I woke up with a strong ass headache I didn't remember anything literally, I rolled out of bed and mad my way downstairs. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water.
"You're finally awake" I turned around only to see Mel sitting in the living room and she looked horrible
"The fuck are you in my house for ?" I spat looking at her up and down
"Excuse me you're the one who fucking raped me you crazy psycho path. I bet the world would love to know that their star basketball player is also some crazy ass rapist with issues." she screamed grabbing her purse
What the fuck are you talking about shut the fuck up !"
"Oh what are you gonna do hit me."
"I swear to god Mel If you don-" I took a deep breathe and clenched my fist
"HIT ME GO AHEAD DO IT HIT MEEEEEEEEEEEEE." she screamed and my face
I clenched my jaw and before I knew it my fist connected to her face
she stood there and put her hand against her cheek and held it for a while before tears started pouring down from her face
she grabbed her bag and started to leave out the door,
I couldn't let something like this ruin my career and there was no guarantee Melanie was gonna keep her mouth shut."
"Yo c'mon here" I said catching up to her
"Leave me alone."
"Look I'll pay you whatever you want." I said pulling my wallet out and she turned to look at me
"I don't want your stupid money you're not gonna buy your way out of this like you do everything else, is money gonna unrape me ? Huh !"
I stood there silently, not knowing what to say
"Exactly what I thought you really are pathetic." she spat before I grabbed her and started taking her back into my house.
"GET OFF OF ME BEFORE I CALL THE COPS." she said kicking and I closed the door and threw her on the couch
"What do you want for breakfast ?"
"Don't pretend like this didn't happen cus it did, like I said before your looks, friends or money isn't gonna get you out of this.You put your hands on me you're gonna pay." she said trying to get off the couch and I pushed her back down
"I know what can get me out of this." I said smirking and she rolled her eyes
"Get off of me before I get some people on you." she spat and I held her down and pulled her panties off
"Asante stop it right now." she squeezed her legs together tightly trying to push me away
"Ahhh c'mon baby don't be like that." I said pulling them apart I went down on her and licked her clit before eating her out
"Asante stooooop." she moan before arching her back
I kept going and softly rubbed her clit
"Okay okay I'm sorry." she said panting and I came up and Kissed her neck
"Mhmmm you forgive me." I said in her neck and she nodded
"you a hundred percent sure." I smiled and poked out my bottom lip and she laughed as I laid in between her legs.
I didn't really want a relationship with this chick but the way things were going I already got myself into it so.
"Who's Angela ?" Mel asked sitting up and I snapped out my thoughts
"why do you ask"
" Because you have six unread messages from her ?"
“You look beautiful baby girl.” My daddy said coming into my room. He only got that one sentence in before my mom was kicking him out again. She’s been doing that all day kicking people out and telling them they can’t see me before I’m ready.
“Mama! Let him stay in here if he wants to. Geesh!” she slapped my arm and I laughed. This day is going good so far but the only thing, or should I say person, missing is Michael. I told him that I was going to prom regardless of what he had to say about it. He took it way worse than I thought he would.
I told him yesterday morning so I could talk him into coming to my champagne party but he wasn’t having it. He ignored me all day and hasn’t called, answered, or texted me yet so he’s pretty pissed. But I’m a high school senior, why wouldn’t I want to go to my last prom in high school? I guess my mom noticed I looked upset so she just had to be nosey.
“What’s wrong baby?” she asked as the makeup artist put on my eyelashes.
“Nothing” I sighed.
“She’s upset because her boyfriend isn’t here or hasn’t talked to her all day ma.” Asiyah told my mom.
“Why haven’t you guys talked all day?”
“Because he didn’t want me to go to prom and I planned everything behind his back, then I told him yesterday I was going to prom. I expected him to yell or something, instead I’ve just been getting the silent treatment. It’s not fun ma. I just might not even go, not if he won’t talk to me.” My mom looked at me like I was crazy.
“Oh hell no, nobody is about to ruin my baby’s prom for her. Where is this little nigga at?” I didn’t answer her because although she’s a softie when it comes to most things, if you fuck with her daughters’ happiness she will rip your fucking head off. “Oh you don’t want to tell me. Okay,” she turned to Asiyah knowing that she was going to snitch.
