by J Peach
Chapter 21
Peaches
“Peaches, hello? Anyone home?” Kim waved her hand in front of my face.
I had to tell them, I couldn’t pretend like everything was okay. God, I wanted to scream. I was a terrible person. Damn, what was wrong with me? I shouldn’t have left, I should’ve gone back.
“Peaches, seriously, what’s wrong?” Kimmy asked, sitting on the grass next to me.
“I slept with Blaze—”
“You what? When? What happened? Did he force you?” Angel’s overly dramatic self questioned.
“Yesterday, but it was an accident—”
“What, you accidently fell on his dick and decided to ride?” Angel asked and started laughing.
“Bitch, shut up,” I said before I groaned out.
“I told y’all asses. Now give me my damn money, ten bucks each, bitches.” Missy rubbed her fingers together.
I sat on the grass looking from one to the other, not believing them. “Y’all placed a bet on me?” They shrugged, like actually, nonchalantly shrugged. “You bitches bet on me sleeping with him?” I needed new friends.
“Missy started it, but if it was by force then it don’t count,” Angel said and Ebony hit her. “What? I’m just saying. Whatever, you bitches cheated any damn way. Y’all wanted her to sleep with his ass,” Angel said while rolling her eyes.
“Why are y’all betting on us fuckin’ anyways? Like who does that?” I asked them and they all rolled their eyes.
“It was bound to happen. Whether you want to admit or accept it, you love that crazy mothafucka. And even though he kind of scares me—just a little bit—I think he likes you,” Kimmy said while picking up Cherry.
Reaching over, I rubbed Cherry’s head. “He told me last night he did,” I started saying, but Missy cut me off.
“Did y’all have breakfast sex?” Laughing, I pulled up a hand full of grass and threw it at her. “Bitch, stop. You know how many dogs piss in this damn grass.” Picking up some more, I tossed it on her lap. “See, this why I dumped yo ass.” Laughing, I shook my head.
“Bitch, fuck you. No, we didn’t have breakfast sex. I kinda left before he woke up,” I said.
“You what?” Angel asked, sitting up straight. “You didn’t do that, Peach. Like fah real?”
Biting my lip, I nodded my head, feeling bad all over again.
“Bitch you did not pull a Houdini on that damn man,” Ebony said, looking slightly pissed as did Angel.
“I did,” I mumbled in a low voice.
Kimmy shook her head as Missy blew out a heavy breath.
“That’s fuck’d up, Peach,” Missy said, shaking her head.
“It really is. I don’t even like the nigga and I feel bad for his ass. The fuck is wrong with you?” Angel asked. To say I was shocked at her attitude would’ve been an understatement.
“You don’t even like him. I mean, you did try to run his ass over, right? So why should it matter?” I snapped at Angel and her face soon contorted into a glare.
“You tried hitting him?” Kim asked, but Angel ignored her as she glared hard at me.
“I don’t have to like him, but the shit you did was fuck’d up. Yo ass just sat here saying you slept with him and that Blaze admitted that he likes you. Isn’t that what you wanted? How would yo ass feel had it been vice versa? You know what? This has nothing to do with me, but yo ass stupid. Outda everything you’ve told us about this man, it’s kind of obvious that he likes you. I can see if he was fuckin’ around like King’s triflin ass—”
“Whoa! We ain’t got shit to do with this—” Ebony jumped in and cut Angel off only to have Angel do the same and snap at her.
“Ebony, shut yo ass up. Y’all dumbass got everything to do with it. If King wasn’t such a hoe and you wasn’t such a dumbass, Peaches wouldn’t be scared to let Blaze in. She sees what yo ass going through as well as what her mom went through and don’t wanna be like y’all. What her dumbass don’t even realize is that Blaze ain’t shit like her dad or King, except for being crazier than the both of those mothafuckas.
“From the few times we all have kicked it, I picked up that his ass hardly talk to anyone and if his crazy ass ain’t scooping out the place his eyes are always on you. You Houdini this nigga fah real? Did you even once think about him before you left? Cold or not, he’s still human, Peaches. I don’t have time for this shit, I’m gone.” Getting up off the ground, she started walking away.
What the hell just happened?
