by J Peach
“I only lie because I don’t wanna hurt you. But I’m gon’ give you yo space, tho, for now. So you can get yo feelings in check, but I’m not going anywhere and neither are you,” he said, walking in front of me. Bringing his thumbs up to my cheeks, he wiped the tears as they left my eyes. Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine, giving me a simple peck. His eyes stayed locked with mine the entire time.
“I hate you and this is not a rough patch, I’m done Blaze, so leave me alone.” I pushed his hands from my face and started to walk around him.
But he stopped me.
“Don’t go out there like that, clean your fuckin’ face.” He pulled me back to side of the building so hard he almost made me lose my balance.
He spat on the ground then pulled up his pants before walking away, leaving me there.
I wasn’t gon’ cry, not no more. Blaze wasn’t worth it. Seeing the sparkling diamonds on the ground from the bracelet, I debated on picking it up or not. I was tryna let him go, so I didn’t need it any more.
Right?
Chapter 12
Peaches
“We’re playing, the bets two right?” I said with Whitney standing next to me. “Give me your money.” She handed me her two bills and I walked over to King. I dug into his pocket and got his wallet, taking a hundred dollar bill out then put his wallet back.
“What the fuck you think you doing going in my fucking pockets? If yo ass ain’t got no money, yo broke ass ain’t playing,” King said, tryna take his money back.
“I got money, I just need this.” Walking up to Blaze, I did the same. I took his wallet and he didn’t say anything, just stared at me counting out five bills. I pushed his wallet into his chest and he made a grab for me.
“How the fuck you gon’ take a hundred from him and then—”
“This is for my window you busted.” Even though I didn’t pay for my window, he pissed me off. I held up four hundred dollars, showing him before I put them in my pocket. Then I held up a bill I took from him and King and putting them together, I handed them to Sam. “This is for my bet, don’t pout, it makes you look like a dog. Plus, you can afford it. Remember, I count your money.”
“Shut the fuck up, stupid ass,” he snapped.
“No, you shut the fuck up, you stupid ass bitch. Whitney you guard Blaze, I got Sam,” I stated, walking towards him.
“N’all, fuck that. You bring yo ass over here,” Blaze said.
Ignoring him, I grabbed the ball, taking it out. I turned around and Blaze was behind me instead of Sam.
“Don’t be scared, the balls in yo hand.” He smiled. Rolling my eyes, Bellow clamped his hands and I threw it to him. Blaze didn’t once try to stop the ball, but once I went to move, he was all on me.
“Blaze move,” I tried to push him back.
“You wanted to play ball, that’s what we playin’. It’s called sticking D,” he said, grabbing me.
Again, I tried pushing him away, but his ass was literally all on me. He grabbed and pulled on my shirt, holding it tight so I couldn’t get round him.
“Blaze, move! I don’t even got the fuckin’ ball!” He thought it was funny, but it wasn’t. “Let me the fuck go, damn! Blaze, get off of me!” I yelled at him, but his stupid ass just laughed.
“Blaze, get the fuck off her. You see she ain’t playin’,” King snapped, pushing him away from me.
“Nigga, gon’. We playin, this don’t have shit to do with you,” Blaze told him while pushing King’s hand off him. I knew without a doubt those two mothafuckas didn’t have a problem getting down with each other and I just didn’t have time for them.
“King, it’s cool. Can we finish playing?” I got in between them, pushing King back as I felt Blazes’ hand on my ass. “Blaze gon’, you too damn old to be playin’ so fuckin’ much.” Turning towards him, I went to push him back.
“Okay, I quit, come on. King, take it out,” Blaze said, getting back on me. As he did, so did his hands, grabbing and pulling at my shorts and shirt.
“Blaze!” I snapped, trying to turn around to get him off my ass. By doing so, I somehow ended up tripping the both of us. As my leg got hooked behind his, making him fall back, he grabbed ahold of my shirt, pulling me down with him. Rolling off him, I turned towards him and started punching him. “You play too fuckin’ much, stupid ass nigga!” Pushing me off him, Blaze groaned. “Why you wanna do this?” I asked.
“You tripped me, fuck you mean? Your ass crushed my damn nuts, us having babies probably never gon’ happen now,” he grunted.