“I don’t know ma, but I can find out for you.” She just wants mommy to go off on Ty don’t she? My mom nodded and watched me get up from my stool. Fuck it! I’m not going to prom.
“Wassup Tiger. Where are you? Oh you’re at mama P’s house? You need to talk to Blake. I don’t care how mad you are. We’re coming to you and if you leave-“
“YOU’RE GONNA REGRET THAT SHIT!” mommy shouted into the phone interrupting Asiyah’s sentence.
“Alright, we’re leaving now.” Siy hung up. Mommy forced me to take her; she said Asiyah had to stay her pregnant ass here for when people started to arrive. Siy tried to fight the power but this rampage mommy is on is something her pregnant ass emotions can’t handle.
I pulled on my shoes at the front door then we were on our way to Mama P’s house. Mind you, my parents knew Michael but they didn’t know I was dating Michael. I hope this ends well.
~
When I pulled up to Mama’s house my mom hopped out of the car and stormed to the door before I could even turn off the engine. By the time I made it to the door Mama P was opening it.
“Hey, I was just about to come to your party. What are you doing here?” she asked hugging us, unknowingly calming mommy down a little.
“We’re here because her boyfriend is messing up her prom for her.” Mommy said rudely. “Mom, it’s not even serious.” Mama P stepped aside to let us in. “he’s in his room.” I nodded and asked my mom to let me talk to him first.
“You have two minutes, if you don’t come back in two minutes smiling genuinely I’m talking to him my damn self.” I rolled my eyes but nodded. I slowly walked up the stairs “HURRY UP!” now she’s getting on my nerves she’s mad at Michael but she’s yelling at me.
I walked in his room without knocking. He looked over at me from watching whatever movie was on his television screen. He didn’t say anything before he directed all his attention back to the TV. I obviously didn’t have the time to stall and think of what I was gonna say because I’m pretty sure I have a minute and a half before Keisha is calling us both downstairs.
“Are you going to be mad at me forever?” I asked looking at the side of his fac. No response. I understand him being mad at me for lying but technically I didn’t lie. I told him I was gonna go he just didn’t believe me.
“Forget it, if you don’t want to talk to me that’s fine. I’m not going to prom anymore. You happy?” I said storming out of his room. When I say my mom jumped up faster than the speed of light, I wasn’t lying, I had to make her sit back down, you would think she was about to knock fire from Michael’s ass.
“Michael, get down here. NOW!” Mama P yelled but she didn’t seem angry. He slowly drudged down to the kitchen, not even looking at me. “Wassup ma.” She shook her head at him.
“Don’t wassup ma me. Why did you tell this baby she can’t go to prom?” he shook his head “It don’t matter what I told her, she still going so why does it matter.”
“He thinks I wanna go for some other guy. He’s being jealous and I haven’t even done anything. I’m not going to prom. Mom, let’s go, I don’t want everyone to get to our house and think I’m going to prom.” I said standing up. “I’ll be damned if we spent all that damn money for you to enjoy yourself, for you not to go. Sit your ass down right now Blake Tarin Love.” she said through clenched teeth.
“How dare you tell my child she can’t go to prom? I don’t care how jealous you get, don’t you ever in your lifetime tell my child what she cannot do. I came over here in the right mind to act as my husband and Blake would, fight first and talk never. But my daughter talked me out of it to save your ass. While you’re being rude to her and not giving her the time of day, she obviously cares about you if SHE of all people didn’t want me to fight. You need to reevaluate your fucking attitude. I like you and all but you are not about to treat my child like she’s any of those other hoes that you have talked to, especially if it is affecting her happiness. How bad would you feel if you knew she sat at home all day yesterday and didn’t do shit with anyone and didn’t smile once because you weren’t talking to her. I think I’m done now, unless you have anything to say we will be leaving. Bye Michael. I’ll see you later P.” my mom said walking out the house. I finally looked up and he was looking directly at me with nothing but guilt in his eyes.
“Bye Mama.” I said standing up and hugging her. Before I got out the door, Michael was grabbing my hand.
