouth, he gave me a conniving grin. “Well, my bad. Don’t wanna step on no toes. Be easy, play boy.” He strolled off, with two niggas following him.
“Omari, really?” Mya giggled, as she waited for me to step through the door.
“Really, what?”
“Why are you acting like it’s a crime for somebody to talk to me?”
I frowned. “Fuck that nigga.”
“You crazy.” She shook her head, before gazing down. Her skin was glowing, and I was loving the way those lashes were framing her slanted eyes. And the way she was humble, although extremely attractive was a turn-on in the worse way.
I stepped to her, closing the gap between us. “Don’t let him get you fucked up,” I whispered into her ear.
She tittered. “You gon fuck me up, Omari?”
Still perched at her ear, I answered. “I can. Don’t make me do it.” I kissed her cheek.
Her eyes bucked, as she put a little space between us.
“What’s wrong? You scared?”
She gave me the most innocent look. “I am.”
“Don’t be,” I insisted, before the hostess interrupted, ready to show us to our seats.
Mya slid into the booth, and I decided to sit right next to her. It wasn’t long before the waitress was taking our orders. When she walked off we just sat for a few minutes, while I read through my text messages. Two licks had hit me up, as well as Lacy and Meeka. Lacy was begging me to come through, and I didn’t bother with a response. I always got to her whenever I felt like it. However, Meeka was a different story. I was in possession of her SUV, so there had to be an open line of communication for the most part.
Her message read: Bae where are u???
Me: Still out here trying to get this money. You know that
Her: I’m so horny. Come fuck me
Me: As soon as I’m done I’ll be there
Her: K. Don’t have me waiting 2 long nigga
Me: Ok
Her: Bae who is Brea???
Me: Why?
Her: Cause I heard some shit
Me: What I tell you about gossip?
Her: Wateva. I wanna know what it is. They say yall fucking
Me: Meeka I’m really not in the mood for the bullshit. What you want me to do? Do I need to pack my shit cause I aint with the arguing
Her: Y every time I question u u threaten to leave?
Me: Cause you can be so immature and insecure sometimes. That shit gets on my nerves. I been really thinking about getting my own spot. That way I can be drama free
Her: U no what? Neva mind. I’ll see u wen u get here
I smirked, feeling like I’d won that battle.
“That don’t make no damn sense. She’s too old to allow you to play with her head. No wonder her other men tried her. They saw her weakness,” Mya blurted, staring down at my phone.
“You nosy,” I told her, as I shoved my phone into my pocket.
“I’m just saying. She can’t see through your game? The whole pick a argument when you’re wrong routine is played out.”
“What you know about all that?” I lifted my chin.
“Plenty.” She rolled her eyes.
Before I could say another word, the waitress was back with our food. I’d ordered a big ass breakfast equipped with bacon, eggs, sausages, hash browns, and pancakes. Mya simply had chicken and waffles, but the waffles looked delectable.
“Those waffles look exactly like the ones my grandma used to make,” I admitted.
“Your grandma?” she arched a brow. “This is the first time I heard you mention any family.” She slid a piece of waffle into her mouth. “Why is that?”
I shrugged. “What is there to say?”
“Okay,” she sighed heavily. “What about your grandma? Is she still around?”
“Nah,” I breathed. “She died while I was in the pen.”
“Awww,” she cooed. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It’s cool,” I waved her off.
“But what about your mama? Are you in touch with her?”
I shook my head, as I bit into a pancake.
She frowned. “Why not?”
“Cause,” I swallowed.
“Cause what?” she pressed.
I hesitated, because I didn’t usually divulge much about my family life. Shit, Meeka really didn’t know much, and hadn’t pushed for answers. “Why you wanna know, Mya?”
“I mean, you know all my business. My issues, and shit. Why can’t I know yours? You know that I’m in no position to judge,” she spoke softly, putting me at ease.
“Okay,” I nodded. “I aint really dealt with my mama since I was like sixteen. She let her nigga fill her head up with a bunch of bullshit. So, I got the fuck, and she was cool with it. I was out in the streets, doing whatever. Not once did she ever tell me to come home. Anyway, I eventually found myself in jail, and surprisingly my mama was there. She’d visit here and there, and send money when she could. I found out that it was because her man had left her. So, the minute he came back I didn’t hear from her no more. That’s when I realized that she was really choosing a nigga over me. And I haven’t fucked with her since.”
“Why does this story sound so familiar?” she placed a finger on her chin.
I cut my eyes at her. “You trying to be funny?”
“No,” she poked out her bottom lip. “I just identify with your plight. You know?”
I nodded. “I feel you.”
“I just know that I don’t want to be anything like my mama. I’m gonna go out and get more out of life. And when I have kids, especially a daughter, I’ll never treat her anything like my mama treated me.”
