by Laine Watson
“I didn’t leave you. I was pissed,” Jack texted back. Bianca continued to talk while I continued to text Jack. I nodded when I looked over, but I heard nothing.
“Trey and Jiggs n’em beat dude up in his yard. How did they even know where he lives?” I texted, quickly placing the phone on my lap and turning back to Bianca.
“…and all he ever do is stupid shit anyway,” she was saying, gesturing with her hands as she spoke. “He be worried about what other people think. His ass need to be worried about what his kids think about him. Not these other low life niggas who ain’t doing shit with they life.”
“Come over here,” I texted to Jack before he responded.
“Yeah, Trey does need some new friends,” I agreed.
“Shit, he need a new outlook on life. When I got with him, I ain’t think, shit, years later, he was still gone be doing the same stuff he was doing when he was sixteen,” she said emphatically.
It was always funny to hear people’s outlook on Trey. Trey had just turned sixteen, but he wanted everybody to believe he was like twenty or twenty-two.
I smirked as my phone buzzed.
Bianca continued to talk as I was about to check my messages.
“Is you even listening to me?” she asked, “Who you texting?” I looked up at her, and finally, something had my attention other than texting Jack. Now I was going to have to find a way to skate around the fact that I was dating someone who she thought was jack-ass crazy.
I smiled.
“One of Trey friends,” I admitted.
“Oh my gawd. You talking to one of Trey friends? Which one? Cuz they all trifflin’. Please not Jew? Cuz his ass is a liar,” Bianca said.
“It’s not him,” I told her.
“Okay. Not Ant, cuz that nigga smell like shit!” she laughed, “And please tell me not Drew with his ‘I live in a trailer park, but I’m the shit looking ass.’” Bianca turned up her nose and rolled her eyes.
“It’s not them, either.” I smiled.
“It bet not be Jiggs, unless you tryna be a pedophile like you stupid ass brother.” She lost sight of the conversation, “How the fuck you gone be like twenty, fucking a fifteen-year-old? Nasty ass.” She rolled her eyes.
“You bogus.” I laughed. I wanted to tell her she was older than him, but I didn’t want to rat my brother out.
“No, I’m not. You know yo brother nasty,” she said.
“But you like it!” I insisted.
“Yeah, you right!” she laughed for a moment, and I joined in. She stopped laughing as I continued to laugh.
“Uh-uh bitch. Don’t even try it. Tryna change the subject. Which one of Trey nasty ass friends you texting?” she said sternly.
“No. It’s not like that. He just so happens to be cool with Trey. I met him when I was, like, a little girl,” I admitted.
“Damn, and you still fuck with him?” she asked me.
“Well, I hadn’t seen him till recently for like years,” I explained.
“Dang, that’s deep,” she said.
“Yeah, I lost my virginity to him.” I smiled.
“Oh my gawd, girl,” Bianca said.
“I know right.” I smirked.
“What’s his name?” she asked.
“Jack.”
“Jack?” she scoffed. “Trey ain’t got no friends named Jack.” She laughed. I rolled my eyes.
“Money…”
“Money real name Jack?” she snickered, “He white as fuck. But I shoulda known.” I shrugged.
“Yeah, I don’t wanna hear any shit about him.”
“Like, he crazy? If you been knowing him since y’all was little, then you already know that shit.”
“So…I’m crazy too.”
“Y’all crazy in two different ways.” She paused, “You know he be doing hard shit?”
“Like what?”
“Like snorting, pills and other shit. I heard a lotta shit about his ass. Money be fucked up, real talk.” She looked at me, concerned.
“Whatever that means. But I mean, Trey do a bunch of shit, too,” I said defensively. “It’s all the same.”
“No, it’s not,” she informed me. “He be outta his motherfucking mind. I seen’t the shit.”
“Like, what?” I asked with an attitude.
“Like, he not the same fucking person. Money is cool as shit. He weird, but he cool. And I don’t mean like I wanna hangout with his ass, I mean like, he don’t do dumb shit. He just be chillin’. But when he be fucked up.” She shook her head, “I’on even know.” She paused, “But I mean, other than that, he cool. You know, I’on fuck with white boys, but.” She shrugged, “He Trey real friend, not like them other motherfuckers.”
