Love is Blind (G Street Chronicles Presents)

by Nicole Jackson

  “I can say the same about you,” she laughed as she reached for her phone that was resting on the night stand. “Fuck! I didn’t know that my phone was dead. I hope my mom didn’t try to call,” she panicked as she grabbed the room’s phone. She called her voicemail and listened to her messages.

  “Hey Necole, this is Mark. I was calling to see if you made it home. Call me back. I was thinking that we can kick it today.”

  A smile covered her face as she listened to his second message. “Damn, girl. You got a nigga feeling like a bug-a-boo. You turned your phone off? I hope ya’ll made it home alright. Call me, lil’ mama.”

  “That must be a nigga,” Black interrupted her little mental trip.

  “What?” she inquired as she looked back at him.

  “That must be some nigga calling you,” he reiterated.

  “Why would you say that?”

  “I can tell by that smile you got on your face.”

  “Anyways,” she shook her head as she hung up the phone.

  “Yeah, anyway,” he sighed as he reached for his lighter and blunt. “You’ll get to that little nigga in a minute. Don’t even trip,” he spewed as he lit his blunt and took a puff.

  “Who said that it was a dude?”

  “You never said that it wasn’t,” he pointed out as he passed her the blunt.

  “Well, now I’m saying that it wasn’t,” she lied, right before hitting the blunt.

  “Yeah, okay,” he nodded as he cut his eyes at her. “Yo young ass think you got game, huh?”

  “What?” she asked, faking confusion.

  “What?” he mimicked her. “You know what I’m talking about, girl. That was your little boyfriend calling?”

  “Boyfriend? No, I’m single. Yeah, I’m single. Had to cancel that bitch like Nino and I ain’t trippin’ on nothing. I’m sipping on something. And my home girl say she got a bad nigga for me,” she rapped playfully.

  Black lightly chuckled, enjoying her light heartedness. “You funny, lil’ mama.”

  “I know,” she smiled as she leaned in and gave him a kiss.

  “Look at what you did,” he teased as they both gazed down at his dick. He was rock hard.

  “Did I do that?” she asked as she wrapped her hand around his tool and began stroking him.

  “Umm,” he groaned as he kissed her. “Hop on it, baby,” he whispered.

  Necole happily obliged as she climbed on top of him. She slowly slid down on his dick. She didn’t stop until she could feel it in her stomach. “Yeah, just like that,” he gritted as she worked her hips. He grabbed her ass as she swayed her hips. “Give me that tongue.”

  Necole slipped her tongue into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Um. Um. Um,” she let out as he fucked her back.

  They didn’t stop until the front desk called to tell them that it was checkout time. “Damn, I hope my mom hasn’t started looking for me,” she whined as they took a shower together.

  “You called your friends to see if she called them?”

  “No, I’ll do that while you’re dropping me off.”

  “Alright.”

  Thirty minutes later, they were headed to Cali’s house. They drove with the music sky high. Every so often, Necole checked Black out from the corner of her eye. He was reclined back in his seat as he sped down the highway. She was digging his gangster swagger. He gripped the wheel with one hand, while the other rested on her thigh. His trunk was beating as the 5th Ward Boys blasted, It ain’t nothing like pussy, weed and alcohol. It seems to satisfy us all…She loved that song and so did he.

  “Oh, let me call my girl,” she remembered.

  “Here,” he handed her his cell.

  “Can you turn the music down?”

  He nodded as he lowered the volume.

  She called Cali. “Hello,” she answered.

  “Hey, what are you doing?”

  “Necole?”

  “Yeah, it’s me.”

  “Oh, nothing much. We just woke up.”

  “Did Amber ride back with you?”

  “No, she left with her man.”

  “Okay, did my mom call, because my cell is dead.”

  “No, she hasn’t called.”

  “Okay, good. I’ll be there in like ten minutes.”

  “Alright, we’ll be here.”

  “Okay, bye.”

  “So, you good?” he asked as he glanced at her.

