I Like Dirt (Jack. Book 2)

by Laine Watson

  That was the end of that conversation. It’s funny as you get older those little things, like flowers and good morning texts mean the world to you. We talked about some other random things, but nothing important. I had been planning on spending the night, but I ended up leaving. I told Bianca good bye, and she watched me from the door as I got in my car. I sighed, just thinking for a moment after I closed the door.

  It was dark and quiet. Why does it matter? He wouldn’t remember me. Would he? I was just another girl. It figures that when I met the only person who reminds me of Jack, I’d find him and feel something for him. And Jack know his ass, I thought, shaking my head. But he’s not Jack.

  Chapter Seventeen: Semi-Charmed Life

  I left Bianca’s house feeling a bit sad. Jack wasn’t cheating on me. But it was another thing, because we hadn’t really been together since the morning. I know that is excessive. But I love Jack. So that’s how it is. I didn’t invest too much thought into what Bianca had said about him going to do something, or to get something. I was more concerned about being alone for however long it took for him to get back. I hadn’t been alone for a while. I always was able to have Jack. I had gotten used to that.

  As I drove down the street to the main road to go right or to the left. The left would take me to Jack’s house, and the right would take me to the road to my house. It seemed stupid to go home. I didn’t want to be there, and I’d just go to Jack’s whenever he came back. So, I turned left and headed to Jack’s house. My shoulders were low, and though I hate to admit it, I was definitely pouting. Sometimes I loathe myself for the things Jack makes me do. I stopped the car and got out and moped toward the house.

  I noticed Trey, Ant and Jiggs standing out in front next door, but I didn’t want to talk to them.

  “Where Money?” Trey asked, jogging over to me before I stepped into the yard. I looked at him and rolled my eyes, and then kept walking toward the door. Trey was a bit offset by that, and I could tell he was starting to think.

  I opened the door to the house and Jack’s mom, Stephanie, was sitting on the sofa. I left Trey standing right there as I closed the door.

  “Well, you look like hell.” She smiled.

  “Is Jack gone already?” I asked her.

  “I’m sorry baby, he is. And I don’t know when he’s coming back,” she admitted.

  “Me neither.” I sighed.

  “If you wanna stay, you can. You know you’re always welcome here,” she offered.

  “I know,” I mumbled.

  “Aw, come over here and sit with me for a while. Let me cheer you up, little puppy love baby.” She smiled. I moped over to her. I sat down on the other sofa. I looked it over.

  “Is this the sofa from the other house?” I asked, frowning in curiosity.

  “Sure is.” She smiled.

  “Why’d you keep it?” I wondered.

  “When you get older, things are gonna mean something to you and may mean absolutely nothing to anyone else,” she explained. “I wanna tell you something,” she paused, “Sometimes, I don’t know if you love Jackie the way you think you do. He’s my son, I have to look out for him. And girls, as they always have been, are drawn to Jackie. He’s got an addictive personality.”

  “I know…but I love him,” I said.

  “I know you think you do, and maybe you do, but I’m sorry, Katie. It’s hard to believe a girl like you would want my Jackie,” she replied sadly.

  “What’s a girl like me?” I asked, a bit hurt.

  “Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying you’re a bad girl. You’re a good girl,” she told me.

  She don’t know me, I thought.

  “I’m saying, you’re pretty. You got a lotta stuff going on for you, and Jackie…Jackie’s just here.” She shrugged.

  I wanted to snap, but she was all Jack had, and he was all she had, and I didn’t want to be on either one of their bad sides. I said nothing. I just sat there.

  “I’m sorry, I know you think it might just be the booze talking,” she said. I didn’t see any booze, no glasses on the table; there was nothing. I didn’t comment on that. She stopped talking and nodded off a little. I felt a bit awkward.

  She popped her head up.

  “What were we talking about?” she asked. I didn’t want to talk about Jack and I, or how she felt we were. So, I went back to the original conversation.

  “What does this sofa mean to you?” I asked her.

  “Oh, yeah. It means I can take care of me and Jackie all by myself. When I had absolutely nothing, I bought this. It was raggedy, ugly, smelly, and cheap. But it was mine. I cleaned it up as best I could. And even if we didn’t have beds, we had somewhere soft to lay our heads. And we did, until I found a job and was able to get us more stuff. But yep. It was the first thing I bought with my money,” she said proudly.

