by Laine Watson
“Shut the fuck up. You sound stupid!” he snapped.
“You sound stupid!” I shot back.
“Yo pussy stupid!” Jack said.
“Yo dick stupid!” I replied as he sped off out of the neighborhood.
“You ain’t have a problem with this stupid dick last night!” Jack said.
“You ain’t have a problem with this pussy last night!”
“Yo pussy ain’t have no problems with this dick!” He turned the steering wheel, pressing down on the gas and causing the tires to screech.
“Fuck yo dirty dick-ass!” I yelled.
“You keep talking, I’m stick this dirty dick in yo mouth!” he threatened.
“Do it! I like dirt!” I shot back.
“Shut the fuck up, Hot Rod!” he hollered.
“You shut up! You don’t tell me what to do!” I rolled my eyes and sat back, arms folded. The tension between us was beautiful and ugly all at the same time. I was so mad at him.
He say stupid shit all the time. He may have been just as mad at me as I was at him.
Jack pulled up to his house. I got out the car and slammed the door as hard as I could.
“Don’t slam my mu’fuckin’ door!” he yelled. I continued to the house, ignoring his words.
Now, if I was really mad, I woulda got my angry ass in my own car and drove off, but I was the kind of mad that only Jack could handle. I stood at the garage door, waiting for Jack. He walked up to the front door and opened it with his keys.
“Stay yo ass out here, then,” he said, walking in the door. I rolled my eyes. I marched through the door and down the hall.
“Trey! Get yo mu’fuckin’ sister,” Jack roared, opening up his bedroom door.
“You ain’t gotta get nobody. Don’t neither one of ya’ll t…” I shouted with my hands all in the air. I stopped right at the door. Trey wasn’t in Jack’s room. Jack passed me and closed the door. He locked it.
“I’m gonna take a shower!” I said, rolling my eyes and stomping to the bathroom. I heard Jack as he raged a little bit. I slammed the door and I rolled my eyes. I wanted him so badly. It was not even sane, what I was thinking. I pulled the shower curtain back and turned the hot water on, and then the cold water just a little. I huffed to myself.
Oooh, I can’t stand him! I said to myself. In the other room, Jack was boiling, probably just as turned on and angry as I was. I imagined his sexiness as I stood in the bathroom; him, taking his shirt off and throwing in on the floor…brooding.
He huffed. I could hear it. He slammed his hands down on the surface of his dresser, trying to fight off how much he wanted me, sucking his teeth to shreds, the tension, but all of his desperate actions doing nothing. I could picture him running his fingers through his hair, still huffing and trying to fight with himself about how he was going to deal with how much he wanted me.
My clothes sort of just fell off. I dropped them on the floor, discarding them in a heap. I stepped in the tub and let the steamy water hit my body. As the forceful water dropped on my skin, my nipples seemed to be more sensitive than usual. I wondered if Jack wanted me as badly as I wanted him. My breaths were coming so intensely. I had almost made up my mind to go out there all wet and naked and just let Jack look at me. See how he felt then.
I heard the door swing open and slam on the back of the tub. The curtain sprung quickly to the front of the tub with the force of Jack’s hand.
“Jack?” I said, completely naked and dripping wet. I didn’t even try to cover myself as he looked at me intensely. Jack grabbed me by the arms, lifting me out of the tub as he swung me to the other side of the bathroom. He placed me down in front of the sink and closed the door, all in one quick maneuver. This is why I always had bruises on me.
“You gone keep pissing me off, Hot Rod,” he said, rushing me, pushing me up against the top of the sink.
For whatever reason, that fight wasn’t so much a fight about us being upset. It was more like, “How quickly are we gonna get to this house so we can fuck?”
“Don’t say shit to me,” I said, opening my legs, begging him with my whole body to fuck me. I watched him unzip his pants. I felt the hardness of his dick as it plopped out of his boxers and fell against the back of my leg. My vagina clenched in anticipation, almost like a tiny orgasm. He edged closer to me. I don’t know how we transitioned into about to cut each other’s throats to full frontal fucking.
He was deep inside of me, and as he thrust, he pushed further in. I felt my breaths, deep, rasping gasps as he moved. I could feel myself building towards another orgasm—it was like electricity, flowing through my veins. I watched him—his eyes were dark, still angry, yet hungry for me.
