by J Peach
“Nuh-uh, bitch, y’all were not fighting.” Ebony said, leaning against the bench, laughing.
“Yeah, we were. And then the bitch had a nerve to show up at my house later that night,” Missy said with an attitude.
“You beat her ass again, then put her out?” I asked, laughing, causing Missy to look at me like I was crazy.
“Hell n’all, that bitch ate my pussy before fucking the shit outda me with that strap. Had a bitch forgetting everything. I was like I ain’t gon’ fuck with Peaches no mo, yeah this yours! A bitch was crying, y’all.” Missy finished saying with a clap of her hands.
Missy was a damn fool for no reason at all. Why would she tell us all that? Even though I thought that, I was laughing so hard.
“But that was before Mike’s party, I ain’t fuckin’ with that hoe no more.”
“I’m done with yo stupid ass, I promise,” I stated, still laughing.
“That’s some nasty ass shit. I don’t wanna hear about my best friend fucking my sister,” Kimmy said with a shudder as the rest of continued to laugh.
“Ebony, come here!” King called, but Ebony stuck up her middle finger.
“Fuck you!” She yelled at him.
“What this?” I asked, pointing between the two as she rolled her eyes.
“I’m tired of him. I’m so done, I swear. Been done since he was flirting with that bitch the other day. I told his ass I’m tired of his bullshit, now he won’t leave me the fuck alone. Shit got so bad I’m staying at Missy’s. I don’t have time for King no more. I need something serious, which is the opposite of what he wants. So, it is what it is.” Ebony looked so sincere.
She always did.
I loved my brother dearly, but he was never going to find another chick like Ebony. Honestly, I was happy she was finally tired of his shit— if she was serious this time—because she deserved better than what she was getting, so I told her that. I’d been telling her that.
“It’s about damn time! I told him this morning that you were gon’ leave his triflin’ ass. You deserve to be happy, so find yo man. You know this mean you can’t be fucking him no mo, right?” I told her and she let out a groan.
“I know, and as long as we’re not by one another then I’ma be good. But damn I’ma miss that anaconda. Shit is wicked, he got that ‘feel it in my throat dick.” A longing look came over her face and she looked at the ground in thought. Ebony’s eyes soon snapped to mine. “I ain’t got to stop fucking him completely, not just yet anyways. I mean, not until I meet someone new, right?” Her eyes where wide as she asked that.
“Ugh, I don’t want to know what my brother is packing. Shit is nasty.” Like Kimmy, I shuddered at the thought of King’s dick before gagging. I could just picture it with all type of sores. “Ugh!”
“That’s ol’ girl right there,” Angel said, pointing toward the parking lot.
My fake gagging stop immediately as I spotted the black car that rode past, probably tryna find a parking spot.
Oh, hell no!
“That bitch almost hit me when I got out my car,” I snapped, remembering the black car.
“That’s reason enough to beat her ass. You know I got yo back. That bitch popped slick at me when I told her she was sitting on my girl’s nigga,” Ebony was mugging hard.
“N’all, we good. I’ll be right back though,” I told them as I walked over to where Blaze, Sam, and King stood a few sections down at a picnic table. “Hey, Pretty Boy,” I said, giving Sam a hug since he was the closest to me.
“What’s up, Tyson? I saw you over there,” he laughed as we broke apart.
“Boy, shut yo ass up, you stupid.” I walked over to Blaze.
My stomach tightened as the nerves once again set in.
Chapter 16
Peaches
“The fuck you got on?” Blaze asked the moment I stepped to him. He pulled at my skirt. “Shit too damn small.”
Slapping his hands away, I looked down at my outfit. “No, it’s not.” I looked to Sam and King. “Can y’all give us a minute?” I asked them. King looked kind of funky about leaving, whereas Sam shook up with Blaze and walked off. “King, come on man, damn. Like five minutes.”
“I’ight, don’t be on no slick shit either, Peaches.” King dapped Blaze then jogged over to where Ebony sat with the girls.
I swear he was never going to let me grow up.
With my focus back on Blaze, I leaned against the bench next to him. “So what, we have one little spat and you just don’t fuck with me no more?” I asked him while looking down at my shoes.
