by J Peach
Chapter 9
Peaches
“Now tell me how you and Sam is still cool if you done slapped his girl not once, but a few times?”
“Bitch kept running her mouth like she’s his fuckin’ moms. He done spoiled her ol’ hoe ass and got her thinking she can’t be touched because she his main bitch. I touched that ass though, had her dumbass bleeding from the mouth.
“The bitch swung on me like she do his ass. I don’t know what possessed her to do that shit in the first place, but to think she could do that without me doing shit is beyond me. Shid, he knew her ass was outda line. His ass bucked tho, we did our thang then smoked a blunt afterwards,” he explained and I shook my head, but it was the perfect time to speak on that.
“How can you and King fight like you’re just random niggas then be cool right after? Like, I don’t get that at all. And if you ever pull a gun on my brother again I’ma shoot yo ass, I promise I am.” I was serious as hell about shooting him. What happened at the park was downright crazy and stupid for them both to go at each other the way they did.
“King and I been going at it like that since we were younger, ain’t shit changed. We too much alike, so we gon’ clash. Shid, yo brotha done pulled his gun out on me many a days. Nigga done busted my fuckin’ head open with the butt of his Glock. Shid, as I did to him, nigga done broke my fuckin’ nose and everything. That’s my nigga, tho. But now with you in the mix, that just add to it.
“I get him wanting to protect his sista, shid, I’ll do the same fah mine. Fighting ain’t shit to us.” Blaze shrugged. Now I know why he has that slight crook to his nose. “Y’all chicks talk yo shit out, but never really let it go. We square up then drop it, no grudges, no nothing. It’s settled once the fight’s over. It’s all love at the end of the day,” Blaze finished saying.
That explained it in a way, given their lifestyle. It was still a crazy ass way to settle anything, but I guess.
“But I hear you, tho. No guns to be pulled out on King. Got it,” he said, snapping his fingers.
“All of y’all are crazy as hell,” I told him as our number was called. “I got it.” Getting up, I went to get our food. I had no problem with paying. Blaze spent enough money on me already with getting me a phone and that bracelet. A twelve dollar meal was nothing.
Once I got back to the table, I sat our food down and then slid into the booth. Looking at Blaze, I saw that he had his phone out texting. I held my hand out.
“Give me yo phone.” He knew phones weren’t allowed at the table.
“This ain’t yo damn house, that sign says Jimmy’s, not Peaches,” he said, still looking at his phone. Reaching over, I took it. “Fo’real, man, give me my damn phone.” Looking at his screen, it was a text to King. “Nosy ass, you thought I was texting a bitch, huh?”
Smacking my lips, I rolled my eyes. “That thought never crossed my mind, you know better.” Handing him his phone, he finished sending his text then put it in his pocket.
“I don’t know shit, yo ass think you tough. Somebody gon’ knock yo ass out one day,” Blaze said, pointing to himself and making me laugh.
“No, I don’t think that. My life is, no was, drama free until I met you. You laughing when I’m for real. I don’t like drama. Besides helping my girls out when needed, everything with me, Peaches, was drama-less, I swear. Then here comes you and that girl.” Letting out a breath, I shook my head. “What did you see in ol’ girl anyway?” I asked.
“She kinda reminded me of you, straight forward and a shit talker. Plus, she got an ass, but shid, I ain’t go looking, she came at me,” Blaze said before laughing. “I see why that ass keeps a blade in her mouth, bitch can’t fight. Fooled my ass,” Blaze stated nonchalantly.
Grabbing a fry, I threw it at him. “Shut up. And her ass ain’t that big, she just got a lot of hips, my ass bigger than hers,” I joked while keeping a straight face.
Blaze hit the table laughing harder. “Yo ass crazy, man. N’all bae, she got you on the ass, tho. But I like yo ass—”
“Fuck you, no she don’t.” Of course she did, but whatever. “Oh, Britt saw the video,” I told him, just remembering.
Blaze’s brows went up. “What video?”
“The video of us—”
“Oh, shid, her ass live on Facebook, she was bound to see it. I got it in my phone, I was watching it earlier.” Glaring at him, I threw another fry at his ass. “Don’t be looking at me like that. It’s fuck’d up somebody put that shit up, but shid, I ain’t never had a sex tape before. I’m tryna get this bitch on DVD.” Covering my mouth, I laughed.
