by Lady Lissa
I know he will think I’m dodging his calls and text messages left and right, but so what. I still have not gotten over the fact that I had to fight that bitch. I know I was a lil’ drunk that night, but my mama always told me that a drunk never tells no lies. For the next hour I sit and take notes to prepare me for my next exam. I am so happy when the class is finally over, especially since it’s my last class for the day. As I walk up the sidewalk I finally check my phone. It is another text from Turk, which I decide to ignore. I lock my phone before slipping it into my Jordan book bag.
Today I decided I was going to dress comfortably. I have on a white racer back wife beater and a pair of Adidas jogger Capri pants. My cocaine white Air Forces complete my outfit. As I am walking, I see Stasia standing with a group of dudes. I can’t help but shake my head. All her ass do is party, so I won’t be surprised if she flunks out of school. But then again, maybe not cause her parents are paying for her education. I can already see her waving me towards them. Sighing I walk over to them, because it is Friday night and I know that there is some kind of party going on tonight.
“Hey girl!” Stasia said.
“Hey.”
“You about to head back to the dorm?”
“Yeah, you know how I do.”
“I see you can’t speak beautiful,” a familiar male voice said.
When I look up, I see that it’s Courtney. He is so fine and it looks like he has a fresh haircut. I can’t help but smile at him as I wave to him.
“Nah, I want a hug,” Courtney said as he pulls me into his arms. He snuggles his nose in the nape of my neck, causing me to blush.
“Damn bruh, I ain’t know that she was you. I was about to try and get at her my damn self.” One of the other guys from the group said.
“Yeah nigga, that’s all me,” Courtney said, still hugging me.
I just chuckle, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped in his big muscular arms. When he finally lets me go, I was about to walk off, but he pulls me right back. I am now standing there with my back and head against his chest.
“So what do y’all have planned for the night?” Stasia asks everyone.
“They having this big ass foam party tonight that I’m trying to go to,” one of the guys said.
“Really? That sounds like fun. I’ve always wanted to go to a foam party. Ronnie, we should go and have some fun,” Stasia said.
“Yo ass is always having fun Stasia,” I said, feeling Courtney kiss the side of my neck.
I don’t know what is up with him today, even though it has me nervous, it somewhat comforts me as well.
“Stop,” I said, while hitting him softly on the arm.
“You know you like it.”
“So, are you going to come with me Ron?” Stasia asked.
“I don’t know Stasia.”
“Please, you don’t ever do anything. You haven’t been out with me in a while.”
“Cause every time I go out it’s always some bullshit,” I said, being honest. “I don’t feel like dealing with no shit anymore.”
“Please Ronnie,” she begs, even going as far as making her best puppy dog face.
“Are you going Courtney?” I asked.
“I’m not sure. I might slide through.”
“Mmmm,” I said.
“Please, with a cherry on top,” Stasia said again.
“Fine.”
“Aye,” Stasia said while smiling, “We need to go do some shopping. See if your sister can come get us.”
“I’ll take y’all,” Courtney says.
I look at him with a weird face, because I did not know this nigga had a car.
“You never asked, pretty girl,” he whispers in my ear, reading my mind and shocking me all at once. How the heck did he know what I was thinking?
I just smile at him ‘cause I just found myself a way around this big ass campus.
“So, let’s meet up in about twenty minutes. I have to take this heavy ass book bag to the room,” Stasia said.
“A'ight. I’ll text y’all when we back out here,” Courtney said, letting me go.
Me and Stasia walk back to the dorm. On the way there, she asks about me and Courtney. I’ve never been the one to allow everyone in on my business, so I just tell her that we are friends. Stasia is cool and all, but there are just certain things that I won’t share with her. She has loose lips and is very talkative. So instead of telling her all of my business, I am always the listener. When we make it back to the dorm, I set my back pack down on the floor and place my phone on the charger. After using the bathroom and spraying some leave-in conditioner in my hair, I grab my phone, only to see that I have a miss call from Vega. I immediately return his call, hoping he has heard from Cruz.