“Shid, it is what it is. I ain’t got time to play games with yo ass, man. That shit you was spittin’ kinda fuck’d me up. I already don’t trust mothafuckas and you asking that shit out in public. I ain’t with that,” he answered.
“What, you thought I was asking that as a setup?” I turned to face him, I now stood directly in front of him.
“I ain’t saying shit. My thing is, as many times as we’ve been alone you could’ve asked whatever. But yo ass waited right until we in public. The fuck kinda shit is that?” He fussed.
“So, you’ve been ignoring me because you think I was on some slick shit.” The disbelieving was heavy in my voice as I stared at him with the same non-believing look.
“I didn’t say that,” Blaze stated, making me roll my eyes.
“You just implied it. Why would I do that when King does the same damn thing? Snitching or setting you up would put mothafuckas onto King since y’all be together. I ain’t saying you got to trust me, but trust and believe anything that King’s involved in I’ma protect with my life. Even if that means yo dumbass no matter how fuck’d up the situation is. Blaze, if you felt like I was on that bullshit you should’ve been a man about yours and came to me, not hide like some bitch.” I was pissed that he would think some shit like that.
Call me what you want, a bitch, hoe, a slut, anything but a fuckin’ snitch. In no shape or form was snitching in my blood, especially with King in that shit. “You know what? Fuck you, Blaze, if you ass gon’ take everything I say to heart—”
“Man, shut the fuck up, I’ll slap yo ass in the mouth. I ain’t no bitch, so watch that shit. But you right, I should’ve came to you. I didn’t, that’s my fault. Shid, first sign of shaky shit and I’m gone, simple as that. I ain’t got time for stupid shit, man, boss, I don’t,” he explained nonchalantly.
“Whatever,” I tried to make my voice sound as non-caring as his did, but from the curious look on his face I knew he didn’t buy it.
“What you mad because a niggas got lost? Ain’t that what you wanted? I mean, from jump that’s all yo ass been saying. ‘I ain’t gon’ be fuck’d about you.’ That’s the shit you always spitting, right?” He questioned with a cocky little smirk. “So what you mad fah? I’m doing what you wanted.”
I didn’t like him. Looking away, I bit into my bottom lip as my eyes rolled up.
“Yo ass can’t talk now?” Blaze grabbed my arm as he questioned me.
“So what,” I started, but didn’t know how to finish so I trailed off.
“Fuck you smiling fah?”
Peaches, stop being a bitch and talk to him. Sighing, I walked closer to him, closing the space between us.
“Look, I ain’t fucking with you on some real shit, man. Gon’ Peaches,” he insisted, his hand came out and he gave me a slight push back.
My lips pursed together as I once again closed the space between us. I wrapped my arms around his neck. “That’s what yo mouth saying, but you know that’s a lie, on some real shit. So why pretend?” I used his words on him. My mouth rubbed against his before I bit into his bottom lip.
“I ain’t playing man, gon’.” Blaze pulled his head back to look down at me, but didn’t make any attempt to push me away.
“Stop playing like you ain’t miss me, when we know you did.” I said, kissing at his bottom lip.
Placing his hands on my hips, Blaze pulled me in between his legs. “W
hat makes you so sho’ I missed yo mean, itty bitty ass?” Blaze muttered.
I could not stand him. Even so, I couldn’t help but laugh as I pulled back slightly to reach into the pocket of my tote, getting what I needed.
“If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be taking this.” My two fingers raised with his key tucked between them.
“I don’t want that shit,” he took the key then flung his arm out, pretending to throw it.
“You play too much. See, this why I don’t like you,” I told him, muffing his head back.
“Man, shut up. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be giving me this, now would you.” He had a point. Humming, I bit at his bottom lip again.
“So does this mean we made up?” I asked as I watched him put the key on the ring then slide the set back into his pocket.
Blaze pulled me back to him with a head nodded.
“We good as long as you ain’t on that bullshit and yo ass stop charging a nigga fah breakfast and dinner,” he bargained.
My arms once again found their way around his neck. “I doubt that’s gon’ happen, but you’re more than welcome to eat elsewhere. So, will you be coming over tonight?” I wanted him to spend the night for the simple fact…I kinda like sleeping with him and I felt the need to tell him that.
“Aw, you missed a nigga bad, huh?”
