West Coast Fire, Wack thought. He heard about it; niggas said the shit was the business. It’s the red pill with the WC on the front and the flames on the back.
Wack smiled at his luck.
"I might can help you expand. We going to talk, little homey."
"Thanks man. Get at me. Aye, call my phone so I can have your number." Peter said.
"Alright." Wack said and walked out.
Drama, don’t you sleep?
Chapter 6
Jazz looked at her clock; it was almost 5am. What the hell did Yay-Yay want?
"Hello." Jazz answered in her gurgle voice.
"Um. My bad for waking you. But I thought you may wanna know what your man did."
No, she is not calling me about Peter. What the hell is up with that? Jazz thought.
"I haven't talked to you in three days. And when I do it’s about Peter. Isn't Peter the reason you stopped talking to me?"
"Look I ain't got time for all that extra shit. Whining and stuff. Grow up. Do you wanna know what I gotta say or not?"
"Not!" Jazz said and ended the call.
Yay looked at her phone. No this bitch didn't. She dialed Jazz’s number back. Jazz hit ignored and then cut her phone off.
I wonder if Peter cut her ass off like I suggested. I'll ask tomorrow.
The Next Day
Jazz stood in front of the studio waiting for Peter to pick her up. The two were going to see a movie then have dinner. Jazz turned to the sound of Laurie's voice.
"You want me to wait with you?"
"No I'm good." Jazz said.
Laurie looked across the parking lot.
"Girl, look; she all on my brother." Laurie said, referring to one of the dance instructors.
Jazz shook her head.
"What, girl? Why you shaking your head?"
Diesel saw that too. He wondered why she shook her head and hoped Laurie would tell him.
"Because he just had that white girl in the car, now her? Guys are a trip."
"He a ho. What you expect; he a ball player."
"I know right."
Both Laurie and Jazz laughed.
"Let me go pee real quick." Laurie told Jazz.
Laurie then turned to go back in the building.
"You going to get enough about peeing in public restrooms. Something going to jump out on you."
"I rather that, then pissing on myself."
Laurie walked back in the building to use the restroom. Jazz glanced back over at Diesel. She all on him. I could have sworn she said she had a man. I guess they made for each other. Like Laurie said, he ain't nothing but a ho. Diesel looked up and caught Jazz’s stare. She turned her head. Peter needs to hurry up. She then thought about Yay’s call last night. I wonder what happened between the two. Jazz went in her bag and pulled out her cell phone and dialed her voicemail. The first message put a smile on her face. It was Peter... Baby I love you. I can't wait to see you today. Message number two, erased her smile. It was Yay-Yay. I know your immature ass didn't hang up on me. It ain't my fault your nigga foul. I was just trying to let your silly ass know that Peter has no respect for you. You so stupid." Jazz shook her head. Message three was Yay-Yay again. "You know what. I'm going to tell you because you're my cousin. Peter is a ho. He’s scandalous. He had Sabrina’s young ass over there about 3:30 this morning. If I hadn't come over to pick up the work, no telling what would have happened. The little girl was not only drunk, but he laced her drink. I saved her by taking her home. I saved Peter’s perverted ass too. If her grandmother would have found out his ass would be in jail. That's some desperate ass shit." Jazz was heated. If Peter was in front of her she would have knocked his head off. How dare he? She thought.
Laurie walked up. She noticed her friend’s mood.
"You okay?"
"I'm good. Just wait right here. I may be leaving with you."
Laurie was about to ask her what happened, but Peter pulled up and Jazz walked to his car. She opened the door and sat inside. She left the car door open on purpose.
"I thought I asked you not to allow my cousin to work for you anymore."
"Damn. That's how you get at me? While she telling you I gave her work, she didn't tell you that Ken fired her ass. She claims her momma stole her work. That’s what she mad about. Her momma ain’t took that shit, she just trying to get over."
If she said that then most likely it’s true. That sound like auntie. Jazz thought.
Peter added,
"If she wasn't family, Ken would have gotten something done to her."
"Nobody ain't going to do shit to my cousin."
"I know ‘cuz that's your peeps. Now shut the door so we can go."
"Was Sabrina at your house? Did you lace her drink?"
Peter scrunched up his forehead and tiny beads of sweat formed on the top of his nose. Peter only does that for two reasons. He’s either nervous or lying, or both.
“There you go. Always coming at me with what somebody said.”
"That’s a lie and you know it. Now answer my question!"
"It wasn’t even like that."