“Guess she told y’all asses.” Missy laughed before getting up and going after her. “Angel!”
“What the hell is wrong with her?” I asked them and was about to get up, but Kimmy pulled me back down.
“Let her be, Peach. She might cut yo ass right about now.” Kim laughed, which I didn’t find funny.
“What for? She don’t even like Blaze?” I stated, still not understanding why she blew up on me.
“She doesn’t have to, but you do. Plus, you know that damn… What’s that triflin’ ass nigga name… I can’t remember, but he did the same shit to her when we were younger and when she finally caught up with his ass, come to find out the mothafucka was married.”
“Curtis black ass. I didn’t even think about that shit. Damn, I fuck’d up, didn’t I?”
Groaning, I laid my head on her shoulder. I understood Angel going off about the Houdini, it was fuck’d up. She was right, I hadn’t thought about him at all, especially after knowing about his past, the reason he was the way he was. I hadn’t thought, I was just trying to feed my own selfish need.
Damn, he probably hates me.
“That explains why she went off on yo ass, but what the fuck I do?” Ebony asked.
“I mean no disrespect to you, Peaches, and God rest his soul, but everybody know how Dmitri was. Look at King, he’s the same and you’re no different from Patricia. The both of y’all knew what them men be doing and y’all stayed. This is Peaches’ first real relationship, but her seeing what you and her mom went through,” Kimmy started saying, shaking her head, “can’t nobody really fault you, Peaches.
“But running ain’t gon’ get it. I agree with Angel, I don’t think he’s like them. Besides that one bitch, I don’t hardly see him with nobody. Whenever we bypass each other, the mothafucka don’t even speak when he see me and he know you my bitch. So I’m with Ang on this one,” Kimmy finished. Again I groaned.
Why did relationships have to be so fuckin confusing?
Why did we even need to bring our feelings into it?
Why couldn’t it just be chillin’ and occasionally having sex?
All these damn why’s, but not one answer to either of them.
“Her ass ain’t got shit to do with King and I, so don’t be using me as a mothafuckin’ example. Fuck y’all bitches,” Ebony snapped as she snatched up her water bottle and stomped off like a kid. I just waved her ass off, that bitch was always blowing up when you brought her and King’s ass into something.
“I got to fix this, don’t I?”
Kimmy nodded her head. “Yep, and it looks like now’s the time.”
I wasn’t talking about right now, damn.
“Not right now, I have to come up with something first,” I explained and she rolled her eyes.
“Well you better start thinking fast because he just pulled up.” My head quickly turned toward the parking lot and sure enough there he was on his blue and yellow Honda CBR1000RR. “I’m mad he lookin’ sexy as hell on that bike. Like damn, can I have a taste?” Kimmy stated and I turned to look at her, seeing a small blush cover her yellow cheeks.
“Get fuck’d up, Kim.”
She laughed as she shook her head. “It was a joke. He’s sexy and all, but he’s crazy as fuck. Even if he wasn’t, he too stuck on yo dumbass. You know what? I do need his ass, I mean, you don’t want ’em so why should you care? I wouldn’t mind replacing Mike’s triflin’ ass with him. First he needs to notice me.”
“Are you serious right now
?” The hell was wrong with her talking about he needed to notice her. “That ain’t even funny Kim, seriously.”
“Hell yeah, I need a good man, crazy or not. Shid, you don’t want him. I mean if you did yo ass wouldn’t still be sitting here in my damn face. Now get yo ass up and go over there before I do.” She was right like always. Letting out a sigh, Kimmy pushed me. “Go and talk to him.”
Looking back over his way, Sam pulled up with King right behind him. Once they parked, three other dudes, two light skinned and one dark, walked over to them with a basketball.
“Go Peaches.” Kimmy pushed me harder that time. I was nervous as hell, but I needed to do this.
Pushing myself up off the ground and then dusting the grass off me, I made my way over to them.
Chapter 21
Peaches
“Bellow, you bitch ass nigga, fuck you been at?” King asked while shaking up with this cute, tall, yellow dude.
“Two a game?” The dark skinned one asked and they all made a noise.
“Fuck n’all. You hoes ain’t gon’ do shit but whine after yo fuck ass lose,” King told ’em and Blaze agreed while taking the black Jordan’s from Sam.