Looking at him, I just started laughing. “That’s what yo ass gets for playin’ so gotdamn much. I hope I broke it.” Pushing me back down, Blaze rolled on top of me.
“Why the fuck you gon’ say some shit like that fah? So you don’t wanna have my baby now?”
This nigga is crazy!
Smacking my lips, I rolled my eyes and tried to push him off me.
“No, I never did. Now get off of me,” I told him seriously.
“That’s some hurtful shit, you not wanting to have my baby,” he started saying, pissing me off.
“Is everything a fuckin’ joke to you? Yo ass is thirty and you still acting like you a fuckin’ child. Hope the next girl can really change you. Blaze, get off of me,” I said, pushing at his shoulders.
“Stop whining like a fuckin’ bitch all the damn time man, fuck. That bitch sucked my dick, that’s it. You acting like I fuck’d her. Tempted, but I ain’t never fuck her, so let the fact you knowing I let her ass suck my dick go. When I want it to stop, it will. My choice, not yours. So this ultimatum shit with you tryna make me choose ain’t gon’ happen.
“I like you as my girl, my main. I like Krystal because she can suck a dick. I like her throat and until I find it better, I’mma keep her ass around. Simple as that,” he snapped, getting off me then pulling me up. His words hurt so much.
They pissed me off as well, so much so that I took that anger and used it instead of crying like I wanted to do.
Jerking away from him, I laughed.
“Blaze, I don’t give a fuck, no more, I thought I made that clear. You can fuck and have any bitch you want to suck your dick. What part of I’m done don’t you get? I’m done, Blaze. Peaches is done and doing her own thing. What we had is over, so keep fucking her throat, I don’t care. Just to show you how done and over with it I am, I got the best head ever yesterday, oh, my God! And I thought you were good, but he was amazing!”
Pulling the top of my shirt down, showing the two hickey’s on my breast and then grabbing the hem of my shirt, wiping the makeup off my neck to show him the other two. “Yes, I’m done with and over Blaze. So go get your dick sucked all you want, I don’t give a fuck! Now can we please get back to the game?”
Without warning, Blaze had quickly snatched me up, causing a loud, surprised scream to escape my mouth.
He scared the shit out of me, even so, I quickly refrained myself. Before I could swing on him, both King and Sam’s hands yanked Blaze away from me.
“On boss, Peaches, I’ll beat yo mothafuckin’ ass then let you watch me kill that fuck ass nigga. You got me fuck’d up, nation, I’ll kill that nigga. Go near him again, boss! Get the fuck off of me. Already, Peaches? Fo’real, that’s how you doing it? Let me the fuck go! You fuckin’ this nigga too, huh?” Blaze was pissed, tryna get out of both Sam and King’s hold.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said shit.
“That’s some hoe shit you on, you a stupid ass mothafucka. I ain’t gon’ touch her, let me the fuck go! Who the fuck is he?” He was going off, struggling hard as hell to get loose.
“Don’t worry about who it is, just keep fuckin’ yo hoe. Nigga, I’m done! Now who acting like a whiny ass bitch?” I yelled at him.
King suddenly started laughing. “G, you my sister, I don’t give a fuck, man.” King let Blaze go. “Nigga, boss, don’t touch her. Get over it. You got that bitch suckin’ you dick, baby girl can do what the fuck she wan
t. You huffing and puffing at the wrong mothafucka, yo,” King told him before looking at Whitney. “Little mama, you can guard me if you wanna. I stick hard D, tho,” he told her and she looked at me. “Come on, now, we got twelve hunnit on this damn game. Now, nigga, you gon bitch because yo feelings hurt or you gon’ ball?” King asked, picking up the ball and throwing it to me. “I got Peaches—”
“No, you don’t. Sam sticking me, Bellow on you and Whitney on Blaze or Blaze can sit out and Wayne can take his place if he can’t get his emotions in check, that is,” I said, looking at Blaze who glared at me hard as hell.
“Shut the fuck up. Boss, I wanna beat the fuck outda you. Bell, you stick me, I might hurt this little ass girl,” he said, bumping into Whitney hard, making her stumble back.
God, I hoped she didn’t say anything about it. Glancing at me, I shook my head at her and she rolled her eyes.
“Emotional ass bitch..,” I mumbled and he stopped walking to turn and look at me.