  I smiled.

  There came a knock at the door. We both looked to toward the door as it opened.

  “Ms. Stephanie?” Trey’s smooth voice said.

  “Oh Trey. You didn’t go with Jackie?” she asked.

  “No ma’am,” he answered humbly, as he stepped inside of the house.

  “You hungry? I gotta go to work in a little while, but I can fix you something,” Jack’s mom offered.

  “I’m good. No, thank you.” Trey smiled.

  “Alright. Well, I don’t know when Jackie’s coming back,” Stephanie said.

  “That’s okay. Katie. Let me holla at you for a second,” Trey said. I rolled my eyes and got up and headed toward the door. Stephanie smiled at me.

  “She’ll be just fine when Jackie gets back.” She laughed, “Ain’t that a shame?” I giggled to myself as she got up and went into the kitchen.

  But she doesn’t know if I’m the right kind of girl for Jack? I wondered.

  Trey shut the door, and I sat down on the little step outside. He sat down next to me. I pretended to ignore Trey.

  “Katie?” he said.

  I looked up at the stars in the sky.

  “What?” I said finally.

  “I know you heard me talking to you. Where Money?” he asked. I ignored him more and then finally answered.

  “He’s in Florence,” I told him, rolling my eyes. Trey nodded and folded his arms over his knees. I thought it was a good time to stop ignoring him and maybe ask some questions.

  “So…so why y’all go to Florence?” I asked nonchalantly.

  “Y’all?” Trey asked, offended.

  “Bianca said y’all be going over there,” I said.

  “Yeah. At one point, we was. But Katie, I already told you Money be on some other shit,” Trey reminded me.

  “Okay, but you go over there, too. So, you be on some shit, too,” I said with an attitude.

  “I go over there to get…inventory. I don’t go over there to kick it with them mu’fuckas. I don’t deal with them like that,” he told me.

  “With who?” I asked.

  Trey stared at me for a moment. He sighed heavily.

  “Okay.” He sighed again, “Look, it’s these white dudes. Uh…Pete and Joe. They got this whole operation they be running out they gran’mamma house.”

  “Their gra’mas house?” I asked. That seemed odd.

  “Yeah, shit. She s’posed to be in somebody nursing home, but she ‘round here setting up heists and shit.” Trey laughed, “Why he say he went over there?”

  “To get a tattoo,” I answered. Trey brushed his wavy hair forward with his hands.

  “Man, it’s a bunch of shit going on over there, so yeah, he might be getting a tattoo, but his ass gone come back with stacks, bricks and a whole bunch of other shit.” Trey smiled. “Like, Money be making paper. He just be smoking his shit up, too. But for real. I was just tryna make sure Money ain’t do nothing stupid,” Trey confessed.

  “Like what?” I asked, confused.

  “You may not know this, but Money got a problem. Not all the time, but shit be real sometimes. I was just saying cuz he walk
ed off today. I know he be emotional and shit. Want people to think he hard, but he not,” Trey commented.

  “You mean like you?” I asked.

  “I am hard. Ask about me,” Trey said.

  “Shut up!” I laughed.

  “Nah, but for real. I just wanna make sure ain’t nothing pop off between you and him. Y’all straight?” Trey asked.

  “Yeah.” I smiled, squeezing my arm where there was still a slight bruise, “But what do you mean ‘pop off’?”

  “I mean, sometimes he be so fucked up, he don’t know what he be doing. Like a couple times, he tried to fight me. We had to pull him off his moms, too, once,” Trey said.

  “What?” I asked, my stomach dropping.

  “Yeah, like…” Trey said.

  “Well, it’s just that Jack…” I stated, wanting to defend him.

  “Stop…right now. You can’t justify none of that shit. Have you ever seen him trippin’ like that?” Trey asked.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “No, you haven’t. But when you see that shit, you gone know,” Trey warned me.

  I thought for a moment. How you know I haven’t ever seen him like that?

  “I know you’re just trying to look out for me, but…” I said.