I was listening to her words. I hadn’t responded to the text messages that I heard coming in because I was too busy trying to defend Jack, so he ended up calling. I looked at my phone and smiled at Bianca.
Bianca looked at me, raising an eyebrow.
“That nigga stalk-calling you, so I guess he want you.” Bianca shrugged with a smile, “Don’t listen to me. My baby daddy ain’t shit, either, so I can’t talk.” She smiled. I ignored her saying Jack wasn’t shit and answered the phone.
“Hello,” I said.
“Where you at?” Jack asked me.
“I’m at Bianca’s house,” I replied.
“Oh.” Jack said, “alright.” He hung up the phone. I pouted for a moment, then hated myself for pouting. I sniffed.
Bianca was looking at me like she didn’t know what to say. About three minutes passed, and my phone rang again.
“Hello,” I said, pouting.
“Come outside,” Jack instructed.
“Okay.” I ended the call and scrambled up.
“What the fuck wrong with you?” Bianca laughed.
“Jack is here. I’m just gonna go see him for a minute, okay?” I said, not even staying around to hear her answer. I walked up the stairs and out of the front door, closing it behind me. I saw Jack’s car, but I didn’t see Jack. I walked to the front porch steps and looked in his car, but he wasn’t there. He wasn’t on the street, he wasn’t in the grass, he wasn’t down the street. I passed the garage and looked on the side of the house. There was Jack.
“What are you doing?” I asked, walking over to him.
“Nothing…” he said. He was smoking a cigarette. He finished it and flicked the butt into the grass. He kissed me, taking me roughly in his arms.
“What’s wrong with you?” I smiled because I liked when Jack was controlling, in a way.
“Nothing. Listen, I’m ‘bout to go take care of some business,” Jack said.
“What business?” I asked.
“I’m ‘bout to go get a tattoo,” Jack explained.
“A tattoo?” I said, annoyed.
“Yeah.”
“Where?” I asked.
“Why?” He looked at me, questioning.
“Because I wanna know,” I said.
“Florence.”
“Why you going all the way out to Florence?” I asked.
“To kick it with some homies,” he replied vaguely. I rolled my eyes.
“You just said you was getting a tattoo.”
Jack ignored my statement.
“You don’t wanna kick it with me?” I asked.
“You kickin’ it with your friends. Why I can’t kick it with mine?” he asked.
“I wanna go,” I said.
“Nawh, you can’t go,” he told me.
“Why not?” I asked, disappointed.
“Cuz, no…” Jack said lightly.
“You going to see a bitch?” I asked him sassily.
“Bye, Hot Rod,” he said, letting my back fall on the siding of the house as he walked off. I reached for him, grabbing his arm.
“Jack…”
He turned around forcefully and walked over to me, placing one hand on the siding next to my face. We stared into each other’s eyes intensely.
“You want me to
fuck you?” he asked me. I hadn’t thought about it, but after he said it, I wanted it really bad, especially now that he was going to be gone for a while.
“Yeah,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck as he kissed me.
If he fucks me good enough, maybe he’ll be too tired to go anywhere, I thought to myself.
I thought we were going to get into his car and drive to his house, but Jack had other plans. He lifted up my dress.
“Jack…no!” I whispered, “Take me home.”
“Hot Rod, I’m getting ready to go. Either I fuck you now, or it’s not gonna happen,” he said, pulling his erect penis out and sliding it under my dress. He didn’t slide it into my vagina, though.
How could I tell him no, though? It was right there.
“Okay…” I said lightly and sexily, giving in to him. He stuck his hand under my dress and felt around my vagina. I wasn’t wet. He slid one of his fingers inside of me, teasing me lightly until I began to grow damp. I moaned, biting my lip. He smiled, his eyes on my face. He slid another finger inside of me, working me until I was panting.
He held me by my shoulders and pushed his dick inside of me. He continued to watch my reaction. He lifted my left leg up and put it around him as he began to pump. I didn’t want to stand up, it was too hard for me to focus on keeping my balance and shit.