“What the fuck you just say?” Blaze started to say.
King cut him off and pushed him towards Bellow. “Peaches, shut the fuck up and take the damn ball out. Sam, stay on her ass.”
Dribbling the ball to the end of the court, Sam came running down towards me.
“Ready?” I asked, not waiting on them to answer as I threw the ball to Whitney then ran around Sam and down the court. King was on her, tho, sticking hard. King went to grab the ball as she bounced it in between her legs before faking left, but throwing the ball to Bellow on her right. Getting the ball, Bellow shot a three pointer. “Ah, bitches! King, baby you gotda stick better D. Come on now, just because we girls don’t mean go easy, get on her,” I told him.
“Fuck you, Peaches,” King said, making me laugh.
“Wait, who team is you on?” Whitney asked, but I waved her off.
“A little shit talk won’t hurt nobody, ain’t that right King? Watch him, Whitney. King plays dirty, he might break yo nose if he feel he losing. That’s the type of bitch he is?” I told her.
“Peaches, shut the fuck up?” Blaze snapped, making me laugh as he took the ball out. Throwing it, I quickly ran in front of Sam, grabbing the ball and shooting it.
“Four. Come on, baby, I know you stick better D than that?” I told Sam. Oh, yes, I was a shit talker when it came to playing ball. Whether I was winning or losing I was gon’ talk shit regardless.
Tossing the ball to Sam, he took it out, quickly throwing it to Blaze. Before Sam could run down the court I tugged his shirt, slowing him down. “Are you and Brandy really over?” I asked, making his brow furrow.
“What you just did was stupid as hell. Why you gon’ do that?” He asked instead.
“You didn’t hear what he said to me. Plus, it’s not like he knows it was you who eats pussy better than him. Which you honestly don’t by the way,” I whispered before running around him to Blaze and smacking the ball out of his hand as he went to raise it.
“Sam, what the fuck is you doing? I said stay on her!” King snapped at the same time Blaze grabbed my ponytail, yanking me back by my hair.
“Ahhh! What the hell? That’s a foul, you stupid bitch.” Pushing my head forward, he let me go. Turning around, I punched him.
“Yo ass better gon’, I don’t know who the fuck you think you talkin to.” He was gon’ be that damn childish.
“I’m talkin’ to yo ass. Pulling my damn hair, give me the damn ball.” Snatching the ball from King, I went to the free throw line. Flipping the ball, I let it bounce and then grabbed and bounced it again. My right leg turned in slightly as I bounced the ball again and then shot. “Five,” I called as Bellow threw me the ball. Letting out a breath and bouncing the ball, I shot again. “Six.”
“Sam, stay on her,” King told him, making me laugh.
“You better listen to him, I’m that good,” I said, getting on Sam. It was funny with him being over six foot tall and my short ass tryna stick him, but my height had its advantage. “See, ol girl over there? Apparently she likes you and I’m supposed to come up with a way so that you can notice her. So I’m telling you.” Sam got the ball, looked at me then at Whitney.
“That’s Tish friend, she cute, but too young for me,” he said, crossing me and going straight to the basket and dunking.
Bitch.
“Good shot, Pretty Boy. I might have to put you on my team next time. Then again, probably not, Blaze might pull your hair,” I stated and Blaze threw the ball at me. Even though I caught it, my freaking hands stung like hell. “Thanks, daddy. Whitney, here, take it out.” Tossing her the ball, I moved down the court and away from everyone except for Sam. ”How old is she?” I asked, not understanding why Tish would want to hook him up with someone who wasn’t old enough.
Getting behind me, Sams’ hand pressed into my lower back. “I think about twenty-five, twenty- six, something like that,” he said, which threw me off.
“That’s young— Whitney, get on him!” I yelled at her as Sam grabbed the back of my shirt.
“I like that bra, you should let me take it off.” I started laughing as his hand slipped up my shirt.
“Stop before they hear and Blaze kills you,” I whispered, pulling away from him. “How is she too young, Sam? I’m twenty-four,” I mumbled as King came running towards us with the ball. Pushing Sam back, I got on King, hitting the ball out his hand. Whitney grabbed the ball and ran to our court, shooting. “Damn, you niggas suck. No wonder y’all asses be cheating.” Their asses did not like me right then, except for Sam that is.