  “Nah, it’s cool. Do what you wanna do. I know you think you know him, and that’s my boy, that’s my motha fucking brotha, all day. But Katie, that shit is no joke,” Trey explained.

  I nodded.

  “You ain’t hearing me,” he said and stood up.

  “I do hear you, brothee.” I smiled.

  He nodded. I stood up, too.

  “So, what you ‘bout to do? Just post up at his crib ‘til he get back?” Trey laughed, “Man, you love him and shit. Like you sprung, or I’on know. Man, how can you even kiss him, ugh!” Trey laughed harder.

  “Shut up! How can Bianca kiss you?” I asked. We both laughed.

  “Bianca grill is perfect. Money look like he be brushing his teeth with butter!” Trey laughed.

  “No, he don’t. Shut up,” I said, hitting Trey playfully. I sighed, “Trey?”

  “What?”

  “I love you.” I smiled.

  “Now that’s something we ain’t hear growing up,” Trey said sadly. I smiled at him tranquilly.

  We hugged, and then Trey went his way, and I went back into the house. Stephanie was no longer sitting on the old raggedy sofa. I figured that she had gone upstairs to her room. I passed through the living room and down the hall to Jack’s room. I sat my phone down on the nightstand next to Jack’s bed, and I took off all my clothes, slowly, piece by piece, and sat down on the bed. I sat for a moment, and then I laid down and pulled the covers over me. I turned the TV on with the volume down. I thought for a moment longer.

  I don’t know why Jack had to go way out there. Oh shit. What if he really is gonna hang out with Dylan? Who can I text? Peyton.

  Peyton was one of my good friends from Dodges. I don’t know if she liked me or pitied me. Either way, I was texting her.

  I sat up and grabbed my phone off the nightstand and texted her.

  “Wyd?” it said.

  A few short minutes that seemed long passed before she texted back.

  “Hanging out,” she said.

  “Oh. Cool,” I texted. “You still hang out with Rookie’nem?” I asked in another text.

  “Yeah. Why?! I thought you said you ain’t like him,” she responded.

  “I don’t. I was just asking,” I said.

  “You sure? I’mma tell him you asking about him. He right here,” she replied.

  “No, I just know this dude Money who said he was cool with him. Where y’all at?” I sent.

  “Over these dudes house,” Peyton said.

  “Is a dude name Money with y’all?” I asked.

  A few minutes went by.

  “Yeah. Why?” she asked.

  “Cuz. I’m talking to him. I was just tryna make sure he wasn’t over there with no bitch,” I said.

  “He definitely ain’t over here with no bitch. You fucking with him for real?” she asked.

  “Yeah…” I texted.

  “You just love you a dirty ass white boy, don’t you? First Rook, then Chad, now this motherfucker. SMH,” she texted.

  “And you don’t love a dirty dick?” I asked her.

  “But you fucking with this dude? You ain’t got no standards,” she texted.

  “Bitch, you ain’t got no standards,” I sent back.

  “Higher than yours,” she texted.

  “You still sucking Phillip dick? While you talking ‘bout standards,” I replied.

  “You dirty lol,” she said.

  I smiled.

  “Okay. I’m bout to go to sleep,” I texted.

  “Alright. Bye bitch!” Peyton sent.

  “Bye bitch!” I said, “You’on ever text me no other time, talkin bout Rook…” I smiled. I hadn’t talked to her since I had moved in with Becs. And I didn’t talk to her for years after that. Sometimes you forget things when other things happen.

  I laid the phone down on the night stand with a smile. I snuggled into Jack’s pillow and shut my eyes. I fell asleep.

  I was jolted awake by someone sitting down on the bed. It was Jack. I turned over toward him. He was taking his shoes off. He seemed fidgety.

  “Hi,” I whispered.

  “Hey,” he said.

  “What time is it?” I asked.

  “I dunno,” he said. He didn’t sound like himself. Well, he sounded like himself, like he was too cool for school. I liked who Jack was. But he wasn’t…Jack. The Jack that I knew was sexy to me, well, sexier. He was natural, he had swagger, he was real.

  I wanted him in a way that I hadn’t before.

  “Jack?” I asked.