“No, you not. We need to figure out how to get that shit off the internet.”
“Man, niggas saving that shit to their phone. How the hell you think I got it? I ain’t on Facebook. Don’t sweat it, tho. I done already talked to King about it—”
“King knows?” I was dead, he was gon’ kill me.
“Yeah, somebody sent that shit to ‘em. Yo, why the hell you tell that man we ain’t fuckin?” Blaze asked with a serious but confused expression.
“Because that’s my brother, I didn’t want him to know I was having sex with his friend. Plus, he probably would’ve killed me. If you failed to realize it, King’s controlling and violent. He ain’t got a problem with beating my ass. I don’t have time for all that,” I told him truthfully.
“He was cool. He was pissed baby sis was on camera, but us fuckin’, he ain’t say shit. I know if you don’t find whoever did this, he will. When I left his ass this morning he had somebody tracing the email address that account was linked to. Computers ain’t my thang, I’m a basic computer-er.” I started laughing as he said that. “I’m serious, a nigga dumb when it comes to hacking into shit.”
“Computer-er, really? You know that’s not a word, right?” Blaze reached in his pocket for his phone, when he looked down I quickly switched our drinks.
“I saw that shit, put it back. Yo ass always do that, drink up yo shit then take mine. Not today, give it back,” he was saying before his brows furrowed. “Hm,” He mumbled.
“What?” I asked.
“Krystal just texted me, she want me to pick her up so we can talk,” he said, putting his phone away.
“I’m coming—”
“No, you’re not. You got five minutes to be back at work,” he said, getting up from the table.
“Yo ass bet not go meet her ass, give me yo phone.” Blaze threw our trash away before walking towards the door. “Blaze, I’m not playin’, give me yo damn phone.”
He stopped at the door and turned to look at me. “Who the hell you talkin’ to?” He asked, standing at the door.
“Yo ass. Now give it here.” Reaching in his pocket, I pulled it out, Blaze looked at me like I was crazy. I ain’t even care. This bitch gon’ text him after her ass posted that damn video up? Yeah alright!
Bitch don’t know.
Pushing the door open, I walked out, making my way to the truck. In my anger, my hips swayed hard as I walked. Once inside, I went in his text messages. “You lying, black bitch!” Ooh, I can’t stand his black ass. “Why the hell you playin’, nigga? Now I’m about to beat yo ass, got me worked up for nothing.” Blaze stood outside the truck laughing his ass off when nothing was funny. I was sure about to text that hoe back saying, ‘I’m on my way.’ And I was gon’ tear a whole in that ass.
Getting out the truck, I ran up on Blaze.
“Gon’, Peaches.” Pushing me back, he leaned against the truck, still laughing. “Man, yo violent ass always tryna fight.”
“That wasn’t even funny, I’m so mad. Blaze, stop laughing!” The damn message was from King’s dirty ass.
“Yo ass stomped outda that bitch like you had a purpose. Shid, I felt sad fah the mothafucka you was after.” He started laughing again, this time I laughed with him.
He is so stupid sometimes.
“That’s not even funny, Blaze. Let’s go before I’m late for work.” Getting in the truck, I slammed
the door. When Blaze got in, he reached over the seat and muffed me. “Gon’ before I beat yo ass, I’m mad.”
“So, what. I don’t care about you being mad, the fuck,” he said, pulling out the parking lot.
“Whatever. So what you about to do once you drop me off?” I asked, picking my bear up off the floor.
Blaze glanced at me, but didn’t say anything for a long while as he continued to drive.
“I got some runs to make. Once I’m done, it’ll be time to pick you up,” he shrugged.
“Okay, can you bring my book-bag?” I asked as he came to a stop light.
“It’s already in the back. I’ll be here at five, so be out here, otherwise yo ass left,” he said while pulling up to my job.
“Alright, thanks for lunch even though I paid.” Leaning over, I kissed him. Biting on his bottom lip, I pulled it before pecking his lips. “Bye.” Opening the door, I got out.
“Peaches, give me my phone.” Checking my phone, I realized I had his phone. I didn’t even remember putting it in my pocket.
