by J Peach
“But it’s not a no,” he replied, his nose tracing along my jaw as his hand roamed up my thigh until he reached the hem of my shirt and slipped his hand underneath.
My mind began to cloud as his fingers danced along my lower back, his nails dragging along the skin.
“I won’t date a hood, it’s just you.” The truth was out and I wanted more than anything to pull it in because now I was vulnerable and I hated it, that, him. I didn’t want to get hurt and he was, without a doubt, the one who could do just that.
Grasping the side of his face, my lips lightly brushed against his once, then twice, before tracing the slit with the tip of my tongue.
Blaze’s lips parted before his mouth covered mine. His tongue slid into my mouth. He took hold of my waist, lifted and turned me so I was now straddling his hips. His hands grasped my thighs tightly. Our heads moved from one side to the other as we tried getting our mouths closer, which was impossible.
The clearing of a throat seemed to have made Blazes’ hands tighten. We broke apart and I looked to my side as did Blaze.
“Hey, Boon,” she spoke excitedly.
Damn!
Chapter 34
Peaches
A girl no more than sixteen or seventeen stood beside us. What had me groaning was that I knew her as well as the man she was with.
“Damn, what the hell y’all doing here? Please, tell me my moms ain’t here?” Blaze said before I could speak? Damn, this was embarrassing.
“Hey, Peaches.” Getting off of Blaze’s lap, I let out a small laugh as I pushed my hair from my face, feeling even more embarrassed in front of the smiling teen.
“Hey, Brittany. Um, I haven’t seen you at the clinic in a while.” What was I suppose too say? I was embarrassed as hell and that was the first thing that came to mind.
“Forget that, let’s talk about you getting freaky with—”
“Britt, shut up before I slap yo ass. Is ma here with y’all?”
“Nope, just me and dad. We were car shopping,” she said excitedly before seating in my seat.
“Hey, Peaches, can’t speak?” Marcus spoke.
“Hey, Marcus. Damn, it’s been long.” As embarrassing as it was, seeing an old face was always nice, especially Marcus’ sexy ass.
“It has been—” Marcus started, but Blaze cut him off.
“Hold up. How the hell y’all know each other?” Suspiciously, he questioned.
I rolled my eyes at him before grabbing a chair from the table behind us and sat next to Blaze. Marcus did the same.
“Oh, we used to hook up all time,” I said in a bored tone, which he apparently didn’t catch. “I’m playing. King used to drop me off at his gym all the time after my mom and dad passed.” I shrugged before smiling. “Which explains why I can beat yo ass,” I said, laughing as did Brittany and Marcus.
“Girl, my momma thought you were a man when Boon came over all beat up. When she found out it was you, she like that little ass girl,” Brittany explained.
I was offended by the little ass girl comment. I was not little, but average height.
“Britt, watch yo mouth,” Marcus told her and she smacked her lips while rolling her eyes.
“So, how long you’ve been dating my brotha?” She asked,
I opened my mouth then closed it. I couldn’t say we weren’t dating because they’d just seen us.
“We’re not dating, we’re getting to know each other,” I told her truthfully, again she rolled her eyes.
“Well, if that mark on yo neck is to indicate anything, it’s that he knows you pretty well,” she said with a crooked smile.
I was about to put a muzzle on that damn girl.
Blaze barked out a laugh before balling up his fist and holding it out for her to pound.
“Damn well, Britt, damn well,” he stated, looking down at me, winking.
I looked at Marcus who was watching Blaze and I with a weird look.
“Anyways, Marcus, how’s the gym going?” I changed the subject.
“Good, you should come by. I’m sure my guys would love seeing you again. How’s your brother.”
“I’ll do that. And King doing good, still crazy and controlling as hell, but he’s good. He was supposed to have been here, though,” I said, feeling the pockets on my scrubs before remembering my phone was locked in the car. “Bae, can I see your phone?” I picked up Blaze’s drink, getting some.
“Bae? But you’re not dating, right?” Brittany said, I was about to slap her ass.
“Britt, shut yo ass up before I slap the shit outda you.” I started choking off the pop as he spoke my thoughts.
