by Skyy
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Denise said, her mind still on Lena’s reaction.
“Don’t no gal get that mad if you ain’t fuckin’ her! She was beyond pissed and jealous.”
That was it, the word Denise was looking for. Lena had acted jealous. She didn’t understand why. Lena never showed any interest in her. Denise decided she was losing it.
“Dee, you aren’t even listening to me!” Crystal whined. “You know what, I am out.” Crystal turned to walk out the door.
“You really think she was jealous?” Denise asked. She didn’t hear a thing Crystal said after that.
“Denise, that girl was acting like a jealous girlfriend. I don’t know what game she’s playing, but she’s playing you for a fool if you don’t notice that she wants you.”
Denise was speechless; she just looked at Crystal, and she didn’t know what to think. “Crystal, I am sorry about this. It shouldn’t have happened.”
“So, it’s like that?” Tears began to form in Crystal’s eyes.
“Yeah, it is. See you around.” Denise opened the door to let Crystal out. Crystal stated that Denise was the dumbest girl on earth, but Denise didn’t care. She closed the door and sat down. She had to think of what to do next.
Suddenly her phone rang. She picked it up to hear the sound of Cooley’s voice.
“Man, I need your help.” Cooley’s voice was a mixture of anger and fear. “I’m in the campus jail.”
Chapter 36
Cooley had left Denise and headed toward her truck. She could hear the sound of glass breaking and noticed a group formed around something. As she got closer she realized the group was around her Explorer.
“What the fuck!” Cooley ran up to see Cynthia busting out one of her windows with a bat. Cooley looked at her truck and lost it. “Bitch, you have lost your fuckin’ mind!!”
Cynthia was standing on the side of Cooley’s truck, it being the only thing between them. “Fuck you, bitch. Yeah, I hit you where it hurt, like you hurt me!” She hit the bat against her front window.
Cooley’s stomach dropped as she watched her window shatter. She was about to kill her.
“Bitch, I’ma beat yo’ ass!” Cooley ran around one side of the truck as Cynthia ran around the other side.
They played a game of chase for a few minutes before Cooley faked left and caught up to Cynthia. She jumped back when Cynthia swung the bat at her.
They stood there like two men standing at high noon. Cooley was in a rage. She couldn’t think quickly enough about how she could get to Cynthia before Cynthia got to her.
Just then Cynthia swung and caught her in her side.
“Ahhh, shit! You crazy bitch, I’m gon’ kill you!” Cooley ran toward her, tackling her to the ground. She immediately started punching her, forgetting she was much stronger than her. They fought on the ground until the campus police came and broke them up.
Denise arrived at the station to pay Cooley’s one-hundred-dollar bail.
Cooley walked out with her arm in a sling. She looked worn out and had red scratches on her face. She was limping a little bit and tried to hide it, but Denise could see that she was in pain.
“You all right, bruh?” Denise said as she took the release papers from Cooley. They headed outside.
“Man, bruh, I’m glad the police broke it up ’cause I was gonna kill that bitch.” Cooley was definitely in a lot of pain. She grabbed her side. “Man, she fucked my side up with that bat.”
“You need to get that checked out.” Denise knew her friend was too proud to do that.
“Naa, man, I’m cool. Hey, Cool is my name.” Cooley cracked a smile.
They got in the car and headed to the dorm. Cooley began to vent.
“You know, the fucked up thing is, I’ve been trying to act right. Misha gon’ be pissed. I know it. All I been tryin’ to do is do right by her, and these hoes keep fucking shit up.”
Denise knew that Cooley cared about Misha, but she quickly realized that the unbelievable had finally happened. Cooley was in love.
“I haven’t had any beef, except that crazy bitch. She’s been the one writing all over my truck all year. I know it. And I bet she’s been the one playing all on Misha’s phone and shit. I should have thought about it, but when she dropped out ,I didn’t think I’d have to deal with her no more. Boy, was I wrong.” Cooley laid her head back on the headrest and closed her eyes.