MICHAEL:
I felt extremely terrible that I was the reason she didn’t smile yesterday. Regardless of how mad she made me by lying, I didn’t want her to not talk to anyone or not to smile because of me.
“Look I’m sorry for not wanting you to go to prom. I didn’t think it meant that much to you. I never want to be the reason why you don’t smile. It might seem like it’s to soon for me to be saying this to you but I love you. I really do. I never had feelings this strong for anybody. I didn’t want you to go to prom and have all those little niggas in your face trying to take you away from me. But if you really want to go and it would make you smile, go to prom. I’ll show you tomorrow how absolutely sorry I am for ruining your Friday night. I don’t want to take away your senior prom. So go and have fun baby.” I said with my hand or her waist looking down at her. She looked down at her feet halfway through my speech, so I lifted her face by her chin. She was crying. I felt bad knowing I put those tears there.
“Please don’t cry baby.” I kissed her tears away before pecking her lips.
“There is nobody else that I want. Only you. I didn’t want to go to prom for them; I wanted to go to have fun with my friends. I never thought I would be so affected if you didn’t talk to me. But you giving me the silent treatment all of yesterday and this morning was enough to last a lifetime. It broke my heart knowing that you could simply stop talking to me like that and not care about my emotions. I apologize for not telling you that I was planning my champagne party or that I was buying my outfit for prom, but I didn’t want to argue with you about it. Believe it or not I love you too, maybe even more than you love me. I never wanted to let it known because I’m scared of being hurt.” I looked deeply into her eyes and saw nothing but love. She said it back.
“I would never hurt you babe. Go have fun and I’ll see you tomorrow.” She nodded and pecked my lips. “You’re not coming to see me off?” she asked pouting. “You want me to?”
“Of course.” I nodded and thought about it “Alright I’ll be there in an hour.” She smiled walking out the door. I pulled her back again “I love you”
“I love you too.” She kissed me before walking off, and just like that she was gone again. I don’t care about anything before today; she actually said she loved me too. This is really my California Love.
BLAKE:
After Michael told me he loved me and he was sorry for trying to take my prom, I was the happiest girl on earth. We got back to my house and there were people there of course. I said a quick hello to everybody and went to my room to finish getting ready. While I was getting my makeup redone – due to my tears and second shower of the day I washed all mine off – my phone vibrated telling me I had a new message.
From PMF Rocky: I’m sorry baby girl. I can’t come, my manager made me fly back to New York today. I love you though and I know you’re going to look gorgeous.
I would normally be disappointed that Rocky wasn’t going to come but I couldn’t even be mad because I didn’t care about anything other than my baby.
~
After I put on my dress, I made my grand entrance, took a shitload of pictures, and pinned Jordan’s flower on his tux; I didn’t want to do anything but eat. Michael came and met everybody in my family that he didn’t already know and my friends.
We were sitting at the table eating while my friends and I were waiting for our bus to come get us, when Kiyan finally came with my baby Bren. I screeched and picked her up giving her kisses all over her little face.
“MY BABY!” I shouted, she always looks so freaking cute. Then Egypt came over to me “What about me Blaaaakeee?” he whined. I felt bad so I put Bren down and picked up Egypt, doing the same thing I just did with Bren. “MY LI’L G BABY!”
He smiled and kissed my cheek after I put him down. He’s been getting real jealous of Bren Rose. Since it was always me and him, when she got here I tried to include her in everything, he didn’t like that shit at all. I try my hardest to make everything equal between the two of them because although this may sound bad I love Egypt more than Bren only because I’ve known him his entire life and I’ve only known her for a month and a half. I still love her like mad because she’s like my little mini me.
“Okay baby, you guys’ bus is here time to go.” Mommy informed and everyone migrated from the backyard to the front to see me off. Michael and I finally made it to the front and he kissed me before saying the three words I just love to hear coming from him. “I love you”
I smiled wide and kissed him again “I love you too.”
“Have fun.” I nodded and got on the bus but not before taking about 20 more pictures for my family and friends.
Today went from the worst day to the best day. Michael is my California love.
“You’re not going! Why the fuck you keep talking about it?!”
“I am going!”