  “Yeah,” she nodded.

  “That’s what’s up.”

  Fifteen minutes later, they pulled up to Cali’s home. Black knew that Necole and her friends had a little money so he wasn’t surprised to see how extravagant they were living. “Your girl got a nice crib.”

  “It’s okay,” she shrugged.

  “Your mama and daddy don spoiled your little ass rotten,” he shook his head.

  “Correction, my mom spoils me rotten. My dad has a new family and hasn’t seen me in over five years.”

  “Damn, that’s fucked up, but you know what I mean.”

  “I guess,” she shrugged.

  “You ain’t gotta play tough with me.”

  She scrounged. “What are you talking about?”

  He smiled. “Your whole little vibe you try to give off like nothing bothers you. It’s okay to be free with me. I won’t judge you.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” she nodded.

  “I’m serious,” he insisted as he grabbed her chin and softly kissed her lips.

  Necole closed her eyes and indulged in him. That kiss stirred her soul. “Um…you need to stop,” she whispered.

  “Why?” he whispered back.

  “Because I can get used to this.”

  “I want you to,” he claimed as he kissed her again.

  “Necole,” Corrine interrupted as she knocked on the window, startling them both.

  “Corrine, don’t sneak up on us like that,” she snapped as she rolled down the window.

  “Anyways, your mom is on the phone and she’s refusing to hang up until she talks to you. Here,” she said as she handed Necole the phone.

  “Hello,” she spoke into the phone.

  “Hey, Nicky. What time are you coming home?” Ms. Dean asked giddily.

  “I don’t know, why mom?”

  “I wanted to know because I have a date. I don’t want you to be here all alone, so if you want you can stay over at Cali’s.”

  “That’s cool. So, who are you going out with?”

  “None of your business. And why is your cell going straight to voicemail?”

  “It’s dead. I fell asleep without charging it. I’m about to put it on the charger right now.”

  “You do that and behave yourself.”

  “I should be telling you that,” Necole teased.

  “Whatever. Just remember what I said. I’ll call you later.”

  “Okay, bye-bye,” Necole smiled as she hung up.

  “That was your mama?” Black asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “Ya’ll are close, huh?”

  “Yeah.”

  “That’s good,” he nodded as he stroked her thigh. “So, did I just hear that you free for the rest of the day?”

  “Yep.”

  “Okay, you want to roll with me?”

  “Um, I don’t know,” she hesitated, remembering what Mark had said.

  “Why not?”

  “Let me see what my girls got planned first.”

  “Aw, come on, baby. Don’t play me like that. Just come chill with a nigga,” he insisted. He wasn’t quite done fucking her, so he wanted to get her to the crib. He still had a few more rounds in him.

  She gazed into his eyes. The way his eyes lowered when he was looking at her turned her inside out. “Okay, let me grab my bag,” she gave in.

  “Alright. I’ll be right here.”

  She walked into the house to find Corrine and Cali sitting on the couch watching The Real Housewives of Atlanta. “Look at what the cat drug in,” Cali jested. />
  “What’s up?” Necole asked as she stood near the couch.

  “Nothing. We’re still recovering from last night. We had a ball.”

  “I can tell,” Necole laughed.

  “Yeah, we can tell that you did too. Your hair is a mess.”

  Necole stroked her hair. “I know. Can you flat iron it for me, right quick?”

  “I guess.”

  “Good, where is your mom?”

  “She’s at work.”

  “Okay, so can Black come in while you do my hair?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Alright,” Necole smiled as she twisted to the door. “Black!”

  “What’s up?” he asked from his car.

  “Can you get out while I get ready?”

  “Alright,” he nodded as he turned off his car. He hopped out and stepped up to her. He walked inside the house and followed her to the living room.

  “Hey,” both Corrine and Cali spoke.

  “What’s up?” he asked.

  “Nothing,” Cali spoke up. “You can take a seat.”

  “Okay,” he nodded as he sat on the couch.

