Even When It's Wrong

by Nicole Jackson

  “Or what? The fuck are you gonna do? Huh? Cause, see, I think you really want me to fuck you up. You coming in here with this short ass dress on, after you been all in some nigga’s face. Do that nigga know that I got a hot bullet, waiting for his ass? Huh?” he got directly in my face. “Whoever the fuck he is. Do he know that fucking with my bitch is bad for his health?”

  I fought against him. “But I aint your bitch.”

  “Oh, but you are. You fucking mine,” he growled, shaking me a bit.

  “Omari, get your hands off me. I told you that day you stayed in the car with that hoe that it was over. You made this happen! Now, deal with it.”

  “I aint dealing with nothing or nobody but this bitch ass nigga who think he’s gonna replace me. That’ll never happen. And this shit will never be over. On my life,” he spoke with so much conviction that it sent a chill up my spine.

  I sucked me teeth, trying to break free. “Fuck you. I’m done with you. Accept it. Move on, and leave me the fuck alone.”

  “Nah,” he shook his head vehemently. “I can’t do that.” He backed me up to the couch.

  “Omari, move. Let me goooo,” I whined, as he pushed me down.

  “You been giving away my pussy, My?” he enquired, as he lowered to his knees. “Huh?” he pushed my thighs open, before yanking my panties off. “Why you so wet? You let that nigga fuck?” he leaned down, sniffing me.

  “Omari!” I shouted.

  He laughed cynically. “Girl, you better be lucky. I swear I would’ve murdered your ass if I would’ve smelt sex on you.”

  “Whatever…” I gasped, as I felt his tongue flick across my clit. “Wait, Omari, no.” I attempted to push his head away. He wouldn’t budge.

  “Umm,” he moaned, into me, before he went ape.

  “Oh God,” my head fell back.

  With all the times we’d had sex, Omari had never gone this hard. His tongue was assaulting me, as I came violently. Then before I could offer any objections, he flipped me over, as if I weighed nothing. With my ass tooted in the air, he dropped his jeans and boxers, before entering me forcefully.

  “Awww!” I screeched, as he hit me with powerful thrusts. I could feel my booty jiggle, as he busted my pussy wide open. “Shiiit!” I threw it back.

  He gripped my hips, while seemingly throwing his entire back into it. I could hear our skins clapping, as he beat it like a drum. I felt a little sweat drop on my ass, as he began to drill into me. I could barely keep up, and right when I decided to arch my back, his body stiffened.

  “Awww,” his mouth fell open, as he filled me up. I guess when he had no more to give, he released me, before collapsing into the couch beside me.

  Although, I was pretty exhausted, I still managed to climb to my feet.

  “Where you going?” he grabbed my hand, attempting to pull me back down with him.

  I yanked my hand away. “Omari,” I gazed down at him, taking in his beauty. His six pack contracted, as he breathed heavily. His long, fat dick was now soft, but still huge. And I loved whenever it was inside of me, but it wasn’t enough. “That dick was good and all.” My clit thumped from just the mere thought of it. “But make no mistake. Aint shit changed. I still aint fucking with you.”

  He stared up at me. “So, you still on that being done bullshit?”

  I smirked. “I’ma stay on it. Know that.”

  ******

  “Put on a little show to let your baby know. By then I should be screaming uncontrollably,” I sang one of my favorite songs by Tamia, as Cavalli flat ironed my hair. “Baby, I just wanna play, until you take my breath away. Do you feel me? I know you do. Cause I feel it too, but I can’t get enough of you!” I hit a high note.

  “I see somebody’s all happy-go-lucky,” she pointed out, as she parted another section of hair.

  I shrugged. “I’m alright.”

  “Uh huh,” she mumbled. “Moving right along. I like your little outfit. When did you get it?”

  I glanced down at my purple and neon green Nike cropped top and matching shorts, along with my the neon green Air Max’s. “About a month ago. Whenever we went school shopping.”

  “We as in you and Omari?”

  “Yeah,” I sighed.

  “Well, one thing I can’t take from the nigga is that he be looking out.”