“We’ll see Blake.” He said more calmly.
“We sure will.” I walked out of the kitchen. We’ve been having this same fucking conversation for a whole two weeks. Little does he know when I’m not with him, I’ve been planning my champagne party with my family and looking for dresses.
Prom is in two weeks. My appointments are lined up for me to get my hair, nails, and makeup done. I didn’t tell Michael when it was because I knew he would try to plan something for the day of my prom with his sneaky ass.
Aside from that, am I wrong for inviting Rocky to my champagne party to see me off for prom? After I called him and told him that I was happy, he eventually got over the fact I was with Ty and there was nothing he could do about it. We agreed to just be friends and then I invited him.
We’ve been talking a lot lately about nothing. It feels like when we first met and he was just one of my homies. I haven’t told Ty that I was talking to Rocky again because I’m trying to avoid that argument.
I still haven’t moved to my condo because my dad wants me to graduate before I move. I don’t have a problem with it because I’m never really at home anyway. Although my parents know that I’m dating Ty, they don’t know I’m dating Ty. They’ve never met him and they keep pestering me about it but I won’t let him meet my parents yet.
Kierra and Kiyan finally told us they were moving here for good and they have a condo near Tae’s house now.
~
I was looking in the closet for something to wear to my dress fitting with Tae and Siy when Michael came in being nosey.
“Where you going?” he asked leaning against the door way. I didn’t say anything because he didn’t need to know where I was going. “So you don’t hear me?”
You would think after getting ignored two times someone would walk away right. Wrong. “Where are you going?” he asked louder than necessary.
“I heard you the first time, damn.” I huffed pulling my shirt over my head before trying to exit the closet.
“You still mad about the whole prom thing?” he asked kissing my neck. “Move Michael” he groaned, biting my neck “Don’t be mad at me baby.”
“It’s whatever, can you move so I can go?”
“Nope, since you don’t wanna tell me where you goin’ then you will be staying here.” I just wanted to slap his smirk right off of his fucking face.
“I’m meeting my sister and my cousins. Do you want to know anything else, dad?” he chuckled shaking his head. He took his wallet out of his pocket and handed me his black card. I looked at it in his hand and rolled my eyes. “I don’t want it, nor do I need it.”
“Just take it. Stop being so damn stubborn.”
“Who even said I was going shopping?” he face said ‘yeah right’ as he dropped his credit card into my purse.
“I’m gonna check if you bought something. If you didn’t, your ass better be walking in here empty handed. If you spend your own money on anything we’re going to have a problem Blake. You got it?” he held my waist while commanding me to spend his money.
“Yeah, whatever. I’m leaving.” He pecked my lips two times then released me. I grabbed my keys off the dresser and left the house.
MICHAEL:
After Blake left, I went to chill with my niggas. “Wassup bro” I slapped hands with Trell, Chris, Mijo, and Red before sitting down.
“So you really not gon’ let li’l B go to her prom?” Chris asked and I just shook my head.
“Why you think she not gon’ go though?” Mijo posed a good question.
“Because I told her little ass not to. The fuck she wanna go for?” I said killing Trell again in 2k.
“My nigga girls live for three things: prom, weddings, and babies. What you mean ‘the fuck she wanna go for’?” Trell mimicked making us laugh.
“That nigga right, my sister begged to go to her prom and I had to pay a grip for that shit too.” Red input, looking up from his phone.
“Whatever, she ain’t goin’.”
“You don’t want her to go ‘because you ain’t gone be there to monitor her?”
“Damn right, every little nigga wanna fuck the night of prom.” We all laughed ‘cause we all been there done that, except Chris.
“She’s goin’ anyway. You know how she is. Persistent as fuck.” Chris said seriously.
“Yeah, she is persistent. We been arguing about this shit for like two weeks and she still won’t drop it.”
“She probably out buying her dress and shit right now.” Red laughed. That sounded like some shit she would do so I called her to see where she was.
“What Michael?” she answered with an attitude. Somebody needs the dick tonight.
“Where you at?”
“Fashion Island, is that all?”
“Are you buying a prom dress?”
“Now, why would I buy a prom dress if I’m not going to prom? Think about that shit, does it make any fucking sense to you?”