  “Black, I’m going to comb my hair and change clothes. I won’t take long.”

  “Okay, handle yo business,” he said as he answered his cell. “Hello.”

  “Come on, Cali,” Necole headed to the bathroom.

  She took a seat on the toilet as Cali did her hair. “So, how was it?” she questioned as she flat ironed a piece of hair.

  “What?” Necole faked confusion.

  “You know,” Cali playfully shoved her.

  “It was okay,” she shrugged, trying to suppress a smile.

  “Stop lying, bitch. How was it?”

  Necole burst into laughter. “Okay, okay. It was gooood. He did his thing.”

  “Really?” Cali asked with a raised brow.

  “Yep.”

  “Did he give you some head?”

  “Ewe Cali, you’re so crass,” Necole teased.

  “Whatever…did he?”

  “He put his whole damn head in it,” Necole laughed hysterically.

  “That’s what I’m talkin’ bout,” Cali giggled as she gave her friend a high five.

  An hour later, Necole was finally ready. She was dressed simply in a race back black muscle shirt, black shorts and black Christian Dior stilettos. She sported a long silver and black costume necklace with silver and black bangles and earrings. Her hair was down with a part down the middle. The only make-up she wore was mascara and lip gloss.

  “You’re ready?” she quizzed as she sauntered into the living room.

  “Hell, yeah. I was beginning to think that you got lost,” he smiled while basking in her natural God-given beauty.

  “Ha, ha. Very funny. Let’s go.”

  Chapter 4

  That Monday Necole was exhausted. She’d spent all weekend with Black aka Carmelo. She’d learned his government name from his mom. Turns out he was twenty-three and still lived at home with his mother. She could tell that he stayed at home because he wanted to. Black made sufficient enough money to live on his own. He was hustler through and through. Even while she was around her, he hit licks. She was still uncomfortable with it, but she tried not to complain too much about it.

  She had to drag herself out of bed. She just wasn’t feeling it, but she knew that she had to go. So she unwrapped her hair and threw on some True Religion skinny jeans with an off the shoulders red fitted shirt. She rocked red framed Armani sunglasses on her face. She borrowed her mom’s Louboutin stilettos and was ready for the world.

  She ended up being late for school, so she didn’t get a chance to see her girls. She waltzed into class twenty minutes after it had begun and took a seat right behind Mark. He seemed just as tired as her as his head rested on his desk. He was actually snoring. Luckily for them, they had a substitute teacher that was more interested in talking on her cell.

  “Wake up, baby,” she whispered into his ear.

  “Huh?” Mark asked as he lifted his head. He was disoriented.

  “Damn, you’re drooling,” she teased.

  “What?” he asked as he wiped his mouth and stared at her with bloodshot red eyes.

  “You were tired?”

  “Hell, yeah,” he nodded. “What happened to you calling me?”

  “I got caught up.”

  “Yeah, I bet,” he shook his head. “I heard that you left with that nigga, Melo.”

  “What? Who told you that?”

  “Don’t worry about it. So…he was the reason you couldn’t call me?”

  “No,” she lied through her teeth.

  Mark studied her. “Necole, don’t lie to me. As long as you don’t do that, we’ll be cool.”

  She sighed. “Okay, I was hanging with him.”

  “I know,” he nodded. “You like him?”

  “Yeah,” she admitted.

  “Damn. I thought you were feeling me.”

  “I am.”

  “So, why you left with homie?”

  “I don’t know, Mark. I just hung with him because you left.”

  “That’s fucked up, man. I’m hurt. Now, how are you going to make this up to me?” he questioned with a grin.

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”

  “I think that you should come to the crib and kick it. That might make me feel better.”

  She nodded. “Okay, I can do that, but it can’t be today. I have dance class.”

  “You dance?”

  “Yeah, you want me to teach you a few moves?”

  “Naw, I’ll pass,” he said as he eyed her.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “Because I can,” he whispered as he grabbed her hand.