“Wayne, sit yo broke ass down, always tryna bet then wanna holla double. Fuck outda here,” Blaze told him, making everybody laugh expect Wayne.
I should just turn back while they haven’t noticed me. As I thought that I was suddenly pushed forward.
“Hey, King, boys. What you doing up here?” Kimmy greeted. That bitch! She knew I was gon’ turn around.
“Yo, who the hell you callin’ a damn boy? Ain’t no boy’s over here?” The tall, light skinned dude, Bellow told Kimmy, staring at her like she was a meal.
“Well, men and Kid, hello,” she stated. Covering my mouth, I laughed.
“I see you little mama, don’t let that mouth get yo ass in trouble.” The seriousness in his voice had the both of us shutting up. Bellow bounced the ball and purposely walked past, bumping into Kim.
Well damn, okay.
“He shut yo punk ass up,” King laughed as Kimmy pinched my arm.
“Girl, he just grabbed my ass,” she mumbled to me. After she said that we both turned to look over at him. Bellow had taken off his shirt and was now running to the basket and then dunking. “Well, damn. Girl look at his back.” It was covered with a tattoo of the face of a dragon. It covered his entire back with flames coming out of its eyes and nose. The tattoo was cute but it wasn’t something I’d like looking at every day.
Peeking at Kimmy, I saw that her eyes were glued on him, staring too hard.
“Mike gon’ beat that ass,” King told her and Kimmy looked at him with her brows raised.
“Who?” She questioned dumbly before looking back at Bellow.
I laughed, shaking my head. She sounded so serious.
“Damn, that’s fuck’d up. I’m telling,” King said while putting his arm over her shoulder. “Stay away from him, you a good girl. You don’t need that bitch corrupting you,” he said, pushing away from her then running on the court. “Come on, let’s ball. I got other shit to do,” he said, taking the ball from Bellow and shooting.
Glancing back at Blaze, I saw that he had taken off the black and grey Louis Vuitton fit he had on. He stood in a pair of black and blue basketball shorts, Air Jordan’s 1 MID and a black beater that hugged his muscular upper body tightly, showing every bulge of his pecks and abs. Blaze was one sexy ass man, no doubt.
Wayne suddenly yelling had me looking away from Blaze and to the court.
“Two a game. Come on, stop being some bitches, you broke mothafuckas,” Wayne stated while pulling money from his sock. Taking out two bills he tried handing it to Blaze.
“Nigga, give that funky ass shit to Sam. Fuck outda my face,” Blaze told him before pushing past me. I grabbed his arm and he jerked away from me like I had burnt him. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me.” Damn, he is pissed. Blaze saying that had everyone looking at us and I didn’t want to start a scene.
“Fuck y’all staring at? Damn. That ain’t got shit to do with none of y’all,” Kimmy said before walking to a pole, sliding Cherry’s leash on it and then walking on the court to snatch the ball. “I’ma take sexy caramel spot until he comes back. I got two,” Kimmy was saying while pulling her money from her bra, but stopped mid pull.
“Hell n’all, get the fuck off the court—” Wayne started, but was cut off.
“Wayne shut the fuck up, little mama can play. Her money’s good to me,” Bellow said, his hand going into her bra.
Oh, shit!
“Nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Kimmy snapped, going for a slap, but he easily caught her wrist and pushed her back.
“Feisty. I like that, but I don’t play that hitting shit. I’ll knock yo ass out.” He pulled off two hundred dollars then stuffed the rest into her cleavage before he walked away to give the money to Sam.
Kim just stood there looking lost like she didn’t know what to do. We weren’t used to that. Don’t get me wrong, we we’re used to the local thugs, corner slangers and shit, but those niggas were new grounds for us.
Suddenly I understood why my dad and King tried to keep us from that part of their lives, those wasn’t your average corner thugs. They were a whole new breed of possessive, cocky, paid, crazy niggas. It wasn’t any other way to describe them, those dudes were crazy.
“Leave her the fuck alone, Bell, fah I knock yo ass out. She fuck with my nigga, Mike, and he ain’t gon’ like you coming after his girl,” King told him, but Bellow didn’t look like he cared as he continued to stare at an uncomfortable looking Kimmy. “Come on, you on our team.” King tucked Kim under his arm, pulling her away from a grinning Bellow.