“Damn, I just asked a simple fucking question.”
“And I gave your ass a simple fucking answer. Bye Michael, I got shit to do.”
“Man bye.” I hung up and inhaled the weed being passed around.
“What she say?” nosey ass Trell asked.
“Some bullshit with a bunch of attitude that I didn’t ask for.” All these niggas laughed like I was kidding.
“She’s a feisty one.” Mijo laughed.
“I didn’t know that shit when I first met her. She was all shy and shit, a little goody two shoes.”
“That’s what yo’ ass get. She don’t play, and she ain’t scared to tell yo’ ass about yaself.” Trell was right. Blake is forever cussing my ass out for something. I think I love her.
BLAKE:
He actually thought I would tell him if I was buying a prom dress. How dumb does this nigga think I am? We were in the middle of dress shopping when he called and by the time I got him off the phone they had three different dresses for me to try on.
“Dress number one.” I announced coming out in the dress.
“It’s cute.” Siy said, sugar coating yet again.
“I think you should keep it” Tae inputted.
“Let’s keep looking.” Thanks Kie for being honest. I like this dress but it’s not all that.
I tried on the second dress and I didn’t like it enough to show the girls so I put on the third dress. I fell in love and decided this was the one for me.
“I think we have a winner” Kie smiled and we all agreed. After I paid for my dress with my own money we continued to shop for non-prom related items. Since Michael wanted me to spend his money, I bought us all food at Ruth Chris and cupcakes from Sprinkles. We left Fashion Island and went to Siy’s house. I left my dress there so I wouldn’t have to explain what I bought it for.
xXx
I got back to Michael’s house around 9 o’ clock. I dropped my bags by the bedroom door and walked into the bathroom. He was lying on the bed watching Sportscenter but I chose not to acknowledge him. I turned on the water and stripped.
I was in the shower by myself for all of two minutes before Mr. Stevenson was invading my privacy. He gripped my hips and kissed my shoulder then my neck. “You still got that attitude I see.” I rolled my eyes and continued to wash my body.
He turned me around and kissed my lips roughly. I accidentally let the moan slip out causing him to smirk into the kiss. He slipped into my wetness earning another moan. He slowly rolled his hips into mine hiking me up against the wall in the shower.
My legs immediately wrapped around his waist ensuring my safety. His hands held my thighs as we caught a beautiful rhythm. Minutes later he switched speeds. I was so exhausted from the hot ass water, and the sexual activity that I couldn’t keep up. I leaned my head on his shoulder completely letting him take control.
After switching speeds several times, Michael was slowing down. He gave me three long strokes before we came together. We washed off and got out the shower. “I’m not done with your pretty ass.” He grumbled in my ear, biting my earlobe. Tonight is going to be eventful.
I’m salty as fuck. Blake was really telling some other nigga she loved him but all I get is pure fucking attitude. I looked over at her and of course she went to sleep after she ate all the ice cream in my freezer. I’m gonna have to show her ass who daddy is and who runs the show around these parts.
I licked my lips while pulling down her tights. Her attitude is about to be regulated right about now. I had a firm grip on her hips and I began leaving soft kisses on the inside of both thighs. She squirmed in her sleep but she ultimately didn’t wake up. Slowly pulling down her panties I left hickeys on her thighs. It’s not like anybody is gonna see them, but she’ll know, this is my pussy.
“Tyyyyy stoooop.” She moaned out trying to get out of my hold, which led to me holding tighter. “Shut up” I slowly French kissed her second set of lips. I looked up at her to see her sitting up on her elbows with a face full of anticipation. I smirked against her pussy before feasting on my favorite meal.
I nibbled and sucked on her pearl as her moans and whimpers echoed throughout the room. Slipping a finger inside of her made her body shudder underneath my touch. I smiled kissing my way up her stomach. She rolled her hips with my fingers, building her orgasm, almost reaching her peak. I removed my finger and watched her face flush with annoyance making me laugh.
Before she could complain our lips connected and our tongues fought for dominance. I lifted her shirt and she removed her arms wrapping them around my neck. I sucked on her neck while she bit my shoulder. I hissed feeling the skin break.