  All the girls in the class stared at them as they behaved as if they were the only two in the room. Mark was on the most wanted list and had all the girls feigning.

  When the class ended, Mark escorted Necole to her second class. Before he allowed her to walk in the room, he pulled her aside and kissed her. The whole school witnessed them fall all over each other. “Ewe,” Tory teased as she approached them.

  “Don’t hate,” Mark smiled as he finally pulled away from Necole. “Meet me at the front of the cafeteria at lunch,” he all but demanded before walking away.

  “My girl got a new man,” Tory boasted as they walked into the classroom.

  “Girl, please. We’re just friends,” Necole waved her off as they took a seat.

  “There she is,” Amber said with a smile as she entered the room and sat right next to Necole. “So, I heard that you and Carmelo kicked it tough this weekend.”

  “Yeah, we did.”

  “Oh, yeah? So, you digging him?”

  “He’s cool,” she nodded.

  “Cool? That don’t sound all that hot.”

  “What do you want me to say? I like him and he seems to like me.”

  “Well, you don’t seem too enthused.”

  “That’s because she’s on the Mark tip,” Tory interrupted, adding her two cents.

  “Mark? You like him?” Amber asked with a grin.

  “It looked that way from how they were tonguing each other down in the hall just now.”

  Necole looked over at Tory. “Damn, can I speak for myself?”

  “Necole, you were in the hall kissing my Boo?”

  “Your Boo? Not you too,” Necole sighed.

  “Yeah, I like his fine ass. So…do you like the nigga, before I put this pussy on him and have him sprung?”

  Necole leaned her head back and roared with laughter. “All you bitches are crazy. I got that on lock, sweetie.”

  “Yeah, okay. You better tie him down then; because in a minute, it’s going to be a free for all up in this piece.”

  “Whatever,” Necole rolled her eyes as the last bell rung. The teacher closed the door and began the day’s lesson.

  At lunch time, Mark and Necole opted to sit alone. Their friends all want
ed to tag along, but they made it clear that they wanted privacy. Mark sat with Necole’s sunglasses on his head and his arms wrapped around her. They were kissing as the entire school looked on.

  “Umm,” Necole moaned as his tongue rested in her mouth.

  “Cut that shit out,” Alvin Henderson said as he walked by. He was Carl’s cousin and was looking out for his fam. Even though he knew that Carl was doing his thing in the NBA, he still loved Necole. He dated the high-profile girls for publicity, but had recently expressed that he was miserable without her.

  Necole gave Alvin the finger while she continued to make out with Mark. “Who is that nigga?” Mark asked her as he finally broke their kiss.

  “Who?”

  “That nigga that just walked by talking shit.”

  “Oh, that’s Alvin. He’s nobody.”

  “Well, why that nigga asked me if I was fucking his cousin’s gal? Who the fuck is his cousin?”

  “When did he do that?”

  “Third period, but who is his cousin?”

  “Carl Henderson. He plays for Cleveland.”

  “You talking about the NBA?” Mark asked with a raised brow.

  “Yeah.”

  “You used to fuck with him?”

  “Yeah. He used to go here.”

  “So, what happened?”

  “He let the fame go to his head and decided that he wanted an R&B chick.”

  “Damn,” Mark shook his head. “Man, if I was that nigga I would have…done the same thing,” he teased.

  “Fuck you,” she playfully shoved him.

  He chuckled. “Naw, I’m just playing. You look just as good as any of those bitches on TV. Shit, you look better than most of them.”

  “Yeah, I know,” she said as she patted her hair for emphases.

  “Conceited ass,” he smiled as he gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

  “Don’t hate,” she said just as her cell rung. “Hold up, let me get this,” she told him as she pulled away.

  “Hello.”

  “Hey, lil’ mama. What you doing?” Black asked.

  “Um, I’m at lunch.”

  “Yeah? I called at a good time then. What you doing later on?”

  She looked at Mark who was staring at her. “I have dance class.”

  “Dance class? When is that over?”