I don’t think we even noticed the shower was still running, and that the steam from the hot water was filling the room. Jack grabbed me off the sink and turned me around, stood me up and bent me over.
His hard thrusting from behind sent my hands forcefully forward, smacking against the fogged mirror. My quiet moans seemed to bring Jack closer to me, to make his thrusts harder and deeper, He took my breath away as he pounded me even harder, my hands sliding down the fogged mirror, leaving clear, jagged streaks behind.
I looked up, and I could just almost see our faces in the clearing swipes that were fogging seconds after my hand had swiped across it. I could feel myself losing it. My whole body was reacting to his. I cried out as the muscles of my pussy clenched in waves, Jack moaning in my ear as he came. As he slowed and softened his thrusts I opened up, wanting him to climb deeper inside me. Our heavy breaths somehow seemed to keep us turned on, and let Jack fuck me a little more with an almost limp dick as I laid across the sink. He turned me around one more time and stuck his dick back inside me. He was losing firmness, but I could still feel it like it was all the way hard. He swallowed.
“Oh, Jack…” I moaned. He sniffed with a smug smirk and kept going. When we could go no more, Jack stood up. His tattoos were showing, and his skinny, lanky body in its all-sculpted, sexy glory was over me.
“Now keep talking shit, I’mma fuck you again,” he said, grabbing a towel off the back of the bathroom door and hopped right in the shower. I hopped in, too, and the argument was over. It wasn’t romantic. We just washed ourselves; but he did kiss me like every girl wants to be kissed by the man that she loves. I got out the shower as Jack was turning the water off and put a towel around my body, opening the bathroom door.
“I’mma shave,” Jack said, kissing me.
“Okay.” I smiled like a little mouse, all fucked and proper now. I closed the door behind me, leaving the bathroom, sitting down on the bed. I smiled and covered up with his blue sheet and pushed the covers down. I just wanted to be naked in Jack’s not-disgusting-not-as-disgusting bed. I found my phone and checked my messages. I had a few missed calls from different people and some texts. One from Trey: “Call me.”
I called him.
“Hey brothee.” I smiled.
“Katie?” he said as I snickered.
“Okay, I’m just playing. You said call you?” I asked.
“Yeah…” his voice trailed off.
“Where you at?”
“I’m at Jiggs’s. I ain’t wanna be at the house when ya’ll got there. Ya’ll must be there.” Trey said.
“Yeah, we’re here.” I grinned.
“Cool. Okay man, we gotta go to this game tonight,” Trey told me.
“We?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s gone be poppin’. It’s at yo school,” he said.
“Oh…” I frowned.
“You gone let me get the whip?” he asked.
“Yeah right,” I said.
“What’chu gone need it for?”
“Uhm, it’s my car.” I pointed out.
“Well, then, can I at least drive?” Trey asked.
“I’a think about it,” I replied.
“Man, com’on, Katie. I ain’t even saying nothing about you pushing up on Money. You know that’s a foul. When you fu
ck with yo brotha friends, you a hoe,” Trey said, trying to sway my answer.
“Uhm, Jack was mine before he was yours. Don’t be calling me no hoe!” I snapped.
“Stop making us sound gay. And stop calling him “Jack.” You make him sound white,” he said.
“Uhm, he is white,” I replied.
“Nah, that nigga ain’t white.” Trey laughed.
“Fine, you can drive,” I said.
“Yeah B-o-y-e-e!” Trey exclaimed. I laughed at him.
“Who you talking to?” Jack asked, drying his hair as he came out the bathroom and pulling on some basketball shorts.
“None of your business.” I rolled my eyes. Jack came around the side of the bed and snatched the phone from me.
“Who the fuck is this?” he snapped.
“Nigga! Don’t be answerin’ my susta phone like that. Like you runnin her and shit,” Trey shot back.
“Who the fuck you talkin to? I’ll come over there and fuck you up,” Jack threatened.
“Do it then, Money! Since yo ass wanna jump.” Trey laughed.
“Where you at, then?” Jack asked.
“I’m at Jiggs’s house, nigga,” Trey said. Jack stormed out of the room, throwing the phone on the bed. I hurried up and put some more clothes on and ran after him. By the time I got outside, he and Trey were laughing and smoking a blunt, leaning up against the hood of his car.