“Are you gonna watch your mouth?” I asked before biting and sucking on her earlobe. She shivered before responding “I’m not watching shit.” That’s what got her in this position now. I nodded taking off my boxers, watching my junior spring to life, and placing myself in between her thighs.
“Let’s try this one more time. Are you gonna watch your mouth?” I bit her neck receiving a yelp. “Just like I said the first time, - OW!” her rude ass remark was interrupted by my dick ramming into her. She wrapped her legs around me pulling me closer, seeming to make us one. I placed both arms on either side of her pumping slowly.
Her eyes held my gaze as we rocked in tune with each other. A mixture of moans, grunts, whimpers, and heavy breathing was the only thing audible in my room. My lips were once again decorating her neck and collar bone. I slowly pulled out and told her to flip over. Blake did as she was told, for once, and arched her back, placing her ass in the air. It’s not too big or too small, her ass is just right, enough for me to grab.
I grabbed her ass, a cheek in each hand, sliding back into her. The warm, welcoming feeling will never get old. I went deeper and harder after she told me to hurry the fuck up. I guess you can say I turned my baby into a freak ‘cause the way she was throwing her ass back you would think she was a five year porn pro. She felt like she was running shit so I went harder and faster to show her she wasn’t running shit.
“You gon’ stop with the fucking attitude.” I said letting my hand come in hard contact with her ass. “I’m not stopping shit. Fuck you!” her little moans had transformed to screams and screeches. I chuckled deviously “Fasho” I pulled her up from the bed and told her to touch her toes. She did as told not without her infamous eye roll.
I smacked her ass going not only harder, but deeper and faster, repeating my demand for more respect. I didn’t get anything more than a barely visible head nod. That wasn’t good enough so I grabbed a handful of her hair making her head snap back, now she was leaning over the bed.
“I can’t hear you Blake.” I grunted calmly. “OOOOOOO, BABY! RIGHT THERE! DON’T STOP! FUCCCK MEEEE!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Was that a ‘yes daddy’?” I grumbled in a deep tone making her body shiver. I repeatedly hit her G spot awaiting her response.
“YES DADDY! FUUUCCCK!” her walls tightened around my dick bringing us both to the point of no return. After all the hard work and dedication put into that shit, I’m ready to go to sleep and its only 3 in the afternoon. I leaned on to her, kissing her collar bone while she tried to regulate her breathing.
“Now you know who daddy is.” I mumbled before kissing her neck.
“Shut up! My daddy is none other than Lance Love.” She laughed. I pulled out causing her to moan. I chuckled and tapped her ass telling her to get dressed.
“But I don’t wanna do anything.” She whined rolling herself into the sheets pouting.
“Quit playin’ man. Go get dressed. You better be ready in an hour.” She bit her lip challenging me yet again “if I’m not.” I smirked; my dick turned her into a freak.
“We’ll never know since you’re about to get dressed.” I said walking into my closet hearing her groan before her little footsteps lead to the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and decided to join her.
“Can I not take a shower by myself?” she asked rolling her eyes. I’m about to shut her up real quick, I guess round 2 in the shower.
BLAKE:
Not only am I exhausted but I’m hungry AND Ty has me doing things. After two rounds with him I feel like I haven’t eaten a thing in two weeks. The weather being under 70° outside made me regret putting on this outfit when I got out the shower. I didn’t bring a jacket because I thought it would be hotter but I was sadly mistaken.
“Michael I’m hungry” I whined looking at his side profile while he drove.
“You’re always hungry though. That’s nothing new.” He laughed. And he says I’m the one with a smart mouth. He’s so freaking irritating; I can’t even take him seriously. Before I could even say anything back my phone vibrated in my hand signaling I had a text message.
From PMF Rocky: so you broke up with me to be with that nigga? Fasho B, I see you not the same person you were before. That’s cool though if that’s what you want, by all means keep it. As long as he’s making you happy what can I say? Just know, even though you’re with him, I’m the one who will forever hold your heart. None of your future relationships can compare to what we had and what we still have. We both know you will never love him the way you love me and he can never love you the way I do. Keep doing what you do Blake. I love you Tarin, don’t ever forget that shit.