“Whatever,” she said, and this time I laughed.
“He be slapping you, huh?” I asked her, laughing. Shid, I knew the feeling, so I couldn’t blame her for shutting up. “You do not be slapping that damn girl with yo heavy handed ass,” I said, muffing his ass.
“Fuck I do, like I slap yo ass. You better keep yo hands off me,” Blaze said and I muffed his ass again.
“Baby, I ain’t worried about you. Brittany, I got these spiked brass knuckles, just let me know when you need them. Blaze gon’,” I laughed as he pulled me out of my seat and back into his lap. “I was only playing, dang.”
“Don’t be influencing my sister with yo violent ass. Brass knuckles don’t stop yo ass from getting slapped and it damn sho’ ain’t gon stop her.”
“So what, but it make you think twice.” My hands ran up the back of his head.
“You better stop,” he said as my nails pressed into his scalp.
My tongue over my lips, getting them wet, I bit into the corner of my bottom lip, giving him a sexy little smile.
“I’m not doing anything, we just talking.” Pulling his head back, my mouth went to his neck, sucking and biting at the skin.
“Aw shit. Daddy, give me yo phone.”
That little girl was too much. Once Blaze’s hands tighten on my waist, my right hand left his head. Digging into the cup on the table, taking a handful of ice, I quickly stuck my hand into the back of his shirt at the same time my lips covered his.
Blaze started mumbling while trying to push me away, but I held onto him tightly before I started laughing.
“Get the fuck off me,” he said as I quickly got off his lap and went behind Brittany’s chair.
“Blaze, gon’ now. Ain’t nobody playing with you, for real.” Shaking his head, he glared at me as he shook the ice out his shirt.
“I’m still slapping yo ass, I promise,” he threatened and I laughed, knowing he wasn’t going to. Then again, his ass probably was.
“I’m sorry, let’s kiss and make up.” I walked over to him, but he pushed me away. “Bae, stop. Blaze, you not gon’ kiss me?” I mimicked him as I puckered my lips. “Blaze, fo’real, you ain’t gon’ kiss me?” Shaking his head he started laughing.
“Boss, yo ass, man,” he said as I pressed my lips to his.
“You still gon’ play with my titties tonight?” I whispered against his lips and again he laughed before pulling me into his lap.
“Aw, y’all are so cute. This going on Facebook. Peaches, what’s yo name on there so I can tag you?” Brittany asked as Marcus came back with a plate full of food. “Where mine at?”
Marcus looked at her like she was crazy. “Up there, you better get up and go make one.”
Blaze started laughing at his little sisters shocked face.
“Fo’real, Daddy, it’s like that? You tryna show out now? Okay, remember that,” she told him as he ate.
“Who are you talking to? No, you remember this when you waking me up to find a car.”
Brittany’s face turned serious after that. “I was just playing, why you getting serious?”
I started laughing, she reminded me so much of my younger self. Especially with the way she was talking to Marcus, the only difference with that was my dad would’ve hauled off and slapped my ass in the mouth.
“Blaze, let me see your phone so I can call K
ing, he should’ve been here by now.” It wasn’t like King not to show up or call for that matter, so I was starting to get worried.
“He’ll be here chill—”
“It’s been like an hour, he never takes this long to come when I call him. Has he called or texted your phone back?” I asked him. King always, and I mean always showed up when I called, no matter what. Something must have happened.
“Calm yo ass down, I told him not to come yet. I’ll call him when you ready,” Blaze informed me.
I breathed out a sigh of relief. “Don’t ever do something like that without telling me, God.” After I snapped at him, a smile came to my lips. “So you wanted to spend time with me, huh?”
“Something like that. Don’t let that shit go to yo head. Peaches, gon’ with yo childish ass,” Blaze complained as I kept kissing him, making his sister laugh.
“Boon, stop acting like that. You was just about to have sex with the girl in here, so stop frontin’,” Brittany said.
“Yeah, stop frontin, Booney.” I laughed, saying his name with a hard B. “Now gimme kiss before I slap yo ass.”
“Y’all are so cute. Boon, give her a kiss,” Brittany said with her phone already up. Marcus paid us no mind, he was too busy eating.