“Shut the fuck up, damn, stupid ass.” Blaze and King snapped at the same time. Sam threw the ball to King just as I reached him.
“You different, plus she’s Tish friend. I’ve been knowing that damn girl since she was about ten. I couldn’t fuck with her, that’s like my little sister,” he explained.
I understood that, but I rolled my eyes as I ran past him to our side of the court. It was good to know he wasn’t willing to just jump on anyone.
Bellow took the ball from Blaze and ran down the court, shaking King, going straight to the basket and dunking.
“Ahhh!” He yelled, making me laugh as I watched him pull up on the rim then let go. “I don’t know B, I gotda agree with little mama here. Y’all niggas suckin’ right now. What’s that twelve-six?” Bellow asked as King picked up the ball.
“We just going easy on y’all asses, so shut the fuck up,” King stated while taking the ball out.
“Bullshit, you bitches suck,” I taunted, which caused Sam to pull my ponytail. “Stop, you hoe. Don’t get mad, Pretty Boy, because we taking all you bitches money.”
“Shut the fuck up and play,” Blaze snapped again, but I paid him no mind.
“You making me look bad,” Sam whispered, pushing me away from him.
“Stop, you ass,” I tried to move. but he was blocking me.
“After this you gon’ meet me in the truck, my stomach hurt and my mouth dry.” Looking me over, he licked his lips, making me laugh.
“Shut up fo’real, and stop grabbing my ass.” Whispering, I pushed him back before going around him only to have him grab me as I was about to get on Blaze with Bellow. “Sam’s ass cheating. You can’t be grabbing and pulling on me, dang.” I tried being mad but ended up laughing. “I could’ve had that damn ball.” I was about to whack that ball out of Blaze’s hand as he put it through his legs.
“He wasn’t gon’ do shit but pull your hair again,” Sam said. Looking at Blaze, I started laughing, realizing how true Sam probably was.
“What the fuck is up with you two all smiley and shit?” Blaze asked, making me roll my eyes. I ignored him as I pushed Sam back and then ran around him. I caught the ball as Whitney turned around, expecting to find Sam on me but instead it was Blaze.
Bouncing the ball and going right, he blocked me, pushing me back. Going to the left, he did the same before getting on me. Everywhere I tried to go I couldn’t get past him.
“Mm, Daddy, you s
till mad? Huh, I’m pretty sure her pussy will be just as sweet. Isn’t that why you were with me? Because you like how I felt, right?” I asked Blaze.
“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped, pushing me hard.
Laughing, I stepped back. “I can do that.” Shooting the ball, Bellow caught it mid-air and dunked. “Hopefully the next dude will feel better. I know he can eat a pussy with fingers like magic. Game over.” Walking backwards away from him, I smiled. “Try hating me, it’ll numb the pain just a little. Sam, give King my money.” Pushing the gym door open, I came face to face with the one bitch I hated.
Chapter 13
Peaches
“Hey,” she spoke.
What the fuck was up with that bitch suddenly speaking to me?
“Bitch, don’t speak to me like we’re friends. I don’t like yo dumbass and I’m never going to, so when you see me just keep going,” I told her before looking back into the gym. “He’s in there. Blaze, the bitch that don’t mean shit is here, you can fuck her throat now,” I yelled into the gym before looking back at her. “Suck him good, he’s kinda down,” I said, looking her over. “Nice dress by the way.” She had on a pretty purple and yellow sundress.
After admiring her dress, I bumped her into the door as I walked out the gym. I didn’t have a chance to think on how I felt about that bitch being there as Tish rushed my ass.
“Ain’t that the—” Already knowing what she was going to ask, I just nodded my head. “You just gon’ let her walk in there? Do you want me to beat that bitch ass?” She speedily talked.
Laughing, I shook my head. “No, I don’t want you to do anything,” I said, linking my arm with hers as I started walking towards Bianca.
“Oh, so you gon’ beat her ass?” Again, I laughed.
“No, I’m not. Why would I keep beating that bitch ass when he ain’t gon’ stop fuckin with her? That makes me look stupid fighting over a nigga that’s steady going back to the bitch whose ass I continue to beat. It’s pointless and tiring. Blaze can do what he wants with who he wants to do it with. We not together so I don’t care.” Shrugging, I sat at the picnic table.