That message sent a mixture of emotions through my body. I was good with my decision of being with Michael opposed to Rakim but now I’m second guessing myself. Lord knows I have deep feelings for Michael but maybe just maybe Rakim is right. Maybe he does hold my heart and I will never be able to love any one like I love him. I don’t know what to do and I’m not going to respond to that message until I know exactly what to say.
Right now I need to talk to Asiyah, Lashontae, and Honey because if anyone can help me in this situation it would be them. I group messaged the three of them informing them of my life crisis and the need for a girls’ night at Tae’s house. After they agreed I locked my phone and leaned my head back on the headrest, time to reevaluate my love life.
xXx
Michael eventually stopped at McDonalds to buy me French fries. But who doesn’t like McDonalds’ fries? Leaving McDonalds we went straight to the studio. When we walked in it was pretty crowded. Everybody was there: Chris, Kae, Mijo, Teyana, Trell, Heavie, and Honey. Everybody greeted us, Ty said ‘wassup’ while I simply smiled and sat in between Heather and Teyana on the couch.
“Yo, what’s wrong with my li’l homie?” Mijo asked Ty, only for him to shrug.
“Let me find out you did something to my sister.” Chris shouted making the whole room laugh.
“I’m fine guys.” I smiled that they actually cared. While everyone was going back to their own conversations and weed rotations I met eyes with Ty and his eyes told me he knew something was wrong with me. I smiled but his facial expression showed he wasn’t buying it and we would talk about it later. I just won’t give him the opportunity to talk to me about it.
“I love your hair Heav. You buy me some?” I asked her finally looking away from Michael. She laughed at me and flipped her hair.
“I refuse to buy you a weave brownie. Ask Ty to buy it for you.” She smiled.
“Ask me to buy what?” Michael’s nosy ass asked from across the room.
“Mind yo’ business.” I shouted back earning a laugh from everybody.
“Nice ring B, who bought you that?” Tey asked me. I blushed before answering “Michael.”
“Oh shit! You getting’ wifed up and Asiyah havin’ babies, like, I can’t even. Y’all niggas are something else. Go ‘head girl.”
“Shut up Byraaaaaaaaaan!”
xXx
after five hours of being in the studio everybody was finally leaving. Before Ty could even think to ask me about earlier, I told him I was riding with Honey and Teyana. We got to Tae’s house in less than 30 minutes because Tey wanted to drive like she was Speed Racer. Heather arrived ten minutes after us.
“So what exactly is your crisis Blake?” Tae asked me after everyone was comfortable in their spots and had all the snacks spread across the room.
“Rakim texted me talking a whole bunch of bullshit.” I huffed stuffing a spoonful of Birthday Cake Ice Cream in my mouth.
“What did the message say?” Siy asked rubbing her nonexistent belly. I tossed her my phone and waited for her to read it before I told her to pass it on so everyone else can read it too. Ten minutes later everybody read it and we were discussing the content of the message.
“Damn, that makes you think about how you actually feel about Mike and how you actually feel about Rocky.” Tey voiced the obvious.
“That’s exactly why it’s a problem. If I was one hundred percent sure about who I have deeper feelings for, I wouldn’t feel like I have anything to think about.” I said in a duh tone.
“Well, of course you’re always going to have feelings for Rocky because he was and will always be your first love, so you have to give Mikey a chance. It’s obvious he has strong feelings for you and your feelings are slowly but surely making it to that level. Give it about another two months and if you still are second thinking yourself, end the relationship. That’s my only comment on this subject. Let me know when we are talking about something else.” Why does Heather always have to make everybody else seem like they know nothing? She’s a freaking genius.
“You’re right Wise One” I laughed “after you said all that I don’t need any more advice. Next subject!”
“When does your spring break start?” Honey asked changing the subject.
“Next week is my last week. Why?”
“TURN UP!” she shouted.
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We all ended up just staying the night at Tae’s house. We were going to go out until we all remembered Asiyah was pregnant. She didn’t wanna be a Debbie Downer so she told us to go but we knew she didn’t want us to leave her by herself so we stayed. We watched movies and played video games until everybody one by one fell asleep.
