by J Peach
“Okay, I’ll come, but y’all ass better help me.” Of course King would be at the party. Mike used to stay down the street from us when we were younger, he and King practically grew up together so they were tight.
“King ain’t gon’ be on nothing, I promise—” Ebony started saying, making me roll my eyes.
“Don’t even. Bitch, you know damn well his ass gon’ try some shit. What are you doing?” I asked as she held her phone to her ear.
“Calling King,” Ebony replied.
“Put it on speaker,” the girls said in unison.
“Yo,” the way King answered had me rolling my eyes.
“Hey, bae. What are you doin’?” Ebony asked while leaning back on the couch.
“Shit. Out. Why what’s up?” She rolled her eyes at King’s reply.
“Nothing, bored, thinking about you.” King laughed at that before humming.
“What about me got you thinkin’?” Ebony suddenly got this big smile on her face. There I was thinking she was tryna play shit off, but her whole damn body language changed.
‘”Um… us last night—”
“Hell nall, bitch, go in the room,” I told her and King laughed.
“Tell Peaches to shut her hating ass up,” Ebony laughed as I stuck up my middle finger.
“Hey, bae, are you going to Mike’s party?” She asked, getting straight to it.
“Mhm, yeah. I’ma be there and hell nall she can’t come.” King snapped into the phone.
“Nigga, she is coming. How the fuck you sound? All of us are going and so is she,” Ebony stated, returning his hostile tone of voice. “She a grown ass woman, nigga, if she can’t go yo ass ain’t goin’.” I rolled my eyes at that, knowing damn well since she said something to him about me going, he was gon’ make sure I really didn’t. That was one thing I loved, but hated about King, he took overprotection to a whole new level.
“Shut the fuck up, yo ass ain’t even going. Boss, you walk yo ass in that house I’m fuckin’ you up—” King’s snapping voice was quickly shut off as she took him off speaker.
“Hold the fuck up, if yo ass think you going to this party and I ain’t going you done lost yo damn mind. King, yo triflin’ ass ain’t slick—” the slamming of my guestroom door muffled Ebony’s snapping words. Looking at the girls, we started laughing.
“Here I’m thinkin’ that bitch got pull, only to hear her ass get told she can’t go. Yeah, she a grown ass woman though,” Kimmy said, laughing.
“King just be running his mouth when it comes to Ebony, he knew damn well she going to that party.” We all hummed our agreements. King was a punk when it came to that damn girl. She could talk her way in and out of everything.
“So, you’re not going now, huh?” Kimmy asked with a shake of her head as if she already knew the answer. I had to agree, though, it was about time I started doing what I wanted without having to worry about how King’s overprotective ass was going to react. I was a twenty-four years old who was still getting treated like a sixteen year old.
Fuck it!
“I’m going, but if he try something y’all’s asses better be there to help me.” After I said that, Ebony came back in the living room.
“Yeah, she can go, but I don’t want no shit outda y’all damn girls, man.” King’s voice came from the speaker as Ebony smiled at me before mouthing the words we in that bitch.
“Daddy, ain’t gon’ be no shit, I promise.” Ebony replied back while flopping down next to me.
“I’m on my way over there, you gon’ blow a nigga when I get there.” King had no shame. Ebony took him off speaker, looking slightly embarrassed, which we paid no mind. We know what their nasty asses did. Hell, I had walked in on them many-a-days.
“No, bye, King. No, I’ll think about it. Man, bye, get off my phone. Mmm, if you do that, then yeah—” Tuning out their conversation, I turned to Kimmy.
“What time this thing start?” Seeing as Mike was her dude, I figured she’d know.
“Shid, I don’t know. Late, when night hits. We gotda get there early tho, otherwise there ain’t gon’ be nowhere to park. I hope Mike’s baby momma don’t show up,” Kimmy said, letting out a heavy breath. We all knew how stressful it was to her just being with Mike, but to add a stupid ass baby momma in the mix was bullshit. His baby momma was crazy over Mike’s triflin’ ass. If it was me, I would’ve stopped fuckin’ with him, especially when he had a baby on my ass.
“If she does, we’ll just beat her ass, simple as that. She can get it just like any other bitch in there that wanna start some shit.” Leave it to Angel ol’ violent ass to say some shit like that, but she wasn’t lying. We never started anything, but we damn sure would finish it.