“Well, bruh, I hate that it happened, I should have been with you,” Denise said.
Cooley raised her head up and smiled. “Man, please. I knew your ass was gonna go wit’ her. So, Miss Crystal is back. I hope I didn’t interrupt y’all too much.” She smiled.
“No, you didn’t.” Denise’s mind went back to her drama from earlier. “Actually, it was Lena who pretty much ruined it.”
Cooley’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me she—”
“Yup, walked right in and caught me giving Crystal some of the best head I could give.”
Cooley started laughing. “Oh, shit, for real? I bet she was terrified to see that shit.” She couldn’t stop laughing.
“Shut up before I hurt your other side, but no, for real, she was pissed off. Man, damn near fuming. It was like she walked in on Brandon fucking some ho.”
Cooley looked at Denise. Denise could tell that her mind was turning.
“Yo’, um, I’m not gonna say I told you so, but . . .”
“Shut up. Don’t even say what you are about to say.” She already knew Cooley’s view of Lena and didn’t want to hear the same thing again.
“Yes. Man, the girl is straight. She gets dicked down every night by that bro.” She felt a twinge of jealously when she said that.
“And so what? That don’t mean she ain’t got the flava for something else.”
“Cooley, it isn’t like that.”
“How do you know? Hell, I see the way she looks at you. I shook it off ’cause I know she’s ya friend and all. But, man, I think she may be digging you a little for real, or at least curious about the whole thing.”
Denise started to think. She had caught Lena looking at her a time or two, but never wanted to think it was anything more. She thought about the conversation they had when she got back from the tournament. Only in her dreams did she think Lena was actually curious.
“Man, I doubt it for real.” Denise decided to put it out of her mind. After all, Lena was off limits, even to think about.
“So tell me, man, how did Crystal react?”
“She was mad, thinking that I was living with my girlfriend or something. I think it’s ’cause I ran out after Lena.”
“You did what? What the fuck you do that for!” Cooley hit Denise on her arm.
“I wanted to make sure she was okay. Hell, she hasn’t even seen me with a girl before, and now she walks in on me giving head; I knew it had to affect her a little.”
“Yeah, okay, so here’s your situation. You live with a straight girl who hasn’t realized that she’s curious yet. And you are in denial that you love her.”
“What!” Denise was shocked to hear Cooley say that. “I don’t love her.”
“Yeah, okay, you got that fine-ass Crystal, the bitch you been strung out on for two years in your room with that pussy in your face, and the most important thing to you was to check on Lena. Hell, I know if Lena hadn’t fucked up the flow it wasn’t no way you was gonna stop fucking her to come get me out of jail. Hell, my black ass would have just had to wait.” Cooley laughed.
Denise smirked ’cause she knew that Cooley was right. She would have had to wait until they were finished.
They finally made it back to the dorm. Denise helped Cooley to her room.
“So what you gon’ do?” Cooley asked as she pulled her key out.
“It’s nothing to do, I’m not gonna say anything unless she says something to me.” Denise felt it was best she not press the issue. If it was true, she was going to let Lena find out on her own.
Cooley opened
her door. They both gasped when they found Carmen butt naked, riding a strap.
“Oh, hell, naw! Carmen, what the fuck you doing with that bitch?”
Carmen jumped when she realized she was caught. She never wanted them to find out about her and Tameka.
Carmen had been getting dressed when she heard her phone ring; she knew from the ring tone that it was Tameka. Things were better between them. They had been spending a lot of time together at their special spot, the hotel. Carmen decided that Tameka was the girl for her, but she still sometimes thought about Nic.
“What’s up, boo?” she answered.
“Nada. What you got on?” Tameka said in her low seductive voice.
Carmen had just gotten out of the shower and was putting lotion on her body.
“Actually nothing. I’m lotioning,” she said when she heard a knock on her door. She quickly put on her robe and opened the door to find Tameka standing there.
“What are you doing heeee—”
Tameka picked her up, threw her on the bed, pushed open her legs and dove in.