“Hello,” he answers on the fourth ring.
“Hey Vega, I saw that you called me.”
“Yeah, I was just calling to see if you had talked to your sister yet?” he asked, sounding pissed off.
“No, I haven’t, but I’m sure she will turn up when she is ready Vega.”
“I ain’t trying to hear that shit. I know you and Vanity know something. Ain’t no way y’all that damn close and don't know where she at,” he fusses.
“Look, I know you mad, but don't take your attitude out on me. It’s not my fault that you fucked up!” I slip up and say, before covering my mouth.
Vega is real quiet, probably in shock that I had just cussed him out. I didn’t mean to, but damn, he came at me foul when he talked about me and my sisters. There are a lot of things I tolerate, but this ain’t one of them.
“Yo, my bad Ron. I ain’t mean to snap at you like that. This shit just got me stressed out.”
“Vega, one thing I know about Cruz is that when she is ready, she will come back around. She probably don't want to be found. Just give her some time.”
“You ready to go, Ronnie,” Stasia asked me.
“Yeah. Vega, I’ll talk to you later. I'm about to head out.”
“Lil’ Ronnie,” Vega says, before I hung up.
“What?”
“Turk said he doesn’t think it’s funny how you been ignoring his calls.”
I instantly become nervous thinking this is a set up. Maybe Vega just wanted to see if I would pick up the phone for him.
“Ronnie.”
“I’m here Vega. I’ll talk to you later.”
“A'ight sis.”
I hang up the phone and let out a deep breath.
“Are you okay, Ron?” Stasia asks.
“Yeah, I'm good. Let’s get outta here.”
Chapter Twenty
Turk
Tonight, me and all of my niggas are going to the club. I haven’t been since all of that shit went down with Ronnie and Tay. Mind you, I have been calling shawty but she won’t answer any of my calls or respond to my text messages. I don’t know what is going on with her. One minute she’s cool and the next she just ignoring a nigga. I thought that we would be good after I gave her some of this long dick, but that clearly is not the case. I know that I’m done playing games with her ass, especially after my nigga Vega called her and she picked up for him. I can’t even lie, that pissed me all the way off. She got a nigga feeling some things that I ain’t even know existed inside of me, but I ain’t going to show it. So, tonight I’m going to have me some fun. Maybe even fuck something if a lucky bitch can play her cards right. Picking up the phone, I call my home boy, Nick, who just happens to be hosting the party.
“Aye nigga,” I said into the phone when he answered.
“What up, bruh?” He says above all the noise in the background, so I’m assuming the party is already in full swing.
“What kind of party you got going on nigga?” I ask. I always want to be aware of what I am going to be walking into.
“It’s a foam party, bruh.”
“A what?”
“A foam party! I did this shit for the college students and I can’t lie, there are some bad bitches in here tonight. Like this cute l
il’ hoe with the baddest blue eyes.”
That causes my ears to perk up. I only know three females that have blue eyes, and only one of them is considered little.
“Yo! You still coming through bruh? You know the bitches love them some Turk.”
“Ion know man. I ain’t fuckin’ with no foam.”
“A'ight, but you don’t know what you missing out on nigga. If you change ya mind, I already got you on the list for a section.”
“‘Preciate it nigga,” I said before hanging up. I can’t help but wonder if this nigga was talking about Ronnie. But how will I look going to a fuckin foam party? A nigga like me don't even know what to wear to no shit like that. Deciding that I will go, I head to my room to find something to wear. Since I don’t know what to wear to no shit like that, I decide on a white wife beater and a brand new pair of tan cargo pants, with some white Nike socks and Nike slides. As I make my way out the house, I call my niggas and let them know where to meet me. On the way to the club, I let Boosie’s bad ass music take me there. As I smoke a blunt, I am hoping that Ronnie ain’t there with some nigga, because if she is, I am going to make her ass feel that shit.