“Missy, where you going?” I asked as she got up, grabbing her purse.
“About to see what you got that I can wear before you go looking.”
“Oh, yeah, I need to see if you got some shoes that’ll match my outfit.” Kimmy added to Missy’s reply.
“No the fuck y’all not. See this why I don’t like you two bitches coming over here.” Ignoring me, they both laughed and kept going. “I can’t stand those two hoes.” Getting comfortable on the couch, I turned on the TV.
“Peach, what you got to eat, I’m starving?” Angel asked, rubbing her stomach.
“Leftovers from last night if you want. It’s some meatloaf, corn, green beans, and mash potatoes left. I don’t know how much really left though, King came over with that Sam dude and that nigga can eat. But I got forty dollas out that ass though.”
Laughing, Angel walked into the kitchen. “I’ma be pissed if he did, I’m hungry as hell,” she yelled from the kitchen. The loud knock on the door had me looking over toward it as it came open revealing King, Sam, Blaze, and Mike.
“Kim, Mike’s here!” I yelled from the couch. “Happy birthday,” sitting up, I gave Mike a hug.
“Thanks, you coming to the party, right?” Nodding my head, I sat back down, laying out on the couch.
“Yeah, I’ll be there— Damn!” Snapping, I looked at Sam like he was crazy. “Big ass flopping on my damn feet, you see me stretched out and you come over here to sit down.” Ever since that Blaze cat got out him and King’s ass seemed to be joined at the hip. To me it was crazy because before last week I’d never even heard of a Blaze or Sam. Suddenly those niggas were like the best of friends.
“Damn, I’m sorry. I didn’t even see yo legs right there. Hey, Peaches. How’s your day going?” Staring at Sam, I shook my head with a laugh. Since that night we met his ass had been none stop flirting. King had already gone off on his ass but that nigga still hadn’t quit.
I must admit though, it was hella attractive to me. Most niggas King snapped at ran away like scared dogs with their tails tucked between their legs.
“It’s been alright,” I replied before turning to Mike. “Can you go get yo bitch out my room? She in there stealing my damn shoes.”
Laughing, Mike sat on the arm of the couch, shaking his head. “Kimmy, get yo ass out her room, you got yo own damn shoes,” he yelled, looking toward the back. “That broad got a shoe fetish, you should see my damn room, fuckin’ heels everywhere. Fuck’d up thing, her ass don’t even stay there.”
Laughing at what he said, I shook my head, knowing he wasn’t lying because her room was the same damn way. It was funny because Kimmy’s ass was always the first to say she didn’t have no shoes to wear.
“Hey, bae, don’t be in here talkin’ ‘bout me. I do stay at your house when I want to, so my shoes can be at your place,” Kimmy told him as she stood between his legs with her arms around his neck.
Leaning down, Mike kissed her and I found myself awing to myself. I had to silently admit that even though Mike was a trifling ass nigga, he and Kim were cute together. His tall, muscular build with her short, but shapely chubby figure was cute. Chubby or not, it didn’t take away from her beautiful light brown skin complexion, pretty dimpled smile, or glowing dark brown eyes. Even with
the extra weight Kimmy was beyond beautiful, better looking than most small bitches who thought a size two made them the shit. With Kimmy’s personality, looks, and the fact my bitch could throw down in a kitchen, the bitch was the total package.
That’s probably why Mike’s ass didn’t want to let her go.
Realizing I was just staring at them, I quickly looked away only too catch the ending of King’s sentence.
“…I’m not fuckin’ playin, you hear me?”
Was he talking to me?
“King, chill, damn. It’s a party, she can do what the fuck she wants. Last we checked she was grown,” Angel said, walking into the room with a plate of food.
“What’s that you eating?” Mike asked, trying to make a grab for Angel’s plate.
“Boy, go on, shit. It’s some more left in the kitchen,” Angel pulled her plate out of his reach.
“Shut yo black ass up, I wasn’t talkin’ to yo stank ass,” King stated, causing Angel to stop mid bite to look at him.
“King, don’t make me beat yo ass then make you kiss my stank, round, black ass.” We laughed at that, those two forever stayed into it.