“Fuck you. No,” I looked away, making it obvious I was lying. Ugh, I hated those feelings. “Yeah, I missed you.”
Blaze’s eyes roamed over my face before locking with mine. “Peaches, you missed me in yo bed?” Blaze asked as his head came closer to mine. God, I didn’t want that, but I did. “I’ll be there.” From his tone it sounded like a promise. One I hoped he’d keep.
I stood on my tip toes and met him half way, bringing our lips together. My arms tightened around his neck as I bit into his bottom lip, pulling it into my mouth, sucking on it before doing the same to the top.
Blaze’s tongue slid through my parted lips. His hands tightened on my hips as our tongues initiated their own sexual dance.
But the clearing of a throat soon ended our moment.
A very loud groan left my mouth to make it known I wasn’t happy about being interrupted. That damn kiss was getting good. I pulled back slightly and Blaze buried his head into my neck, sucking on the skin. He wasn’t at all bothered by the interruption. My eyes rolled and a smile came to my lips. I looked to my left to see a short, bright skin chick just standing there, not saying anything.
“Can I help you?” I asked her as Blaze’s hands became friendly and started roaming. “Blaze, stop!” I laughed as I tried to move his hand from my ass, but the fucka wouldn’t let go. “Blaze, fo’real, stop before King brings his black ass over because of yo mannish ass.” I was being serious whereas he laughed.
“Man, I told you before not to worry about King,” he said, bringing his lips back to mine. I leaned into him, pecked his lips through my smile. “Why the hell you smiling? You must’ve missed a nigga bad,” says the fool who was all over me.
I didn’t even say anything about that, instead I answered truthfully.
“I told you I did,” I whispered low as I let the tip of my tongue flick his bottom lip. Sticking my tongue out, Blaze grabbed it between his teeth then pulled it into his mouth. Laughing through the kiss, I pulled back. “You better stop before I have you kissing my second lips.”
Blaze started laughing. “As long as—” The clearing of a throat once again interrupted us, cutting Blaze off. It was that yellow chick.
“What can I do for you, mama?” I asked and she looked at Blaze. “Bae, who is this?” Of course I knew who she was, her ass stood out like candy in a candy store, that damn noticeable.
“Bae?” She asked like there was something funny about it while looking at Blaze once again.
“What’s up, Krystal. Took yo ass long enough to get back. Fuck you do, go joy riding?” Blaze asked her, turning around so I was now facing the girl, I leaned into Blaze’s front and his arms went to my waist.
“Bae, who’s your friend?” I asked again.
“Bae?” She laughed this time.
“What’s funny?” I asked her.
“Peaches, this my friend Krystal. Krystal—” Blaze started the introductions, but she cut him off.
“Peaches? Ol’ girl that you said you weren’t messing with?” She says, looking at me with a stank look.
“Mama, don’t be looking at me like that—” I started.
“Peaches, shut yo ass up. Krystal, it ain’t even like that. What this is right here ain’t got nothing to do with you, so that attitude you bringing, lose that bitch fo’real,” he told her and she glared at him. “Man, fix you fuckin’ face. Fuck you mad fah?”
“I ain’t mad, not at all. You ain’t my dude, but a few days ago she wasn’t yo bitch either.” Bitch?
“I got yo bitch, mama. Boss, this ain’t even where you want it, sweetie? Don’t be mad because he knows where it’s at, whether he’s with me every fuckin’ day or not. This right here,” I pointed to Blaze, “every part of that is mine. Yo ass remember that so you won’t go catching feelings now,” I told her, walking up, but Blaze pulled me back to him.
“Peaches, shut yo ass up and calm down. Krystal, don’t come over here starting shit. Yo ass knew from jump this wasn’t shit. We cool, meaning friends, so don’t come over here being disrespectful and calling her out her name,” he told her and she looked shocked by what he said.
“Are you serious right now, Blaze? When I asked you were you fucking with this ‘Bitch,” strike two, “you told me you weren’t. But now that she’s right here, it’s different? What the fuck?” She snapped, yelling at him.