"I can't believe you." Jazz cried," You was going to fuck her? Damn Peter." She got out the car.
Peter jumped out too. He ran toward her.
"Come here, Jazz. It wasn't like that. That was the homey boy girl"
"The homey? Tell me why in the hell would you lace your homey’s girl’s drink?”
"Can you just get in the car. I'll tell you in the car."
The security walked over and asked was everything ok. Peter told him yeah.
"No, it’s not. This man won't leave me alone."
"Sir, if you don't leave I'm going to call the police."
Peter looked at Jazz ; he then glanced at Laurie and her brother who were watching.
"You not going to leave with me?” He asked.
She ignored him and walked off , heading toward the parking lot where Diesel and Laurie waited.
Chapter 7
Jazz and Laurie sat in the dining room talking about their past and future. It wasn't that Diesel was trying to eavesdrop on Jazz and Laurie conversation; it was just that Laurie had a high pitch, squeaky voice that echoed throughout the mansion. It didn't make it any better that they were in the family room and he was in the den right next to them. When the girls were through talking, he learned that Jazz was still a virgin. That sort of shocked him since most girls her age was already given it up; including his sister. Not to mention the high percentage of teen pregnancy. But not Jazz, that diva refused to put out until she was eighteen.
"No babies until I finish college and my husband and I purchase our first home. I refuse to be a welfare recipient mom, living in a low-income, Mexican neighborhood or the projects.” Jazz stated.
"I feel you girl." Laurie replied.
The girls sat in their own thoughts for a minute.
"So are you really done with Peter?"
Before Jazz could respond, Laurie added,
"How you know Yay’s messy ass ain't exaggerating. You know your cousin’s messy."
"Yay is messy, but the thing is, she be telling the truth. And plus I know when Peter is lying. I mean damn, I'm not stupid. I know the nigga was sleeping with other females. I didn't care as long as they weren't anybody I knew. And it wasn't in my face. He only had a little over a month, and I was his. He couldn't even wait. He trying to practically rape a 15 year old whore."
Jazz frowned her face thinking about how low Pete was willing to go just for some ass.
"I mean damn. People already think he a nasty ho. Yay couldn't wait to throw that shit in my face."
Tears began to fall.
"I really love that boy. I trusted him. I accepted him for him. Not for what he got. Niggas don't appreciate a real one when they got it. Ughh... I hate that Yay caught him. "
"Girl, forget her. Why you always worried about what she think? She can't judge nobody. She a ho."
Jazz chuckled,
"she's a stripper not a ho."
"Whatever. But let me go put this food up and clean the kitchen before my momma come down and have a fit. You staying the night or do you want my brother to take you home?"
"I’mma stay."
"Good, we'll finish this convo when I'm done." Laurie got up and headed for the kitchen.
Jazz got up, straightened the couch pillows back, cut the radio off and headed toward Laurie’s room. She bumped into Diesel coming around the corner.
"Hey", she said and smiled.
“Hey, yourself." He smiled back exposing his deep dimples.
The lights from the chandelier caused his blue eyes to sparkle. They stared at each other for about a minute before Jazz tried to walk off.
"Where are you going?" He said, grabbing her hand.
He looked into her eyes. It’s true that you can read the depth of a person’s soul just by looking into their eyes. Her eyes say, she can be trusted and she wanted to trust. Her eyes said that her love is 100. Her eyes say that she yearned for Mr. Right to give her love. Her eyes said, that she was attracted to Diesel just as he was attracted to her. And that pleased him. However, her eyes said, I'm scared that you may hurt me. And I wouldn't give you that chance. Jazz looked down at Diesel’s big hands on her tiny wrist. She then looked back up at him. She spoke softly, “is there something you wanna talk about?
"I was wondering if you would like to go to the Lakers game next week?"
Why would I ask a girl to the Lakers game? Damn, D, you couldn’t think of nothing else?
Jazz’s smile was big as the Pacific Ocean and bright as a sunny day in Cali.
"Heck, yes I wanna go. Laurie know I love some Fisher."
He smiled again.
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah; she didn't tell you? Of course not; she don't care about basketball."
"Oh, so you don't mind going with me alone just the two of us?"
I know he ain't trying to Mack. Please.
"Oh, no I'm good. I met your girl the other day."
He had a feeling she would say something to that effect.
"Sweet heart, I’m single. I hang with who I wanna hang with."
Umph.
"Well, take ol' girl from the studio. I'm good. Now if you will excuse me."