  I shook my head. “You are the most confusing person on earth. One minute, you act like he’s the devil himself, then the next you compliment him. I mean, make your mind up. Is he a fuck nigga or a nice guy? Which one?”

  “He’s a nice guy with fuck nigga tendencies. Meaning he might be a good nigga at heart, but that don’t mean shit if he aint good to you.”

  “But is it that he’s not being good to my mama, and can’t be what he needs to be for me by default?”

  “Mya, please don’t start that. Really it’s hard as fuck trying to make sense out of something that don’t make sense. Like we’re trying to find the right angle within something that is completely wrong. But like I’ve said a thousand times. If he’s serious about you, then he’ll cut all the bullshit out. Like end things with your mama, and anybody else. That’s the first step. She’s your mama, but she’s nothing to him, so why is he still there?”

  I gazed down at my shorts, feeling stupid, but I couldn’t help myself. “He’s there for me,” I mumbled.

  “What you say?” she glowered down at me.

  “Nothing.”

  “Girl, I know you aint in your feelings. Making me feel bad, like Ion wanna see you happy, cause that aint the case. I’m just looking out for you. Besides, you got Flame. How’s things been going between yall, anyway?”

  I smiled at the thought of him. “Oh, that’s my lil’ boo. He still keeping ya girl on her toes, but I think that his BM is going to be a problem down the line.”

  “Why you say that?”

  “Because she calls him way too much, and be talking about shit that aint got nothing to do with their daughter.”

  “You think they still fucking?”

  I shrugged. “If they are, then she’s crazy as fuck. He be video chatting with his daughter, and be putting me all in the camera. I be at his crib, and she knows it. So, if they are fucking that’s all it is. He’s definitely not lying about being single. I just don’t want the shit to continue, before I get all caught up.”

  “True. I can’t fault you for feeling like that, but I think that he’s really into you. Because that nigga be making time for you on the regular, and he comes every time you call him for a ride. I know every bitch aint getting it like that.”

  “I don’t guess, but he got plenty of time to entertain other females. Shit, those three four hours out of a whole day gives him plenty of time to do him.”

  “Real. But I still got my money on him. Later for Omari with his bullshit ass.”

  I glanced back at her. “Is there something you know that I don’t, because that animosity is a little much, don’t you think?”

  She sucked her teeth. “You know even though you aint friends with your mama on Facebook, I am. And when she was going back and forth with Skyy I was able to find her page. So, I sent her a friend request. Anyways, this is what Omari’s been up to,” she revealed, showing me her phone.

  My stomach did flips, as I took her phone in hand. There on Facebook Omari was kissing that bitch Skyy in the mouth, and she’d recently had a birthday party, where he was there. They were hugged up at the club, and several of his people were there, including Kells, Daynah, and her cousin Josairah. I scrolled through several photos, and saw the gifts she’d posted, supposedly all from Omari. And in one minute, she’d disproved every single thing I’d been claiming. He’d painted this picture of her being a necessity to get whatever he needed, and swore that he never did anything for her. Clearly, he’d lied, though.

  Right then, I could feel my food coming up, as I shot to my feet, and scurried to the bathroom in the hallway. Thankfully, I caught the toilet in the nick of time, and hurled my guts out
.

  “Damn, you alright?” Cavalli quizzed, as she stood in the doorway.

  “No,” I cried, grabbing my forehead. “I been throwing up all week.”

  “For real,” she gasped. “You didn’t fuck around and get pregnant, did you?”

  I exhaled, as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “I don’t know.” I climbed to my feet, and hobbled over to the sink to rinse my mouth out.

  “You don’t know?” she reiterated. “That sounds like you been doing shit to get pregnant, which means that you and Flame been getting booty.” She did a little dance. “Yall are going to have a cute chocolate little ba-by,” she rejoiced.

  After swishing around some water in my mouth, I spat it into the sink. “Don’t celebrate too soon,” I told her, standing upright.

  “Why? I know you aint trying to say that it’s Omari’s. Cause I was there when you canceled his ass. I remember the exact date, and I saw you bleed after that. So, it can’t be him,” she reasoned, reaching her own conclusion.

  “Damn, bitch, are you my gynecologist, now?” I eased past her, headed back to her room.