I wish girls could get over stuff as easily as guys because Becs was a hoe for the rest of her life to me.
I went back in the house. By that point, I felt like I was at home because it was Jack’s house. And that was my plan. I was going to move in with Jack. I wouldn’t have to deal with Becs being a hoe, or Crystal and her high hopes of being a stripper.
I started to get dressed. I was thinking about how mean and sweet Jack was at the same time. But a small fleeting thought passed through my head of Patrick.
He was nice. But nice is not for me, though, I thought, looking at myself in the mirror. Jack was all over me, and I remembered that Jack was inside of me, too. I smiled at myself.
By the time I was dressed, Jack had come back in the house, but I couldn’t wear what I was wearing. I needed to go home and get an outfit for that night and some more clothes because I had totally forgotten about grabbing anything when we left the house.
“We still fighting? Cuz I could fuck you again,” Jack said. He smiled, sitting down on the bed next to me.
“No, I don’t wanna fight anymore,” I told him.
“Why not?” Jack asked sexily. I laughed and tried to change the subject.
“Where’s your mom?”
“At work. All she do is work.” Jack said.
“Yeah, why don’t you have a job?” I asked.
“I do got a job.” Jack smiled angelically.
“Why you ain’t got no legal job?” I said.
“Some of it’s legal in some states.” Jack smiled. I grinned back and shook my head, staring at him.
“You wanna go for a ride?” he asked me.
“Where?” I asked.
“Over Drew’s.”
“No, I need to go to the house and get ready,” I told him.
“Get ready?” Jack asked, frowning.
“Yeah, for the game.” I said.
“Oh…okay.” He gave me a sideways look.
“I’ll be back,” I promised.
“Okay…” Jack said.
So, I went back to the house and got my face together. Got my hair together, too; Jack was sweating out my curls in the back. I returned after a few hours to find Trey, Jiggs, Ant, Jew and a guy I didn’t really know sitting outside in the lawn chairs with Jack. I parked in front of the driveway and got out the car.
“Damn, B. Who is that?” Ant said, his eyes wide.
“That’s my susta, mu’fucka,” Trey snapped defensively.
“She look different,” Ant noted. I did. I looked like I was going out. Jack got up and walked over to me.
“That’s how you going to the game?” he asked.
“What’s wrong with this?” I said.
“Nothing, I guess.” Jack shrugged. I was wearing high waisted skinny jeans, a half-top and flats. What was so wrong with that?
“Who’s that guy?” I asked, pointing to the Mexican guy.
“That’s Drew, we be chillin’. We sorta went to the same school,” Jack informed me.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“It means I had a lotta customers at the school he went to,” Jack clarified. I shook my head.
“Damn yo susta fine…” Ant said.
“Nigga, I’on wanna hear that shit,” Trey snapped, turning his nose up at Ant. “Keep talking, Money gone beat yo ass anyway.”
Ant, Jiggs, Jew and Drew all looked toward Jack and I. He had pushed me to sit down on the hood of my car.
“Damn, Money pulling ‘nat?” Ant said.
“White boys…” Jew shook his head.
“Money, stop caking…Bitch ass.” Ant stated.
“…fuck you say?” Jack asked, looking up at the guys. There was silence from the others while Trey laughed.
“Man, com’on. Let’s go.” Trey said, hopping up and over to Jack and I. “Lemme get those keys, though.” He smiled at me.
I dropped the keys into Trey’s hands, he hopped in the driver’s seat while Jiggs and Ant jumped into the BMW. Jew, though, jumped into the passenger seat of my car.
“Uhm, excuse me?” I said, looking at Trey. “Sir, you gone have’ta get’cho ass i’na back.”
“Oh…” Jew smiled and hopped in the back. Meanwhile, Jack was talking all suave in my ear about how I looked.
“Com’on…” I said, nudging Jack all sexy.
“Com’on?” he asked, standing up. I watched him stretch, his eyes glistening in the moonlight.
“Yeah, com’on. Let’s go,” I said.
“I’m not going to the game,” Jack informed me.
“Why not?” I said, disappointed.