To let him know that there was no hard feelings, she punched him on the arm, smiled and ran up the stairs.
Although it would have been so grand to go see her favorite team play, she was not trying to go there with Diesel.
"Jazz." He called out.
She stopped at the top step.
"What’s up?”
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks played from his phone. …
Unfucking believable!!!! Diesel thought when his phone rang.
“Nice ring tone.” Jazz said and went on about her business.
Diesel cursed himself for allowing his homey boy to set his ring tone with that shit.
Whatever comes into this house belongs to me. So what I took it. Love to hate me, Mommy.
Chapter 8
Yay was ticked off. She knew her mother was scandalous, but she couldn't believe she did some punk ass shit like that. How about Peter and Ken was some real ass niggas? Her mom could have got her killed for the stunt she pulled. People are going to stop taking me for a joke. What is this test Yay-Yay week? First, the white bitch at the club pulled that little stunt. Jazz call herself checking me and refusing my calls. And then this bitch going to come in my room and steal somebody else’s shit. The sounds of keys at the front door knocked Yay out of her trance. Here comes the pill-head bitch. She was referring to her mother. Her mother was not in the door good before Yay screamed on her.
"What's this?" Yay held up the note she left about taking the pills.
"What it say?" Her mother said, walking into the kitchen.
"You a dirty bitch."
Her mother cracked a smile.
"Who you think you get it from?" She said.
"I hope you die off them."
"If I do you won't get shit. Jazz is the beneficiary." Her mother teased.
She was lying. Jazz nor Yay or her sister was the beneficiary. Her first love is. If she died before him, he would know how much she really loved him and maybe then he will feel guilty about the way he had done her. Yes, she loved a man more than her own child. That’s because she feels that Yay is the reason he stopped messing with her. If she would have had the abortion like he asked her to, he wouldn’t have cut her completely out of his life.
Yay-Yay walked in her bedroom and slammed the door. She hated her mother as much as her mother hated her. Far as she could remember, her mother always treated her like she was a mistake. The only time she acted like she cared was when her aunt and uncle, Jazz’s parents, where around. That’s probably because she knew her aunt would get off in her ass for treating her such a way. She probably wanted to front for her sister’s husband, like she was a loving and caring parent. Yay couldn't wait to snag a baller so she could move out that muthafucka. That bitch going to miss me when I'm gone. Who the fuck going to help pay for her pills then? Who she going to come crying to when she having a withdrawal? Talking about her house… I'm the one that pays for damn near everything in this muthafucka. That bullshit CNA job barely paying her truck note.
“I hate her...” Yay-Yay screamed.
She thought about calling Pam, but assumed that she would be babying Jazz. She was sure Jazz cried on her shoulders about what she told her happened between Peter and Sabrina. After I stack this money, I got to get the fuck up out of here. She snatched her cell phone off her bed and called her home girl, Paris.
"Sup, Delicious?" Pam asked.
"You still going to ol' boy’s party tonight?"
"Yep. As long as you driving. I'm trying to get fucked up. No drinking and driving for me."
Yay-Yay told her that she would drive and to be ready within the next hour.
"Have a fat blunt and some drink when I get there." Yay said before she ended the call.
Yay sat there for a minute thinking about what she wanted to wear. She decided to go casual, but sexy. She took out a pair of purple skinny jeans, a white low cut silk shirt with the back out, and a pair of stilettos. There wasn't a need to take out panties or a bra, she would not be wearing neither. She got her towel and went down the hallway to go shower. After she got out the shower she applied some leave-in conditioner in her hair to give it a wet look. She then dried off, wrapped her towel around her and left out the bathroom. When she got in her room, she dropped her towel, walked over to the dresser, grabbed the Nivea lotion and then walked back over and sat on the bed and began to lotion her body. After she put lotion on her body, she reached over to grab her shirt and that's when she noticed a piece of mail that read, "Past Due."
“I'm not paying shit!” She screamed looking at the cable bill.
"Oh bitch you going to pay it." Her mother yelled back at her as she walked passed Yay’s room to her room.
"No, I'm not. You better pay it out the money you made from stealing my shit."
Yay got up off the bed and walked over to her room door and snatched it open.
"Or did you take them? You fucking pill-head."
"I’d rather be a pill-head than a sloppy pussy ho. You fucked about fifty niggas. I saw your diary."
"Fuck you, fatal attraction bitch. It was just a fuck. He don't want you. Now, I saw your diary."
Her mother ran out from her bedroom and into Yay’s room. They were face to face.
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