“Gimme kisses, Blaze.” I puckered up my lips, pressed them to his, and heard the camera snap. “See, that wasn’t hard, now was it?” I asked while rubbing my lips across his. God, I felt like one of those love struck teenagers people saw in movies.
“Hell yeah. Now get yo ass off me.” He pushed me off his lap.
“Whatever, just remember this later,” I stated while grabbing my cup to go refill it. Once I got there, I shook my head as his little sister appeared next to me.
“So, why you don’t wanna date my brotha? I mean, he’s likes you.” she asked.
“I like him too, but have you met yo brother.” She laughed at that as she got a cup.
“He’s rough, but he’s kinda nice, just in a hard way. Besides, he’s different, okay maybe not. It’s hard to explain, but besides with my mom and me, he doesn’t joke or play as much with anyone like he does with you. So that’s something, right?” I shrugged. “Look, I just want my brotha happy and apparently your making him just that. He’s not the nicest, but… Forget it. There’s no way in hell I can make him look good. He’s crazy, always fighting… Wait, you know this yet you still like him?” She asked, looking at me with a confused look.
“Yeah, I do,” I said, leaning against the railing, glancing over at the table where Blaze sat talking to Marcus. My attention was soon drawn back to Brittany as she suddenly slapped my arm hard. “Ow, what the hell wrong with you?” I was about to slap her little ass.
“You like him, really like him. Well, that’s good, right? I can tell he really likes you though.” That little girl was everywhere with her damn questions.
If her heavy handed ass hit me again, I was knocking her out. Shit, had my damn arm stinging.
“How you know he likes me?”
She looked me over before placing a hand on her right hip. “For one, look at you. You’re wearing scrubs, that’s something my mom walk around the house in. Yet you have that on and my brotha is all over you. Enough said. So does this mean you’re going to be sticking around for a while?” I laughed at her and started walking away. “Peaches, I’m serious.”
“If he acts right, it’s a possibility,” I said going back to my seat.
“Well, that’s not a no.” She sounded like Blaze’s ass, making me laugh.
“It’s not a yes, either,” I stated and she rolled her eyes.
“Whatever, I know the truth. Anyway, where you get yo car from?” Shaking my head, I laughed.
“My brother got it for my birthday last year.”
“Yo brother got you a car, damn he must be nice. Booney got a car lot and won’t give me a car.”
“Damn right, I ain’t giving yo ass shit,” Blaze told her as he stood up and I noticed immediately his mood had changed.
“You okay?” My hand brushed against his only to have him move it away.
“We ‘bout to go, tell ma I’ll be over there later. Come on,” he ignored my question completely.
Not wanting to argue, I got up with him.
“It was nice seeing the both of you again,” Brittany got out her seat coming to give me a hug.
“Boon, is you bringing her over to the house later?” She asked, letting me go.
“N’all, she got something to do,” he lied, but I keep my mouth shut.
“Well, are you bringing her to mommy’s barbeque Friday?” Brittany continued her questioning.
“N’all, she ain’t coming,” Blaze answered, his body language and tone of voice showed his irritation.
I’m ready to go now.
“Why?” She asked slowly.
“Brittany, stop asking questions. Sit down and eat,” Marcus said to her in a hard voice which made her flop down in the chair.
What the hell did we miss?
“Whatever, Peaches. You got Facebook, Instagram or Twitter?” She was too much.
“No she—” Blaze started, but I cut him off.
“Yeah, I got Facebook, JuicyPeach1. Tag me when you post them pictures,” I told her and she waved me off.
“Girl, I already posted them and that video, but I’ll tag you though.”
“Man, bring yo ass on, damn. And yo ass bet not post shit on Facebook, I’ma knock you the fuck out if you do,” Blaze snapped, yanking me toward him, almost making me fall.
Righting myself, I punched him. “The hell wrong with you pulling on me like you stupid? Boy,” I had to bite into my bottom lip so I wouldn’t seriously cuss his ass out. I didn’t know what happened with him and Marcus, but he wasn’t going to be taking his anger out on me. Pushing past him, I walked toward the door then went out of it.