“Jack…” I said before we had even really gotten started. He was just starting to speed up, but if felt so good I couldn’t help it.
The smirk on his face let me know that he had known exactly how it was going to feel, and that I wasn’t going to be able to handle it from the beginning, which turned him on more. He began to thrust harder. It was getting difficult to keep up with him. I panted.
“Jack…stop…” I begged. He didn’t listen.
His dick, from that angle, was hitting my clit, too. My orgasm came almost immediately, overwhelming me with ecstasy. I cried out as it tore through my body. Jack could feel it as he kissed me, biting my bottom lip.
The sound of our heavy breaths was loud in my ears.
“Oh, gawd…” I moaned from the amazingness of it, “Jack…Jack…” I whispered.
I don’t say things while I’m having sex. I moan and I have orgasms, but Jack was doing too much. Even my fingers were tingling. I felt like I was going to fly right out of my body. As I came, I pushed him out of me and fell to the ground, not even able to control myself. At that moment, Jack had started to come, and it splattered everywhere as he finished himself off in the grass. I swallowed, moistening my dry mouth. I got up heavily.
“Jack, what the fuck?” I asked.
“That was fucking awesome. I love it when you can’t take it. The more I fuck you, the wetter you get,” Jack said.
“Jack, fuck me again,” I demanded.
“Nah, Hot Rod. I’m leaving. You couldn’t even take that,” Jack told me.
“I can take it,” I insisted. Up until that point, that was the absolute best sex we had ever had, coupled with the bathroom sex from months earlier.
“Jack…”
“Don’t say please. I told you I had something to do. Now tell me you love me,” he instructed me. I pouted, and I hated Jack for making me pout.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
I rolled my eyes. Jack took my hand and walked me to the steps.
“Okay, see ya later,” he said.
“Bye…” I mumbled, still pouty. Jack smirked.
“You’re obnoxious,” he said as he walked away from me. He got in his car and drove off.
I stamped my foot and shouted a little before I stomped up the stairs, slammed the door and locked it. I stomped down the stairs to Bianca’s room, then sat on Bianca’s bed and folded my arms.
“Damn, what?” Bianca said.
“Jack talkin’ bout he going to Florence to get a tattoo. What the fuck you going an hour away to get a damn tattoo?” I said, angry.
“What he say, you can’t go?” she asked.
“Yeah, so I’m like, you going to see a bitch? Then he got pissed off at me.” I rolled my eyes.
“Did he say bye?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said, looking at her.
“Then he straight.” Bianca laughed. I rolled my eyes.
“He ain’t going over there for no damn tattoo. You think he going to see a bitch?” I asked.
“Girl, nawh! I never seen Money with no girl. You the only mufucka in the whole metropolitan area who’a even talk to him,” she assured me.
“What you tryna say?” I asked.
“I already told you. Ain’t nobody tryna fuck with nobody who be losing they fuckin mind all the time. I know bitches who tried to fuck with him. I mean Money fine, but shit, ain’t nobody got time to be getting they ass beat and shit,” Bianca said.
I didn’t really hear her because I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, but then I smiled. Bianca looked at me strange, trying to see what I was hiding in that smile. She knew.
“Bitch, don’t be fucking at my house,” she snapped, playfully serious. I laughed. She shook her head as I rolled my eyes playfully.
“Ooh, he get on my nerves!” I scoffed. Bianca laughed. “I just want him to fuck me again.”
“Bitch, you just got fucked,” Bianca said.
“So…you don’t understand, his dick is like magic,” I told her.
“Damn, that nigga dicknatized you.” Bianca laughed. I smirked, still a little pissed at Jack.
“I don’t understand why he has to go!” I pouted.
“Because he ‘bout to get fucked up. I’m telling you, when he on that shit, he be somebody else. Don’t nobody wanna deal with that shit,” Bianca said.
“I don’t get it. What does he do?” I asked.
“Ugh, you sound white. Shut up!” Bianca complained, rolling her eyes. I rolled mine back at her.