“I feel the same way about when I have a son. That’s why I can’t just have a baby with anybody. I wanna be right there, watching my lil’ nigga grow up. Teaching him how to be a man. Cause when the daddy is absent the kids are left with the mama, and sometimes the mama be bitter as fuck. Aint nobody gon take their frustrations out on my baby, mad cause I aint there.”
Mya grinned. “Well, you must got a pocket full of rubbers with all the fucking you do. And I could’ve sworn I heard my
mama tell Glenda that she was gonna have your first son.”
I sucked my teeth. “Ya mama’s head aint wrapped too right. I keep telling her that I aint with it.”
“You aint with it, huh?” she questioned, before nibbling on a piece of chicken. “Then when and how would you be with it?”
I licked my lips, giving her question some thought. “I’d be with it when I’m with a girl that I can’t stop thinking about. When I wanna be in her space all the time, and actually listens when she talks.”
She grinned. “I think that you listen to me.”
I lowered my eyes, as I spoke. “I do.”
I made her blush.
“Why does it feel like you’re flirting with me?”
I shrugged nonchalantly. “Mya, the one thing that I really fuck with about you is your intelligence. You’s nobody’s dummy. So, I don’t know why you beating around the bush.”
She tucked her lips into her mouth, seemingly looking for the right words to say. “So, in other words, you got a thang for me?”
I gave her a wide fiendish grin. “You a’ight.”
“A’ight, huh?”
“Hell, yeah,” I chuckled, before leaning over, stealing another kiss. Surprising the shit out of me, she turned her head, kissing my lips.
“Aw, shit,” I growled. “That’s what I’m talking about.” I slobbered her down, right there in Ihop.
It was like time stood still, as I had her head pinned up against the wall. My dick was rock hard, and I was contemplating dragging her fine ass off to the bathroom somewhere.
“Damn,” I breathed heavily, as I rubbed my hand between her thighs. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” I whispered into her ear.
“Well, well, well,” I heard a loud annoying voice, causing us to pull back from the kiss. “I know I’m good for a few free pounds of exotic,” Quisha claimed, as she hovered over us.
“Man, Quisha, if you don’t get yo…” I got out, before Mya interrupted me.
“Quisha, go’on with that bullshit,” she chided. “Aint nobody finna give you nothing, cause I could’ve sworn that I saw you hopping out of your anty’s man’s car last night.”
Quisha’s round, rolly polly ass laughed so hard that her stomach was shaking. “Bitch, you got me, you got me. I was just fucking with yall, anyway.”
“Well, the shit wasn’t funny,” I scoffed.
“Lighten up, Omari. Nobody can’t play with ya ass?”
“Do you play about them muthafuckin food stamps?”
“Hell, nah.”
“Then don’t play with me. The fuck you thank this is.”
“Whatever,” she waved me off. “Aint nobody thinking about you. I’m about to sit my ass down, and get my grub on.”
I glared at her. “Yeah, you do that.”
We watched as she wobbled down to the isle, headed to her table.
“Now,” I faced Mya, ready to pick up where we’d left off. “Come here.” I moved in, attempting to kiss her.
“Omari, I can’t.” she halted me.
“What?” I paused.
“I…I…I can’t do this. If I did, then I’d be living up to all the shit people assume about me.”
I scowled. “Man, fuck what people assume. That gon do that, regardless.”
“But you been with my mama, Omari. My mama,” she stressed.
“Okay, well, fuck it,” I relented, throwing my hands up. “Where the fuck is that waitress with the fucking check? I’m ready to get outta this bitch.”
She gave me the side eye. “So, you mad now?”
I stared straight ahead, refusing to look her way. “I aint mad about shit.”
“Whatever,” she snapped. “I aint about to kiss ya ass. Take me to school, so that I can get the fuck away from you.”
“No fucking problem,” I fumed, hating that she didn’t give me my way, which was a first for me. But I wasn’t gonna sweat it. There were plenty of bitches in the sea, and my train didn’t stop for one. The fuck she thought?
Chapter 7
Mya
“Who is that? I know that aint Mya.”
“Yeah, hoe, you know it’s me,” I quipped, as I stepped down the crowded hallway. Omari’s bitch ass had just dropped me off, and I really didn’t feel like socializing.
“Nu uh,” her mouth dropped. “What fucking bank you done robbed?”
“What you talking about?” I narrowed my eyes.
“These fucking clothes. Those Jordans. Yasss, girl, you killing it,” she snapped her fingers. “And where’s the scars from them hating ass bitches jumping you? Uh, can you say winning?” she pumped me up, although she was wearing similar attire. In fact, Nerie stayed fly, and was rather cool. It had been Nisha who insisted that we keep our distance from her, and after thinking about it, I really didn’t see why I should. No matter how I came to school, she’d never come at my sideways, and was always smiles whenever we’d interact.