“Be safe and stay outda trouble, Blaze,” I told him in a serious voice.
“Always. Now go.”
Closing the door, I waved as he pulled off.
I should’ve just called for the rest of the day off, lied and said I got food poisoning or something.
***
It was now eight-thirty, Blaze was an hour and a half late for picking me up from school. I tried calling and texting him, but still got nothing. I didn’t know whether to be pissed or scared that something might’ve happened. I dialed his number again and the phone didn’t even ring, this time it went straight to voicemail.
“You’re still here?” Turning around, I looked at Sean and shrugged.
“Yep, I live around the corner, but I left my keys at my boyfriend’s house. Perfect place for them, huh?” Dialing Blaze again, I let out a sigh as I got the voicemail. I tried calling Ebony once I got out, but she didn’t answer. Kimmy and Missy were at work and didn’t get off until eleven. Angel had a three hour class that she didn’t get out of until nine.
“I can take you to a friends or we can meet up with the group. You can text your boyfriend and let him know where to come get you,” he offered.
I simply rolled my eyes at the suggestion. I didn’t want to come off mean or like a bitch, but I was already pissed off at Blaze and the way I was feeling I would’ve taken it out on him, which I didn’t want.
“I’m straight, he’ll be here soon.” Sitting on the bench, I tried calling him again.
“You don’t mind if I wait with you?”
Letting out a heavy breath, I scooted over so he could sit. “Be my guest.” Groaning, I tried calling King.
“Yo—” I jumped up when he answered on the first ring.
“King, have you talked to Blaze?” I asked, pacing in front of the bench.
“Not since earlier. Why?”
“He was supposed to come pick me up, but I haven’t heard from him. Can you come get me? I would’ve walked home, but my damn keys are at his house,” I told him and he laughed.
“That’s a perfect place for them, Peach.”
“I just said that, so shut up. Can you come get me?’ There was some mumbling in the background before King got back on the phone.
“I’m on my way.” Just as King said that, Blaze came speeding his ass into the parking lot.
“King, never mind. He just got here, thanks.”
“I’ight, call me when you get home.”
“Okay.” Hanging up the phone, I turned to Sean who was now standing up. “Thanks for waiting even though you didn’t have to.”
“No problem, we live in Gary, it’s a lot of crazies out here.”
True…
“True, but I stay strapped.” Showing him my gun, he laughed.
“Okay, I see you. I’ll see you Tuesday.” He smiled and waved as he walked backwards.
Waving, I made my way to Blaze’s truck. Opening the door, I climbed in. The truck smelled like straight weed and cigarettes.
“Fuck you talkin’ to ol’ dude fah?” Blaze snapped. If Sean hadn’t pulled off, I’m sure Blaze would’ve been trying to fight.
“You an hour and half late, but you’re worried about Sean. Seriously? I’ve been calling yo damn phone since I got out of class.” Looking at me, Blaze laughed, his eyes low, almost shut. “Blaze, you high?” I asked him and he nodded his head.
“As fuck,” Reaching over the seat, I punched him in the arm.
“You left me here for damn near two hours so you can get high?” I snapped, hitting him again.
“Gon’, Peaches, man, before you make me hit something.” Blaze saying that only pissed me off more and I hit his dumbass again.
“You ain’t even driving, the fuck.”
I’m not about to ride in the car with this nigga. Before I could open my door Blaze was pulling off, speeding out of the parking lot. “Man, slow yo ass down or pull over and let me drive.”
“Man, shut the fuck up. I got this.” Once he stopped at a light, I punched his ass again. “Peaches, yo ass better gon’ before I knock you the fuck out. Fuck you mad fah anyway?”
“Yo ass left me there so you can get high? Seriously, Blaze?”
“I told yo ass I had some business to handle. I blew a few, so fuckin’ what? I came and got yo ass, didn’t I?” He said it with a shrug.
“Bitch, after almost two hours late! The fuck you mean—”
“I ain’t no bitch.”
“Blaze, shut the fuck up talkin’ to me before I beat yo ass.” Stopping at another light, Blaze looked at me. I rolled my eyes at him then turned toward the window as Blaze turned the stereo off.