Yep, that nigga is crazy.
But maybe that was a good thing, he could probably loosen her tight ass up. I could see his ass having her bent into a pretzels or some shit.
“I’m guarding you,” Bellow told Kimmy and she shook her head.
“Hell no, I’m not playin’ no mo. Gimme my damn money back,” she snapped, pulling away from King and going straight to Sam. Shaking my head at them, I turned back to Blaze.
“Can we talk?” I asked him.
“Don’t sweat it, we cool. You didn’t know what you wanted so you bounced. Ain’t a point in talkin’ about it. Shid, I said what I had to. You made your choice so it’s that.” He went to make a move, but I stepped in front of him.
“Blaze, don’t do that. I shouldn’t have left this morning like I did. This is new for me and I just don’t…” With a sigh, my hand ran through my hair. I didn’t know how to explain it.
“It’s cool, Peaches. Don’t worry about it.” His calmness was scaring me, Blaze was never calm. I mean, never, especially not like that.
I fuck’d up and I needed to explain my reasons.
“She can get out, I’m in,” he said, walking off. I grabbed him again, this time he pushed me hard, almost making me fall. “Stop fuckin’ pulling on me, damn. It’s cool, now get yo ass on,” he snapped, and just like before everybody looked at us, including King. But unlike the rest, he was the only one making his way over.
Oh, my God! I don’t have time for this.
“King, gon’ okay. I got this,” I explained while tryna push him back.
“Folks, you better listen to her,” Blazes’ ass had to say something.
“Blaze, shut up—”
“You shut the fuck up,” King pushed me down and Blaze rocked his ass. King stumbled, but was right back at Blaze. Both those mothafuckas squared up. There was no talking, no pulling, no grabbing. Those niggas was straight boxing, knocking the shit outda each other, neither backing down.
“Y’all stop them!” Sam, Bellow, Wayne and the other dude looked at me like I was stupid.
“Hell n’all,” they all said in unison.
“Oh, my God! Blaze, King stop!” I yelled at them, but they paid me no attention. They were supposed to be friends and they were doing that. It wasn�
��t that serious. “Cherry!” As they were fighting they moved closer to my cat.
Oh, hell no! Grabbing my gun, I shot twice in the air.
There wasn’t too many people in the park so I wasn’t worried about no one hearing the shots and calling the police. Pushing away from each other, they both pulled out there guns.
Oh shit!
“Whoa wait, wait! It was just me.” I swear I saw both their lives flash before my eyes as their guns pointed at each other.
“What the fuck you shooting fah?” King snapped at me, his gun still pointed at Blaze and vice versa.
“Y’all almost stepped on Cherry,” I snapped at him while walking over and picking up my small cat. I stared at the two fools still holding their guns at each other. I slapped both they asses, King first then Blaze. “The fuck is wrong with y’all? How you gon’ be boys, but fight like y’all don’t even know each other. Pulling guns, for real?”
“Fuck that, I done already told this mothafucka about touchin’ you—” King tried to explain.
“Bitch, he pushed me, what is that? You do the same to Ebony, so how you gon’ get pissed at him?” The longer I stared at King the more pissed I got. He was always doing that shit! I just wanted to hit him.
I was gon’ hit him.
Putting Cherry down, I ran up on King and just started punching his ass. I was only able to lay about five or six quick hits before I was being push/pulled off him.
“Are you fuckin’ stupid? You gon’ swing on me? Fah real, Peaches?” King asked.
“You always do this shit, King. Always.” It was always that with him, it never failed. “You just went off fah nothing. Like damn, we ain’t kids no mo. You can’t go swinging on everybody that talk to me or push me. You said you was going to step back and let me do this on my own, fighting him is not stepping back, King! I should hit yo ass again,” I snapped at him.
King suddenly jumped at me and I flinched hard. I thought he was going to hit me.
“I dare yo ass to buck, you think you grown now, Peaches? Huh?” I didn’t know if that was a trick question or not. Either way, I didn’t answer. Shid, the fact that I just swung on him was finally settling into my body as the adrenaline from the anger I’d felt faded.