“Bitch, I ain’t kissing shit. You can suck my dick, though,” King said, undoing his jeans. As he was doing that, Ebony hit him.
“Leave her alone before we have to whoop yo ass,” Ebony joked, which made King muff her.
“Dreads, don’t be staring, baby. You can get it too,” Kimmy added, staring at Sam who had been quiet, both he and Blaze.
Glancing back at Blaze, he stood, leaned against the living room wall. He didn’t say anything, just looked around. He must have felt my eyes on him because his soon jumped to mine. With a sight laugh I looked away from his intense stare that had the pit of my stomach tightening as well as a giddy feeling stirring up inside that tight space.
“Kimmy, shut the fuck up, he ain’t said shit to you,” Leave it to Mike to blow shit outda proportion.
“You shut the fuck up, he didn’t have to, he was lookin’, though. Peaches, he looks like he’s about to jump on you,” Kimmy said, making me as well as Sam laugh.
“I was thinking about it, but she probably got a gun under that pillow,” Sam had the room going quiet as the girls and I made eye contact before bursting into a fit of laughter. “What’s funny?”
Laughing, I leaned up, then reached between the couch cushion and pulled out my Ruger. “You can never be too careful, so come on pretty boy. Go on, jump yo ass over here,” I said.
Sam scooted away from me, then with a laugh, “I ain’t fuckin’ with you. King, what’s up with baby girl and guns?”
Before King could reply Ebony hauled off and slapped the shit outda him. The impact of the sound was so loud I felt that shit.
My hand went to my cheek as my mouth parted from shock. King’s facial expression, I’m pretty sure, mirrored mine.
“Damn!” I heard Blaze say as Ebony started going off, jerking on King’s shirt.
“What bitch was you just with? And I dare yo ass to fuckin’ lie!” She yelled, slapping him again. That second slap brought King from his shocked haze and he quickly jumped up, as did I, already knowing shit was about to get ugly. “This bitch leaving marks, huh, fo’ real. Go on’ lie, Ha’Keem, you triflin’ ass mothafucka! And you gon’ bring yo ass over here after being with some bitch,” Ebony snapped, muffing King in the head, waiting on him to say something.
His hand went to her neck and King pushed her back hard as hell, making her fall to the floor.
“Yo stupid ass hit me like that again, I’ma beat yo ass! I wasn’t with no bitch—” Ebony jumped up from the floor and slapped the shit outda him again. “Bitch! What the fuck I just tell yo stupid ass?” King snatched her ass up by the neck, slammed Ebony on the couch and slapped the fuck out of her. “I wasn’t with no bitch.”
From the way he said that, I already knew his ass was lying and I shook my head.
“King, let her go!” I yanked on his shirt, tryin’ to get him off of her, but Ebony’s hips bucked with King on top of her, swinging on his ass.
He pushed her hard into the couch, then hopped up. Ebony was pissed, and her anger could be clearly seen in the mean glare her face contorted into as she quickly jumped up. Her chest heaved up then down as she failed to control herself.
“Get the fuck off me! I said I wasn’t with no bitch, unless you calling these two niggas bitches.”
“You really gon’ stand here and fuckin’ lie? Nigga you got fuckin’ lipstick on yo collar. Ain’t this red lipstick? Please tell me it ain’t, you lying son of a bitch. And yo ass smell like some funky ass corner store perfume!” Ebony yelled, punching him in his chest before slapping him hard across the face.
King, in retaliation, slapped the shit outda her, harder than the first time.
Ebony went crazy. Jumping on King, she started beating the shit outda him. Punching, slapping, biting, whatever she could do.
Yeah, King was a dog ass nigga. She knew it and every time she found out, it was always this dumb shit, but in the end she never left. So why react like that if she was going to continue taking him back, knowing how he was?
I just didn’t understand it.
“Y’all need to chill the fuck out! I do stay in an apartment! Take that shit outside or to yo own house!” I yelled, grabbing the back of King’s shirt, trying to pull him out of Ebony’s grasp. But that bitch wasn’t letting go, she was whacking the hell out of him on his back, upside his head, everywhere she could hit him. King’s ass was no better, he wasn’t punching her, but he was slapping the shit out of Ebony and choking her.