Carmen couldn’t speak. Tameka knew all of her hot spots and wasted no time hitting them. She pushed her pelvis up toward Tameka’s face and grabbed hold of her head. “Yes, baby. It’s yours, it’s yours.”
Carmen’s words slipped into soft moans as she arched her back and opened herself to her lover.
Tameka reached down and undid her pants. Already strapped, she was ready to claim her.
Carmen resisted. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and whispered, “Tameka, I don’t know where Cooley is. She could come home at anytime.”
“I don’t care any more, I want her to know, and I want the world to know I love you.”
Carmen smiled. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She quickly pulled Tameka down onto the bed, rolled her over, and climbed on top. Slowly she inserted Tameka’s manhood inside of her. She squeezed her pelvic walls hard as she rode the strap, pulling on it and pushing it deeper inside as she rode.
Tameka grabbed Carmen’s ass cheeks and pulled her down as she repeatedly thrust the stiffness into her.
Carmen’s face strained as she released her juices onto her lover.
Turned on, Tameka held Carmen down on her as she continued to plunge the wet latex dick inside of her bitch’s pussy. “C’mon, give it to me. Give it to me.”
After thirty minutes of intense orgasmic sex, Carmen was still riding Tameka like a champ. She wanted to prove to Tameka that she was the best.
“Oh, hell, naw! Carmen, what the fuck you doing with that bitch?”
Cooley and Denise were both standing in the door and looked as though they were ready for war.
“Cooley! Wait!”
Cooley jumped and grabbed Tameka. “I told you to stay away from her!” She started to hit Tameka.
Denise grabbed Cooley and pulled her back. “Man, stop. You already got enough trouble.” Denise looked at Carmen. “Carmen, what the fuck are you doing?”
Carmen was crying. She had put her robe on while Tameka was trying to put her clothes back on.
“I was going to tell y’all, we, we . . .”
“We got back together,” Tameka said as she put her arm around Carmen.
Cooley tried to get away from Denise, so she could hit her some more.
“After all the bullshit, after you caught this bitch, you go back to her! So, this is the reason you’re not with Nic. You left Nic for this bitch?”
“Why I got to be all that?” Tameka added.
“Shut the fuck up!” Cooley said, walking toward Tameka.
Denise grabbed her quickly and pulled her back.
“Man, fuck this shit. You be a dumb ass if you want, but don’t come running to me when she fuck you over again.” Cooley lay on her bed.
“Cooley, please. It’s not like that, I promise things are different,” Carmen said, tears running down her face.
Tameka looked at Carmen. “Look, I’m gon’ talk to you later, let you straighten things out with your crew.” She kissed Carmen and walked out the room.
The three of them stood there in silence.
“I know what y’all are thinking, but things are different.”
“How you know, C? How do you know? She was supposed to be better before, too,” Denise said, trying her best not to show just how mad she really was.
Carmen knew that she wasn’t sure. “I don’t expect you to understand, but can you please just support me.”
“Hell, naw, man,” Cooley said in her usual calm voice. “I’m not gon’ support that shit, but I’m out. Fuck your life up if you want. I can’t believe you left Nic alone for that bitch. Damn, Carmen, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Look, I like Nic, but my feelings are too strong for Tameka. We have been doing so well lately. I think things are going to be right now. I really think so.”
“You think?” Denise added, “I hope you know. Look, with Nic you knew that girl was crazy about you. Can you say that you know Tameka is crazy about you?”
Carmen paused. Denise had her stumped. She didn’t know for sure that Tameka was crazy for her, but she was happy with what she had. Her mind went to Nic. Denise was right; she did know that Nic was crazy about her, and she made a silent prayer that Tameka felt the same way.
“Yeah, you’re quiet ’cause you know that bitch don’t give a fuck about you,” Cooley said.
“Look, I don’t know. I am not certain about anything. But this is a chance I am willing to take. I love Tameka so much, y’all. I just want to make sure you support me.”
The room was silent again. Cooley didn’t say anything.