“Hm, you mad? Huh?” He asked, muffing me. Slapping his hand off me, I didn’t say nothing. “So now you can’t talk, hm?” Blaze muffed me again as he started driving.
“Blaze, gon’. Ain’t nobody playing.”
“What you gon’ do? Beat my ass, huh?” Blaze pushed me again before pulling my hair. “You gon’ beat my ass, Peaches? Huh?” Pushing his hand off me, I didn’t say anything. “You gon’ make me kill ol’ boy. Don’t be making that nigga think you like his ass. Fuck ass nigga.” Glancing at Blaze, that nigga had a bottle of Hennessey raised to his lips.
This mothafucka done lost his fuckin mind! He must not have been drinking that much because I didn’t smell it before.
Blaze jumped a curve before flooring it, speeding and jumping lanes. He wasn’t the best driver sober, but this, this was beyond reckless. Running a red light, Blaze hit a corner fast and hard, causing his tires to screech.
“Blaze, pull over. Let me out this fuckin’ truck or let me drive, either one. I’m not about to die with yo stupid, black ass.” I wasn’t even gon’ reply to his comment about Sean, there wasn’t a point to.
“Fuck you, you yellow wench. I got this.” If I wasn’t afraid his dumbass would’ve probably killed us, I would’ve started hitting his stupid ass. “Now you ain’t got shit to say?” He asked, muffing me.
Blaze continued to nitpick the whole way to his apartment.
Chapter 10
Peaches
Once he pulled into the lot of his apartment building and turned off the truck, I snatched the keys then punched him hard as hell before getting out and slamming the door.
“Oh, so yo punk ass gon’ hit and run? That’s how you do it?” Blaze yelled from behind me.
“I’m not running, I’m walking—” The sound of glass breaking caused me to look behind me only to see that Blaze had tossed the bottle of Hennessey and was now pulling up his pants. “Blaze, ain’t nobody playing with yo black ass. Now, gon’.”
“Fuck that. You just stole on me, you think I’ma let that shit slid. Don’t run now, Peaches.”
Shid, he must have been crazy if he thought I was just going to stand there. Nope, nuh-uh. A bitch took off towards his building doors. Throwing the door open, I bolted up the stairs, but my dumbass got stuck at his ap
artment door because I didn’t know which key it was.
“Fuck!” Blaze yelled after the sound of tumbling.
No he didn’t.
Walking back towards the stairs slowly, I heard Blaze groan. I peeked around the wall and my hand went to my mouth so I could muffle my laughter.
Blaze’s big, stupid ass lay at the bottom of the stairs on his back.
“That’s what yo dumbass get for leaving me at school. You heard of Karma, right? Well you just met her.” Leaning against the wall I started laughing.
“Man, fuck you. I think my head bleeding.” Walking down the stairs, I sat on the last one in front of him.
“What took you so long picking me up?”
“I was counting, smoking, and drinking at The Shack. Then I had to count again to make sho I counted right. I’ma need you to count fah me, I don’t think that shit right.” Blaze tried to sit up, but I pushed him back down with my foot. Grabbing my leg, he started rubbing it. “A nigga hungry and need to fuck, Peaches. I’m sexually frustrated. You gon’ fuck me, huh? You gon’ let that pussy suck on daddy.”
Laughing, I stood up. “No, I’m mad. But I can make you something to eat.”
“I’m sorry.” His hand moved further up my leg, going in between my thighs.
Pressing my lips together, I tried not to laugh. “You’re just saying that so you can fuck.”
“So.”
This time I did laugh while slapping his hand away from me. “Which is exactly why yo black ass not getting none.” Standing up, I held out my hand. “Come on, daddy, I’m hungry too.” Grabbing my hand, Blaze tried yanking me down, but I caught the railing of the stairs. “Not happening, daddy, sorry. Pussy is closed for at least a week. Barbwire and electric shocks has it closed off. It’s out of order—”
“Fuck you,” Blaze said, hitting my leg and making me laugh.
“Fucking me is what you’re wishing you could do,” I teased, kicking him in the side.
“I’m about to fuck you up.” Blaze sat up and I pushed him back down before running up the stairs. “Yo dumbass left the keys.”