“Man, come’on Katie,” I heard as the car started up. Trey was letting me know he was ready to go. But I couldn’t pay attention to that.
“Why the fuck you goin to this game?” Jack asked me.
“Cuz my brother ask me to go,” I told him.
“Be real, Hot Rod. He ask you to use your car,” Jack said, losing all his hood vernacular.
“So, what? That doesn’t mean you can’t come, too,” I replied.
“Hot Rod, I’m not on that gang shit. Last time we went out was cool. This not the same thing. I don’t be fighting and bullshit. That’s not what I do,” he explained.
“You got a buncha guns,” I pointed out.
“So, what that got to do with anything?” he asked.
“What you tryna say, that’s what Trey’n’em do?” I wanted to know.
“Yeah,” he said, looking to the side. “That’s what the fuck they do.”
“But they’re your friends,” I said.
“Hot Rod, yeah, those are my boys. All day long. Until they start trippin’. Each one of those mu’fuckas been to jail several times, except Jiggs. But if he keep fuckin with them, he on his way, too.” Jack shrugged.
“You never been to jail?” I asked.
“I been locked up once, that’s not what I do. I’m tryna make sure my mom got somebody, cuz all she got is me. I’m not tryna get caught up in no stupid shit,” he said.
“But you be slanging,” I replied. He sighed.
“Yeah, I do, but. I been doing that since I was a kid, Hot Rod. I don’t start shit. Simple,” Jack said.
“What’s the difference?” I asked.
“The difference is they go looking for shit. I don’t,” Jack explained. I rolled my eyes.
“Whatever, Jack.” I pouted.
“Whatever. But I bet you be in some shit tonight. Don’t call me,” he said.
“Bye,” I snapped with an attitude.
“Bye!” he replied breezily. I rolled my eyes. I pushed hi
m off of me and walked to the passenger door, opened it, got in, and slammed the door.
“What’s wrong with you?” Trey asked as I folded my arms.
“Nothing.” I pouted. Jack stood there knowingly. A few seconds went by. His smug smirk almost made me not want to get out of the car. But I had to. I couldn’t leave without tasting him.
I got out the car, still pouting, which I don’t generally do. But I was different when it came to Jack. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me, tongue first, hard. I didn’t want to leave him.
“Damn…” Ant said, watching Jack and I make out.
“Man, com’on,” Trey urged.
“Bye,” I said, looking innocently at Jack.
“Bye.” He smirked.
I got back in the car and folded my arms as I watched Jack walk up to Drew.
“What’s wrong now?” Trey asked me, clearly annoyed with my childish behavior.
“Nothing…” I mumbled.
“Something wrong,” Trey noted.
“I just don’t see why he’s not coming?” I said.
“Cuz him and Drew ‘bout to go get fucked up. Money not like us. His name Money cuz that mu’fucka be about his money,” Trey explained.
“No, his name is Money because that’s what they called him in high school,” I said.
“Either way, anything that fuck up his money, he ain’t gone do,” Trey explained to me.
“How is this gonna fuck his money up?” I asked my brother.
“Cuz, Katie. We Loone Toones!” Trey said loudly, and he and Jew started speaking gibberish as they bro hand shook. Trey sped off down the street. I rolled my eyes.
…the fuck is Loone Toones? I wondered.
Chapter Nine: Squad Up
Considering it was fall, it wasn’t that cold. And as “fine” as I was, there was no way I was wearing a jacket. If it was cold, then I was just going to have to be cold. Everyone was out. All the hoochies, the butches, the prisses, the jocks, the nerds, the hippies, the thugs, the mean girls, everybody from all walks of life, any social status, even any age, really, doing the most.
The football stadium was lit up. As Trey drove around a few more times than he needed to in the parking lot, we found a parking space way over in some corner, probably so we could have a long dramatic entrance. Which we did. It was as if we had our own theme music. I knew my brother was only sixteen and hadn’t even graduated high school, but when he stepped out of the car, it was like he was famous. As we walked through the parking lot, headed toward the gates of the stadium, people turned and stopped to acknowledge him. He waved as if we were his entourage, and we were along for his ride of fame. I looked behind Trey, and I expected to see Jew, Jiggs, and Ant, but what I saw was a trail of young men, dressed in graffiti hoodies and tall sneaker boots.