“Yeah, C, I really think you should reconsider, but if that’s what you want, I will support you.” Denise walked up to Carmen and hugged her. “Look, y’all need to talk, and I need to get ready for tonight. Meet at my room later, okay.” Denise walked out of the room, leaving Cooley and Carmen to work out their problems.
“Man, I am getting ready to go pick up Misha. I don’t have anything else to say.” Cooley grabbed her keys and walked out the room, leaving Carmen in the room alone.
Chapter 37
Cooley pulled up in front of the old apartment complex. She had to borrow Denise’s car to go pick up Misha. Cooley hadn’t decided how to tell Misha about the fight from that day. She knew she was going to be very upset. Misha had asked her to meet her at her sister’s house because her sister was doing her hair for the sports banquet.
Cooley walked up the stairs. It had been so long since she had been there; she laughed to herself about how she’d met Misha. This time she didn’t hear anything in the hallway. She knocked on the door, expecting one of Alexus’ kids to come to the door. Instead, Alexus answered the door herself, wearing only a robe.
“Long time, huh,” Alexus said as Cooley walked into the house.
“Yeah, I guess so. Um, where’s Misha?” Cooley noticed the way Alexus was looking at her, and she knew the look spelled danger.
“She went to get me some more hair. Everyone ain’t blessed with all that hair like she got. Sit down. She’ll be back soon.”
“Um, I think I’ll go wait in the car for her.”
“Girl, please. Look, I am not about to do anything to you. You are with my sister and I respect that, y’all actually look kinda cute together.”
Cooley let out a breath of relief. She looked around the apartment. It was actually clean, and there were no kids running around.
“So, where are the kids?” Cooley yelled to Alexus, who had gone to the back of the apartment.
“They’re with my friend—Ohhh!”
Cooley heard a loud bang, like Alexus had fallen off of something. She ran to the back to see if she was okay. She found Alexus lying on the floor with one leg in between a broken chair.
Cooley quickly helped her up. “Damn! Are you okay?” she said as she got the chair off of Alexus foot.”
Alexus seemed shaken up. “I knew that chair was going to break. Damn
!” she responded.
Cooley noticed her robe was coming undone. She could see her breasts, and obviously Alexus was naked under it.
Alexus tried to stand up, but fell back over. She let out a yell. “Oh, it hurts so much. Cooley, please help me to the bed.”
Cooley obliged and picked her up and placed her on the bed.
Out of nowhere, Alexus grabbed her and started to kiss her.
Before Cooley could break free, she heard a sound that she didn’t want to hear.
“What the fuck?” Misha stood in the doorway of the room; she was furious.
“Baby, it’s not what you think!” Cooley quickly jumped up. “Baby . . .”
“I told you, sis, that the bitch was no good. She couldn’t wait to get in here and get at me!” Alexus exclaimed.
Cooley turned around, ready to slap Alexus in her face.
“Bitch, you are fucking lying. You know that you grabbed me!” Cooley yelled at Alexus, but quickly turned back around. Misha was crying. Cooley ran over to her. “Baby, please believe me. It wasn’t me, I promise.”
“Cooley, how could you? My fucking sister!” Misha yelled as the tears continued to fall from her face.
“I told you from the get-go that she was no good, Misha.” Alexus smirked as she put her robe on.
Cooley turned around; she was ready to kill her.
Before she could respond, Misha lit into her.
“Bitch, shut the fuck up! You had no business even letting my woman come back here. I can’t believe your scandalous ass either!” Misha’s tears turned into anger again. She walked up to her sister and punched her in her face, causing her to fall onto the bed.
Cooley didn’t know what to do. She was in shock by the whole situation.
Misha began walking out of the room.
Cooley grabbed her arm, but was met with a punch to her face as well.
“But you love me, huh, Cooley. You love me! I knew I shouldn’t have trusted your ass. I fuckin’ hate you!” Misha ran out the room.
“Misha!” Cooley yelled as she ran out of the room as well. Cooley caught up to Misha on the grass. She grabbed her arms. “Misha.”