“Peaches!” Turning around I punched his ass hard as hell.
“Don’t ever yank me like that again. I ain’t done shit to you,” I snapped at him. Grabbing my arm, he yanked me back before roughly pushing me into the brick like wall.
“Yo ass better quit fuckin’ hitting me, I done told you. The fuck you go and give her yo Facebook shit fah?” Is he serious?
“You mad because I gave her my name on Facebook?” I asked dumbly.
“Yo ass shouldn’t be talkin’ to her, if she put that shit up there I’ma knock yo ass out,” he snapped at me.
“Are you fuckin’ serious? Yo dumbass heard her say she was posting that shit, I didn’t tell her to do it. So why the fuck you getting mad at me?”
“This why I don’t introduce bitches to my folks, y’all dumbasses start to get to fuckin’ attached,” he spat out harshly as he pulled me back then slammed me into the wall again.
Over some pictures, fuckin’ pictures he knew she was taking. Every time it seemed like we’re going somewhere, that shit happened.
“Blaze, let me go.” I spoke calmly as my breathing picked up. He looked like he wanted to say something, but I jerked my arms in his hold. “Let me go, I don’t give two fucks about what you got to say. I swear, I don’t. Go to one of yo bitches that hadn’t got attached,” I told him while yanking my arms from his hold then pushing him back.
I was pissed to the point that my nails bit into the palms of my hands and my body got hot. I just want to hurt him, shoot him, or stab his ass, whichever thing I got my hands on first.
Hearing Blaze unlock his door, I went to his trunk. Opening it, I grabbed the tire iron.
“Peaches, calm yo ass the fuck down. Boss, you come at me, I’m laying you out,” he threatened.
I was so tempted.
I went to my passenger side, swung the tire iron, breaking the window. After I knocked the glass out, I unlocked my door.
“The fuck yo dumbass do that fah?”
“Shut the fuck up talkin’ to me!” Biting into my bottom lip, I threw the tire iron so hard toward his dumbass, hoping it hit him, but he ducked just in
time.
Hurriedly, I jumped in my car and slammed the door. I got my keys out, started up and then pulled off.
I’m so done with this bipolar nigga!
Chapter 35
Peaches
“I can’t believe you broke yo window, I would’ve busted his. Boo, you’re still shaking,” Ebony said, coming to sit next to me. After the whole ordeal with Blaze, I went to Ebony’s. Already knowing Blaze would’ve gone to my apartment. I’d been here for an hour and a half, still pissed.
I had never walked away like I just had when I felt that angry. My legs bounced rapidly and my hands shook violently.
“E, I just want to kill him. God! Ugh!” Getting up out my seat, I started pacing. “He was so pissed over a fuckin’ picture, like actually mad. If he ain’t want her takin’ the shit, his ass should’ve said something then, not after. Talkin’ ‘bout, that’s why he doesn’t let bitches meet his people!” I just wanted to hit something.
“Peach, calm down. Here baby, drink this.” Ebony handed me a shot glass which I quickly threw back.
“Ugh, E. What the fuck is that?” My hand rubbed at my burning chest.
“Hennessey, good right?” She asked, handing me another shot.
“Hell n’all, that shit burns.” I picked up the shot glass, tossed it back once again.
“You cool yet?” Ebony’s fingers combed through my hair
I shook my head. “No, I still want to kill him,” I told her truthfully as I took another shot.
“Okay, go shower. I’ll find you something to wear then call the girls and we’ll all go to Voodoo,” she said and I shook my head.
“Nothing good can come if I go to Voodoo, so I’m cool. I’ll shower though.” After throwing back two more shots, I went into the guest room, going straight to the bathroom to shower.
***
“No, I don’t love anyone but you bitches and King. I like him, I guess, and I don’t like him no mo. My life is just so messed up, I feel like a bipolar psycho. I got lesbians punching me in the face, then I got you bitches that had unstable relationships, or are in unstable relationships, whatever sound better, so you bitches can’t really help me. We should all just turn lesbians and date each other, well except for Missy. Her unstable girlfriend fights, that bitch hit me hard.” My friends started laughing at my drunk rambling.