When I finally pull up to the club, that shit is more packed than I expected it to be. Hoes can’t wait to show they asses. They are dressed in different kinds of bathing suits as they wait in line. Me and my niggas make our way to the front of the line and are allowed access into the club. As we are making our way to the section that Nick has for us, I feel a hand touching me. Looking back, I see that it is this lil’ cutie, Shante that I used to fuck with. I forgot that she goes to the same school Ronnie attends. I can’t even front, she is looking good and sexy as fuck in her all white two piece bikini.
“Long time no see, stranger,” she said, whispering in my ear.
“Yeah.”
“Where you sitting at? Cause I already know you got a VIP section.”
“Over there in the cut.”
“Oh okay. I think you and I need to catch up.”
“What we need to catch up on?” I ask.
“The fact that I miss you, that’s what big head.”
“I got you.”
That is when we make eye contact. Her and Stasia are standing in the DJ area dancing and smiling. Well, Ronnie ain’t smiling anymore. She now has a frown on her face. I smirk at her. Shit, if she don't want a nigga, I ain’t gonna sit around and wait for her until she decides whether she wants to be with me or not. I have plenty of bitches ready and willing to be with a nigga and I ain’t even gotta chase their asses either. Once we finally sit down, we waste no time getting a bottle. I look over at the DJ booth again and don’t see Ronnie anymore. I wonder where her ass went. The DJ is playing Rihanna’s Bye to Gotti, making all the hoes go crazy.
“Come on Turk, let’s dance.”
“Nah, I ain’t fuckin wit’ it.”
“Please,” she said, while giving me her best puppy dog face.
“A'ight.”
Shante pulls me towards the dance floor. Once we are out there in all of the foam, I have a clearer view of all the people on the dance floor. From where we were seated I couldn’t see shit. As she twerks her big ass on me, I can’t help but get a hard on. I am in need of some pussy bad. The crazy thing is, I only want Ronnie’s. But the way Shante is dancing on me, she can definitely get the D. As she turns around and wraps her arms around my neck, I spot Ronnie dancing on the same nigga that she was with the last time I saw her ass. I am so pissed that my jaw clinches. As if she can feel my eyes on her, she turns around and looks dead at me. When she smirks, I can’t help but push Shante out of my way.
“Turk, what the hell! Where are you going?”
“Shante, fall back and go sit down. I’ll be back over there in a few!” I yell over my shoulder. As I approach Ronnie and that lame nigga, she looks like she seen a ghost.
“Something wrong, shawty?” I ask her. I am cool until this nigga wraps his around her waist, before whispering something in her ear.
“Ronnie, get yo ass over here!” I yell.
“You need to quit yelling! Shit! Always trying to embarrass somebody!” She yells back, but still has yet to move.
“What the fuck did I just say,” I grit my teeth as I get closer to them.
Ole boy pushes Ronnie behind him and steps all in my personal space. I don’t even wait for him to say anything. I just haul off and hit his ass with a left hook. After that, it’s on. It was as if my niggas knew and had made their way over to the dance floor. Even Nick is out here thumping with us. The nigga and all of his friends thought they were tough. Boy, were they wrong and they was gone learn a good lesson today. Some niggas just don’t know how to stay in their fucking lane, but I have no problem showing them the way.
“Turk stop!” I hear Ronnie screaming, but before I can react, some nigga had accidentally knocked her to the ground while fighting.
“Y’all niggas break it up now!” A security guard said as he steps in to try and break up the fight.
When they see that it’s me and my niggas, they immediately start apologizing. I am so hot that I just leave the club. As I am walking to my car, I hear her voice from behind me.
“Turk! What the fuck is wrong with you!” She yells as Stasia tries to hold her back.
I turn around and get all up in her face, noticing that her nose is bleeding, “Yo, what the fuck is wrong with me? And what the fuck happened to your nose?”