  “Did I just hear somebody throw up?” Cavalli’s roommate, Taki, asked as she stuck her head into the door, the minute I entered her room. She was a cool, mocha complexioned, medium built cutie.

  Cavalli nodded. “That was Mya.”

  Taki grinned. “Well, I got a whole stock of pregnancy tests if you need one.”

  Cavalli gave her the side eye. “A whole stock of them? Girl, let me find out.”

  I laughed, because Taki was a hot ass, always in some nigga’s face. However, she didn’t have an actual boyfriend, so that meant that she was fucking some random raw. Or something like that, but who was I to judge?

  “I’m saying, do you need one?” Taki pressed.

  “I guess,” I shrugged, before sitting on Cavalli’s bed.

  “Okay.” She put a thumbs up. “I’ll be right back,” she promised.

  Cavalli twisted over to me with her arms folded. “Now, back to what I was saying.”

  “Oh, God,” I groaned, allowing my head to fall back.

  “No, seriously. You going to tell Flame about this, right?”

  I hunched my shoulders. “Maybe, but it really aint his business.”

  She gave me a confused look. “How is that? It takes two to make a baby, Mya.”

  “I know.” I bucked my eyes. “But me and Flame have never gone that far before.”

  “Come again.”

  I cleared my throat. “What I’m saying is that I have never had sex with Flame before. I mean, he played in it, and I even jacked him off, but that’s it.”

  “Huh?” she frowned. “So, that means that you aint pregnant. If you haven’t had sex, after your period then you can’t be pregnant, Mya.”

  “Cavalli, I am well aware of how babies are made.” I rolled my eyes.

  “So, you did have sex since then?”

  I closed one eye, knowing that she was about to go in. “I had one little small tiny slip up.”

  “Mya, no,” she stressed. “Tell me you’re playing.”

  “Girl, I don’t know what came over me. One minute we were fussing, and the next…”

  “You ole freaky ass bitch. I knew you staying completely away from him sounded too good to be true.”

  “But I was,” I insisted. “Then I came home one day, and he was there. I mean, he basically took the pussy.”

  She pursed her lips. “Took the pussy my ass. I bet you backed all that ass right up on him.”

  I crinkled my nose. “Only a little.”

  She giggled. “Hoe, you hell.”

  “I’m just saying.” I hunched my shoulders again.

  “Well, maybe you being pregnant will get his head on straight,” Cavalli reasoned.

  I squinted at her. “Before or after Meeka kills me where I stand?”

  “Damn, I forgot about that.”

  “Yeah, and I don’t want a baby to be the deciding factor for us. If he chooses me, it would have to be for love, and nothing else. Not even a baby.”

  “Hey, I get it, but I can’t lie. I’m glad that I aint in your shoes.”

  “Shit, I wish I wasn’t in ‘em, either.”

  “Yeah,” she breathed. “So, what the hell are you gonna do?”

  I stared straight ahead, as butterflies fluttered in my stomach. “I honestly don’t know.”

  Chapter 22

  Omari

  “Bae, what are you looking at?”

  “Huh?” I lifted my head.

  Skyy eased onto my lap, damn near crushing my phone underneath her. “I asked what were you looking at?”

  “Why?” I snapped, because she knew that she was crossing over the line. My phone was none of her concern.

  “Because,” she whined, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I was calling your name, and whatever it was in that phone had you gone. You didn’t hear a word I said.”

  “Well, that was some shit on Facebook,” I told her honestly. “Nothing too major.”

  “Oh.” She lifted both brows. “What were you looking at?”

  “Man, you too nosy,” I complained, not saying what was really on my mind, and maybe not even hers. If she had been standing over my shoulder spying, like I’d suspected, then she already knew what I was looking at.

  Mya had been cutting up, staying out late, and hanging with her cousin who was in college. And sadly, Meeka’s ass had completely checked out of parenting, never uttering a word. Truthfully, I think that she was glad that her child was spending so much time away from the house, because I even saw her give her a few dollars unsolicited. So now, in order to keep up with whatever she had going, I checked her Facebook. Religiously.