“What he be doing?” I said with an attitude.
“I’on know. I can’t explain it. He just be…” she paused as she had a thought, “Okay, this one time, we was all just at Money house…”
“I thought you ain’t like to go over there,” I said.
“And this why!” she said, rolling her eyes at me. “We was all just chilling, you know, they was smoking and shit. Then Money just started fucking shit up. You could tell he was high as fuck. This nigga was shooting guns in the air, screaming, just wilding the fuck out. He start flipping over chairs and cussing people out. Trey was trying to calm him down. This mufucka started crying.”
“Jack?” I asked in disbelief.
“Money, Bitch. Who finna call him Jack? …the fuck?” Bianca said, “Yeah, him and Trey started fighting, couldn’t nobody even say nothing to them. I just got up and left. Ant n’em tryna stop them from fighting. You know I’m nosey, so I was sitting in my car. Money passed out in the front yard in the middle of the fight. We thought he was dead.”
“Oh my gawd. How long ago was that?” I asked.
“That was like…a year ago. That’s why I don’t go over there, cuz you never know who the fuck he gone be,” she explained. “And I’on fuck with Trey friends like that no way. They all some deadbeats.”
“Has Trey ever done any hard shit?” I asked her.
“Girl, you know Trey soft. He be tryna act like he hard, but you and me both know he ain’t. That mu’fucka was in the hospital after a laced blunt, so you know he not ‘bout to try no meth or coke.” Bianca laughed.
“True…” I agreed. My mind was settled, until I had a thought. Florence? By Dodges? I wonder if he’s going to see his ‘friend’. Bianca noticed that my mind was somewhere else.
“What?” she asked.
“Jack said he was going to Florence. He said he had a friend out that way,” I said.
“A friend?” Bianca raised an eyebrow.
“I know his friend,” I told her, pursing my lips.
“It’s a dude or a bitch?” Bianca asked.
“It’s a dude.” I sighed, “If it’s th
e same dude. I know it’s the same dude, cuz they got the same tattoo.”
“Oh, okay. I was ‘bout to say.” Bianca smiled.
“Yeah, but dude was fucked up, too. I mean, I don’t know a lot about him. But shit, he was pretty deep into drugs,” I said.
“Okay?” Bianca asked.
“I mean, I kinda used to talk to him,” I admitted.
“Damn, you love a fucking strung-out motherfucker,” she said.
“No, it was just he reminded me of Jack. That’s the only reason why I talked to him,” I confessed.
“So, what? You think they ‘bout to link up?” Bianca asked.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged anxiously.
“What you worried about?” she asked.
“Uhm, I mean we kissed a few times,” I said. I did not tell her that Dylan and I saw each other for six months. I did not tell her any parts of our relationship. I couldn’t.
“Okay, so? I don’t get it,” she said.
“I just hope my name don’t come up,” I replied.
“Girl, please. Trust and believe if Money going over to Florence, the last thing either one of them gone be doing is talking about bitches,” she assured me.
“How you know?” I asked.
“Cuz, when Trey went out to Florence it was for two things: to pick up something or do something. So, Money might be getting a tattoo. But that ain’t the only shit he doing,” Bianca said. We didn’t talk anymore about it. I don’t know why it meant so much to me, anyway. I mean, Dylan Oliver.
I sighed.
“So, what it’s like to be with a white boy?” she asked me.
“What?”
“Like, is it different?” she went on.
“Different than what?”
“Than being with a black dude? Like, do Money be all romantic and shit? Saying weak-ass, corny lines and shit?” she asked teasingly.
“Well, you know he a Taurus, so all he believe in is food and fucking. But it’s the same with everybody except Jack. Jack doesn’t have to do all that extra shit, cuz he shut it down, every time,” I told her.
“What extra shit?”
“Like, me and Jack are together all the time,” I explained. “What the fuck I’mma do with some flowers or some texts? I don’t have to worry about that shit with Jack, he’s fucking right there, ready to fuck me, ready to just live life with me. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing, at the end of the day, we fucking, so…” I shrugged.