“Thank you, girl,” I smiled, giving her a high-five.
“Anyway, so, bitch, why you missed first period?” Nerie asked.
I rolled my eyes. “I doubt I missed much.”
“Depends on who you ask. You know that you were the topic of discussion?”
I lifted a brow. “Is that so?”
“Yep. They were talking about how you handled three bitches by yourself, and how Nisha was conveniently missing in action.”
“No shit?” I grinned. Although Nisha was my girl, I did think about the fact that she’d burnt off when she knew that I could possibly have a fight after school. After all, she’d been in seventh period to witness the whole altercation, and clearly heard Brea’s threats of catching me after class.
“Hell, yeah. And Brea was in there looking like a sad puppy. She wasn’t saying shit. Even as they teased her about Omari pushing her. They say she was fucking him, and the hoe was looking like she wanted to slit her damn wrist.”
I shook my head, as I listened intently. I then glanced to the left, noticing her. “Speaking of the devil.” I watched Brea saunter down the hallway, with shades covering her eyes. She switched her sharp hips that stood out on her petite frame, and kept her eyes glued to the floor, as she walked on by.
Honestly, I was surprised because I was expecting her to be a permanent nuisance, but somehow the bitch had learned her lesson.
“A little birdie told me that she’s been crying since Omari came and dumped her last night,” Nerie gossiped.
“What,” I stressed. “Aint that something.”
“Yeah, aint he with ya mama?” she narrowed her eyes.
“I don’t know what to call it,” I shrugged, refusing to admit that my mama’s name could even be mentioned in the mix of teenage drama. Especially because she was fucking the same nigga as my classmate. How damn embarrassing?
“Well, do he live with yall?” she pried.
I scowled. “Why you wanna know, Nerie?” I had to ask. I mean, she was cool and all, but I’d never told her much of my personal business.
“Because,” she uttered, before she cautiously checked her surroundings. “I just heard some shit, and if he lives with you, you’d need to know.”
“What’s that?” I asked curiously.
“Some bullshit ass nigga who goes here has been talking. Even though he’s snitching I gotta keep his name out of it, because he fucks with my people. Anyway, he’s claiming that the laws are raiding several of those West Belfort apartments, going after known niggas that hustle over there. It’s supposed to happen sometime this morning, and they’re hoping to catch them niggas dirty.”
My eyes bucked, getting that piece of information. “No shit?”
“No shit,” she nodded.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I tapped my thighs, thinking of what to do. “Uh, Nerie, let me use your phone.”
“Here.” She handed me her cell.
Frantically, I called my mama. I didn’t know Omari’s number by heart.
“Hello,” she answered on the second ring.
“Mama, where you at?” I questioned urgently.
“Down at Glenda’s, why? Whose phone are you on?”
“I’m on my friend’s phone. You need to call Omari, and tell him that they’re raiding today. Make sure that he’s clean…” I tried to explain, before I was cut off.
“First off, is this any of your fucking business?” my mama scolded. “And B: Omari is a grown ass man, and don’t nobody gotta tell him shit. He wanna stay out in my fucking car all night, and drag his ass in at nine in the morning? Cool. He can worry about getting locked up by his got damn self. Them hoes that he be running around with can bond his stupid ass out.”
There were so many different things wrong with what Meeka had just said. For starters, how did she switch from first off to B? And why was she advocating for her man’s arrest, strictly on the basis that he was probably cheating on her? And why wasn’t she considering that this could affect her, if the police came looking for him at our apartment?
“Okay, mama,” I sighed heavily. “Are you in your car?”
“Hell, yeah. His bitch ass aint gonna be up in my shit no more,” she fumed.
“Alright, mama. I’ll talk to you later.” I ended the call. “Here, Nerie. I gotta go.” I handed her phone back to her, and headed right back out the door. No matter how much he’d pissed me off earlier, I couldn’t let it all go down like this.
******
A metro bus ride had never felt so long. By the time I’d reached my stop, I was about to lose my mind. I damn near ran off the bus, headed home. I knew that if what Nerie had told me was a lie then I’d have to deal with the consequences of skipping school, if my mama caught me. But the risk of what she alleged being true trumped whatever punishment Meeka had for me. I could front all I wanted, but life had been a tad smoother with Omari in the picture, and I wasn’t ready for that to end. And besides, he was pretty cool, so the last place I wanted to see him was behind bars. So, it was fuck what Meeka was going through. I mean, since day one she’d been dealing with Omari fucking other women. He’d given her absolutely no respect, but now she wanted to be vindictive. That was crazy in my eyes, because if she wasn’t being treated right, then she should simply let it go. On some Keyshia Cole shit.
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