“She’s standing right here,” I informed her. “But I’m confused, you just said he wasn’t yo dude which I already knew. But he just said it himself that you’re just friends. So I’m not understanding where the hostility is coming from? Like why you mad, sweetie, if you’re not dating?” Which I truly didn’t understand. “If you’re just friends, why are you pissy that he’s with me?” I asked curiously. On the other hand I was glad to hear Blaze say they were just friends, now I wasn’t fuck’d up about her and him.
“I’m ‘pissy’ because yo ass wasn’t on his mind none these past few days when we were fuckin’.”
Chapter 17
Peaches
As soon as the word fuckin’ left her mouth, I whirled around on Blaze so fast. “You fuck’d this bitch?” I snapped at him, I was pissed. I knew most women tended to go after the other woman in those types of situations, but truth was she owed me no type of explanation, a woman could only believe what she was being told by a man.
When Blaze didn’t say anything, I muffed his ass.
“We have one little spat and you take yo triflin’ ass out and fuck the first bitch you see? Huh, Blaze? Did you fuck this bitch?” I muffed him harder with every word that left my mouth.
“Peaches, keep yo fuckin’ hands off me,” Blaze snapped, pushing me back.
“Answer the question. Did you fuck her, Blaze?” I asked pushing him into the bench.
“Peaches, man gon. We ain’t together,” he snapped, pissed now.
I rocked Blaze hard in the face and keep hitting him as hard as I could.
He got me fuck’d up.
“You gon’ fuck that bitch fo’real, Blaze!” Blaze grabbed my wrist, shoved me back. Someone caught me just in time before I hit the ground.
“Peaches, I swear I’ma fuck you up if yo ass hit me again,” he threatened, glaring at me with the meanest look ever.
I was pissed so he didn’t scare me.
“Fuck with me, Blaze, you gon fuck that bitch fo’real.” I snapped, trying to get loose. I ain’t know who was holding me, nor did I care. “Let me go!”
“So what if I fuck’d her, we ain’t together so why you mad? Yo ass actin’ like you ain’t had no nigga,” he accused.
“I haven’t, boss ain’t nann nigga had a taste since I decided on doing
this bullshit with yo triflin ass! Fuck you, Blaze, let me go!” I snapped, jerking out of whoever’s hold, then turning to that Krystal bitch. “And don’t think for a second that he’s free, because he ain’t. Fuck ’em again and that’s yo ass you loosely ass bitch! This yo first and only warning.” I shoulder bumped her hard as I went past, making her stumble back.
“Peaches!” Blaze was yelling, but was cut off by ol’ girl.
“Blaze, fo’real, you gon’ chase her?” She snapped, seeming unable to believe his actions.
“Bitch, shut the fuck up. Peaches, hold up!” Blaze called after me, but I kept walking.
I was so pissed that I was actually scared I would shoot his dumbass with the gun on my hip.
“Peaches, man slow yo ass up!” Blaze yelled as he finally caught up to me. He grabbed my arm, jerking me to a stop.
Once I was facing him, I slapped the fuck out of him.
“Don’t touch me you triflin’ ass nigga. How you gon’ tell me to leave my dudes alone, then you turn around and fuck that bitch? Really Blaze? Man, fuck you!” I started to hit his ass again, but he caught my wrist.
“Yo ass ain’t gon’ keep hitting me,” he stated, jerking me closer to him.
“Fuck you, let go.” My feelings were beyond hurt. We had one little spat over a misunderstanding and that nigga went jumping the first bitch willing. The fuck? Whereas my dumbass basically stop fucking with niggas because of Blaze. I was taking this friend thing serious with his ass because I didn’t want my getting head to be the reason whatever it was between us failed.
My good dumbass.
“Man, gon’ with that bullshit, fo’real. Peaches, you said it, baby girl, we ain’t together. I can do what the fuck I want,” he threw back at me.
I slapped him again with my free hand before jerking away from him. “And? We weren’t together when you beat Sly’s ass. Twice! So what you want me to be cool with you fuckin’ that bitch after everything, fo’real? You know what? Don’t even worry about it, do you, baby,” I snapped, about to walk away until I noticed ol’ girl staring. “And his ass still ain’t free for you to fuck. Now I dare yo ass to fuck with her again, I’ma beat both y’all ass. Fuck with me! Get the fuck off of me, Blaze.” My hands pushed at his chest, trying to get free from his hold. But Blaze wasn’t letting go.