“You triflin’ ass bitch, I’m fuckin’ done! Go back to that bitch you was just with, I fuckin’ hate yo triflin’ ass!” Ebony yelled in King’s face as he managed to grab her which wasn’t smart on his part as Ebony opened her mouth and bit into his chest.
“Bitch, you better quit fuckin’ bitin’, I wasn’t with no fuckin’ bitch,” his lying only seemed to piss her off more. It suddenly seemed like she got the strength of ten men as she got out of his hold and tackled King, sending him falling backwards my way.
I was pulled back just in time as they both fell down with a thud.
“You think it’s smart to stand that close?” Blaze asked with his arms securely around my waist, pulling my back to his chest as he held me tightly.
“I can take care of myself. If you wanna grab somebody though, get yo boy, please.” Blaze hummed just as King picked Ebony up and started carrying her to the back where the rooms were.
CHAPTER 5
The moment was quiet with King and Ebony no longer where we could see or hear them, Blaze spoke. “Shid, yo girl the one who needed to be grabbed from the look of it. Plus, that ain’t have shit to do with me.” I felt him shrug as he finished answering my question.
Looking down at his arm still around my waist, I let out a small laugh. “I think it’s safe to let me go now.”
Blaze turned me to his front, then pulled our bodies close together. “I don’t know, but ol’ girl looked a little possessed. So, what’s up with you? Why the hell you rolling yo eyes?”
Laughing, I shook my head. “No reason, ain’t nothing been up but school, work, the usual. What about you? You’ve been out for a good week. How’s the outside world treating you?”
Blaze shrugged before he leaned against the wall. “I can’t call it yet, though. I did meet this one babe, but she ain’t tryna give a nigga no play,” he explained as his hand rubbed up and down my side.
My lips twisted to keep my smile at bay. “Well, maybe she has her reasons to not give you any play.”
Blaze gave me a blank stare and then a hum. “What the fuck kind of reasons would she have?” Was his question, one I’d already answered.
I pressed myself more into him, then slowly began moving my hands up his chest to his broad shoulders. Licking my lips, I smoothed out his shirt, my eyes not once leaving his chest as I began to talk.
“There could be a lot, on
e of which, you hang out with King and he just so happens to surround himself with dog ass niggas. Two, you’re his friend,” my teeth sank into my bottom lip, I peeked up at him. “And as I said before, I don’t date my brother’s friends.” Grabbing his arm from my waist, I stepped away from him. “You thirsty? I got beer, juice, and water.” My smile was still intact as I walked backwards.
Our eyes never broke contact.
He laughed. “Is it free or you gon’ charge me for it?” That was his question.
With a laugh of my own I turned away from him to walk into the kitchen, only halfway hoping he would follow.
“What?” I asked the prying eyes of my friends and Sam, noticing their stare as I turned away from Blaze.
“Shid, I been around this dude for damn near a week and this is the most I done heard him say. I thought prison made him lose his voice,” Mike exclaimed before getting up, looking at Blaze as my other friends just sat there cheesing.
“Nothing, nothing at all baby. We about to head out, we’ll be back before the party because Missy and I are riding with you,” Angel said as she and Missy grabbed their stuff. Missy tried to hide the grey, strapless, sequin, tunic mini dress in her purse, but it was sticking out.
“Okay, Ang, try to be here around nine o’clock. Missy, I got some black, faux suede, rhinestone, platform shoes to go with that dress.” Missy raised a brow before opening up her bag and pulling out some sliver red bottoms.
“I got the wrong shoes?”
Shaking my head at her I turned to Blaze, “You can go in the kitchen. I’ll be there in a minute.” Not waiting on his reply, I went to my room, going in my closet to get the shoes and the black leather jacket I brought to go with that dress. As I was leaving my room I could still hear Ebony and King in the guest room arguing. Letting out a sigh, I went back into the living room. “Here, I want my shit back Miss, I’m not bullshittin’.” Missy’s eyes rolled up in her head before she looked at me smiling.
“I promise, you’re giving me the jacket too?” Nodding, I handed it to her.
“Yeah, I bought it to go with the dress. I want all this back, bitch.” Laughing, she hugged and thanked me.