“This shit is all your damn fault! All you had to do was tend to yo bitch, but noooooooo. You just had to be all up in my shit. Was I tripping on you when that bitch was damn near dry humping you on the dance floor? Huh? I don’t hear you.”
“You know what Ronnie? Fuck you! You got me all the way fucked up talking to me like you ain’t got no damn sense.”
“And fuck you too, Turk. You are the very reason why I got all this drama in my life now. I don’t need this shit and I definitely don’t need you!” She screams with tears running down her red face.
I feel bad instantly, but I am just tired of playing this cat and mouse game with her. Shit, maybe we aren’t meant to beat all the odds because they are obviously stacked against us. I watch as she storms off with Stasia trying to keep up with her. I get in my car and pull the fuck off as soon as I hear dem boy’s sirens.
Chapter Twenty-One
Vanity
Ever since Rico had spoken to that bitch Tasha the night we had that fight, he’s been looking at me strangely. I know we had the discussion about me doing private dances and all, but I don’t think he believes me when I said I didn’t do that. I had spoken to my sisters last week and they advised me to tell Rico the truth, but how can I do that? How can I tell him that I was unfaithful while he was doing time? How can I let him know that while he thought I was home waiting for him, I was giving his goodies away.
He hasn’t mentioned it to me since the first night, but I can tell it is weighing heavy on his mind. Maybe I should come clean. Maybe I should tell him the truth and just get it over with. I just love him so much and I don’t want to lose him. I didn’t mean to cheat on him when he was gone. It’s just that I’m a sexy woman and I have needs. The needs I had just happened to be sex and money. In the line of work that I was in, the two went hand in hand. As a dancer at the club, I made good money but performing at private shows, I made great money. When you are a struggling college student whose man is locked up, you need to make great money to survive.
I always gave Cruz some money to put on Rico’s books, so he benefited from it too, not just me. Even though this is my logic that I always gave myself, I know he won’t care what my reason was for sleeping with Malcolm and Ryan. Sure I slept with a few other guys too, but Malcolm and Ryan were the ones I visited most frequently, because they laced my pockets right. I had not heard from Malcolm since Rico beat him up, but I guess that is about to change since he’s walking up to me right now. He is with this group of dudes, about six of them, so I hope they ain’t fixing to embarrass m
y ass on campus.
I try to walk pass him, but he stands in my way. I try to go around him, but he blocks me off. The dudes that are with him are giggling and snickering like this shit is funny.
“Can you move out my fuckin’ way please? I mean, if you wanna talk, that’s fine but send your lil’ entourage somewhere else with all that fake laughing and shit. I don’t see a fuckin’ thing funny right here,” I say as I look at the group.
“I ain’t laughin’ at yo ass. I’m waiting to see if Malcolm can get you to take yo clothes off and dance for us. I mean that is what the fuck you do right? Drop yo draws for niggas who have the right amount of paper?” The dude with two gold teeth and a fresh cut says to me before pulling out a wad of money from his pocket.
I move over so I am standing right in front of him and say, “Fuck you muthafucka! I don’t know you and you don’t know me, so I suggest you keep your smart comments to yourself. Besides, with your breath smelling like a fuckin’ port-o-potty, I wouldn’t give a fuck if you were offering me a hundred G’s, I wouldn’t take my clothes off for yo dirty ass.”
“Bitch fuck you! I didn’t wanna see yo old stank ass strip any fuckin’ way!”
“Good! I wouldn’t take my clothes off for you if you had a gold dick,” I said and his friends start laughing and shit.
Malcolm steps in and says, “Alright, that’s enough.”
“Fuck that bitch! She ain’t no fuckin’ body anyway,” he sneers.
I reach around Malcolm and punch that fucker dead in his mouth. Don’t ever come for me like that and think I won’t retaliate, and for Malcolm to stand there and let his friend disrespect me like this is ridiculous.
“Oh no! This bitch think she gangsta,” he says trying to push Malcolm out the way to get at me.