  “Yeah?” he said, getting in the bed and turning to me. I jumped back. His eyes were bloodshot, and his skin seemed paler than usual. He smelled funny.

  “W-what did you do tonight?” I asked, moving back from him.

  “Shit,” he answered.

  “Did you get a tattoo?” I asked.

  “Yeah…” he said, showing me his arm. It was a lion, roaring.

  “Wow, that’s awesome,” I said, impressed.

  “Yeah, I know, right?” I said. He sounded so sexy to me. His real voice, without all the I’m hip, I’m cool, I’m down, it wasn’t there. It was Jack, the way, I guess, I wanted him. Even though he looked completely zoned, I wanted to fuck him, right then.

  “Jack…” I said.

  “Yeah?” He smiled.

  I squirmed under the covers pushing myself into the pillow.

  “You want it, baby?” he asked.

  “Yeah…” I nodded. Oh my gosh, if you… let me explain something really quickly. You want to get me wet? You want me to moan for your dick inside of me? You wanna fuck me until we both cum? Be fucking Jack Fitzheigken, and call me baby, I thought.

  Having sex with Jack was always the best thing in the world to me. But having him how I wanted him was even better. It was more intense, and I couldn’t think during sex with him that night. It was harder, it made me scream. It hollowed me out. It did everything that sex with the person you love should do.

  I like sex, and then sex took me over. But sex like this, for full and pure pleasure on every level was a new thing for me. Jack being Jack was a new thing for me.

  You can say white boys don’t have big dicks, you can say they wouldn’t know what do to with it if they had one, I thought. You could even say they can’t handle you. And maybe they can’t. But that’s just because you have never fucked Jack Fitzheigken and that’s fine. We’ll keep it that way.

  Needless to say, Jack couldn’t stop going. It was like he was a machine, with so much passion. I know that doesn’t make sense, but it’s how it was. I had three orgasms before he had even had one. But the orgasms I had that night could have probably lasted me through all my panic attacks. We were on the bed, on the floor, in the chair, up against the wall.
I mean, I know I’m skinny, but damn, do you have to throw me all over the room? Kissing while making love, having sex, is amazing, and Jack, even though he smelled weird, the perspiration and adrenaline covered the smell. He was creative, attentive, rough, gentle, and he gave me chills. And when it was over, I laid down next to him.

  “That was good, baby?” Jack asked, kissing my chest.

  “Jack.” I whispered, painfully seductive, “Why can’t you be like this all the time?”

  “So, yes? It was good.” He smiled and sighed. Even his sigh was sexy.

  Maybe it was because we hadn’t been away from each other for a while, and I missed him while he was gone. I don’t know. But those last couple of times we had had sex it just got better and better. He sniffed and got out of the bed.

  “Where you going?” I asked.

  “Nowhere,” he said, rummaging through some bags in the closet. I sat up and looked at him as he sat down on the bed. There were some things in his hand. He moved the nightstand in front of him, cracking his neck to the left. He laid a few items down on the surface of the nightstand: a glass tube, long with a bubble on the end, and then a small tube coming from the bubble, a lighter, crystally, white powder in a small Ziploc bag, and a bottle of water.

  I sat up all the way and crossed my legs behind him.

  “What’s that?” I asked, looking over his shoulder.

  “A bong…a pipe.” He sniffed. He mixed the water with the contents of the bag inside the tube and then he lit it, keeping the light on the bubble part.

  “What’re you doing?” I asked, studying him as I leaned on his wooden headboard.

  “I’m ‘bout to smoke,” he said.

  I gulped.

  “Is’at—is that weed?” I asked.

  “Nah, baby. It’s not weed,” he replied. Believe it or not, that sentence, even though I was all fucked out, made me want to fuck him. I swallowed and tried to focus on what was happening.

  “W-w-what is it?” I shrugged.

  “It’s…don’t…nothing,” he said. I licked my lips. My eyes were sad. I think I knew what it was. I just, I didn’t want to admit it.

  He continued to turn the tube slowly as the lighter turned the clear glass cloudy. He took a puff, and another, and another. It seemed to calm him down. The white smoke coming from his mouth seem to hypnotize me. I could only watch.