  Coincidentally, she’d recently posted some pictures, so I was going through them, when Skyy walked up. It was one photo in particular that had caught my attention. Mya had taken a selfie in a car. Judging from the interior, it looked rather new, and I could’ve sworn that I’d seen a nigga’s elbow, resting on the console next to her. Unfortunately, before I could further inspect the picture, Skyy interrupted.

  As of late, Skyy had been doing everything within her power to knock everybody else out of their position. She’d been on her best behavior, keeping the nagging down to a minimum. So now, I rarely stayed over at Meeka’s, and I’d been discussing moving my shit out of there altogether with Skyy. For the first time, I was actually considering taking our situation to the next level, but for the past few days I’d begun to identify our biggest road block. Mya.

  Now more than ever, I was realizing that what I felt for her went deeper than sex. Shit, honestly, I’d known that from the beginning, but somewhere along the line I’d tried lying to myself. The time without her had me seeing things clearer, as I couldn’t take my mind off her. It didn’t matter what tricks Skyy pulled out of the bag. Nothing would make me forget Mya, and frankly, I had no desire to do so. What Skyy provided was comfortableness, but that wasn’t enough, and would never sustain a relationship with me. Still, figuring that part out, gave me no form of resolve. Mya was out there somewhere doing her, and Skyy was down by law.

  “Why aren’t you getting ready for the concert?” Skyy probed, while gently rubbing my face.

  “It won’t take me but a second to get dressed. You handle your business first. You know how yall females can be.”

  “I know, I know,” she kissed my lips. “I can’t wait to see Gucci Mane.”

  “Yeah?” I rubbed her ass. “Let me find out that you bopping.”

  She pursed her lips, and rolled her eyes. “Nigga, please. Never that. I done met that nigga three four times personally. Aint nothing,” she bragged.

  “Yeah, through my man, hoe,” Tressa interrupted from the kitchen.

  “Fuck you, you hating ass whore!” Skyy shot back, playfully.

  We were chilling at Melo’s crib, doing the couples thing, and Skyy had been loving every second, because this was some shit I would’ve flat ou
t refused a few months back. After her breakdown over a month ago, I realized that I had been shitting on her, and now had been taking steps to correct my mistakes. It did good for my conscience, but I questioned if it was healthy for us. Guilt from mistreating her in the beginning wasn’t going to be something that kept us together in the long haul, and I often thought about how she’d handle things, if shit really didn’t work out between us.

  “Bae.” Skyy nudged me with her shoulder. “I was thinking that you should start moving your things in on Monday.”

  “Is that right? You aint gon let up on this moving in thing, are you?”

  “Nope,” she popped her lips.

  I mulled it over, sliding my tongue across my teeth. “I tell you what. Let’s just enjoy this concert, and the rest of the weekend. By Monday I’ll have my answer, alright?”

  She narrowed her eyes. “Why do I detect some bullshit coming?”

  “Nah,” I kissed her lips. “Aint no bullshit. I promise. I just got one thing to handle. Then Monday we’ll face all that heavy shit.”

  Her eyes grew sad. “It that one thing her?”

  I licked my lips. “You know I got some lingering shit, Skyy. You know that.”

  “Okay,” she sighed exasperatedly. “I’ll leave it alone, until Monday. You have my word, because on that day all those bitches are gonna know that it’s over for them. Mark my words.”

  ******

  “Came in here with two girls who look like strippers in they real clothes. A broke hoe can only point me to a rich hoe,” Gucci Mane rapped on the stage in the Ava Center.

  “Hey, what he say?” Skyy shouted, bobbing to the music, with one hand in the air.

  I shook my head at her, as I coolly bobbed my head, as well. We had seats right in the front of the stage, although everybody in the room was standing. We also had backstage passes, because Melo was the nigga with all the juice. But it was nothing new, and through him I’d met and mingled with several big name rappers.

  “Say, we going to Dreams after this,” Melo spoke in my ear, referring to a popular strip club.

  “Alright.” I nodded, before Skyy accidentally stepped on my gold Giuseppe’s. “Watch out, girl.” I playfully pinched her thigh, causing her to giggle.