I Like Dirt (Jack. Book 2)

by Laine Watson

  “Uhm…a screwdriver.” I admitted hesitantly.

  “What?” He laughed. “You’re a fucking liar.”

  “No, I’m not,” I pouted. “I call your name when I cum…every time.” He stared at me, perplexed.

  “So, like, you haven’t had sex with anyone?” Jack asked. I put my head down. “I shouldn’t have asked that question.”

  “That doesn’t mean I haven’t been waiting. All I do is think about you. I was fine…doing great. And then, I just…” I shrugged, trying to find the words. “I…I don’t know…”

  He could see the innocence and truth in my face. Those were things that I thought had been gone from me for so long. He grinned at me. He knew I really had been waiting.

  “So, you just been fucking yourself, wishing it was me?” He smirked.

  “Mm-mhuh.” I nodded. I felt like a child.

  “Al-fucking-rightly then,” he said. He was already ready. He just whipped it out. It was right by my lady parts. I was all ready to be fucked and then, I looked down. All my desire to be fucked in any way had quickly faded.

  “Uhm…what is that?” I asked.

  “What, it doesn’t look the same?” He glanced down at it, as if he hadn’t noticed.

  “Uhm, no. It looks like it’s the big brother that beats people up,” I said.

  “I’m ‘bout to beat it up,” Jack said. I giggled. He beamed at me again. “Man, I love you, like fo’real, I love you.”

  “Okay…but you’re not putting that inside of me,” I snapped. His smile went away.

  “Oh, okay,” he nodded, bundling it all back up and shoving it back into his pants.

  “That’s it? You’re not gonna call me a bitch? You’re not gonna tell me you got blue balls? Not gonna put me out of your room? Call me a buncha slut bitches, and tell everyone you fucked me anyway, and that I sucked your balls?” I asked in shock.

  “No, why would I do that?” he asked, frowning.

  “I don’t know, guys are asses,” I pointed out.

  “Chicks are bitches,” he replied, looking into my eyes.

  “Jack…” I said softly. Had I just hurt him?

  “What? I’m not pissed off, it just means all the guys you fucked had little dicks. You scared of my shit…simple. They ain’t me.” Jack shrugged.

  He made me blush because he was right, but I didn’t want to be scared, I wanted to just take it. I looked at him with sad eyes.

  “Jack…I don’t want you to leave again,” I admitted.

  “I’m not, you left, not me,” Jack replied.

  “What was I gonna do, Jack?” I asked him.

  “Shit, I don’t know.” He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand.

  “I came back for you, and you weren’t there,” I said.

  “I’m here now,” he told me.

  “Yeah.” I sighed.

  “What’re you gonna do about Trey?” Jack asked.

  “What about Trey?” I asked him.

  “Trey was ‘bout to fuck Jew up. You don’t remember that?” His eyes were wide.

  “I do.” I nodded.

  “That was because he said he fucked you, right?”

  “Yeah?” I said.

  “Well, Jew wanted to fuck you, he really did, but you’re just gonna let me,” Jack pointed out.

  “Are you gonna go tell all your fucking friends?” I asked him.

  “No, I love you. I don’t give a shit about those dudes,” Jack said.

  “Open the fucking door,” Trey said, knocking on the door and then opening it without waiting for an answer. “Money, what the fuck is this? Why all y’all niggas tryna fuck my susta?” Trey gave me a sharp look. “And damn, Katie, you just gone fuck Money? You was just kissing Jew…Man, my susta ain’t no hoe!”

  “It’s not like that,” Jack said, just as Trey was honing in on him.

  “Wait…Trey, this is Jack,” I explained, not wanting to watch as my brother shed his clothes again.

  “Who the fuck is Jack?” Trey bellowed.

  “He’s Jack!” I said.

  “Money Jack?” Trey asked, his eyes wide.

  “Yeah.” I nodded.

  “Fuck, nah? The dude you be talkin’ ‘bout every time you get drunk?” Trey said.

  “Yeah…” I admitted with a blush.

  “How the fuck we friends, and you don’t know my real name?” Jack asked him.

  “Don’t nobody know mu’fuckas government names, what’s my name mu’fucka?” Trey asked him.

  “DonTrey Porter,” Jack replied coolly.

  “So, mu’fucka! What’s my middle name?” Trey asked, confident.

  “Maurice,” Jack supplied.

  “Fuck you,” Trey said.

  “Jack’s middle name is Perseus,” I giggled mischievously.

  “Hot Rod…” Jack groaned, turning to me as I cheesed.

  “His name is Jack Perseus Fitzheigken,” I said, giggling and annoying him more.

  “Dang, yo name hella bogus.” Trey laughed. There was an apparent brotherhood between my brother and Jack.

  “So, what? Y’all like girlfriend and boyfriend now?” Trey asked.

  “You can’t just ask no shit like that,” Jack snapped.

  “Why not? She sitting on yo bed. Y’all up in here, being all secretive and shit. What’s going on?” Trey said authoritatively.

  “Get the fuck out,” Jack told him.

  “Hol’ the fuck up! Who the hell you talking to?” Trey huffed.

  “Trey, quit playing. Seriously. Bye mu’fucka.” Jack waved at him.

  “Fuck you, you better be glad my susta like yo dusty ass,” Trey said, walking out of Jack’s room, slamming the door behind him.

  “That went well.” Jack looked at me with an awkward smile.

  “No, it didn’t,” I said, looking over at him. It was always hilarious to me that Jack was kind of dirty. But, I don’t know. It was like he wanted to be. I guess it was part of his sex appeal.

  “Yeah, it did,” Jack insisted.

  “You think so?” I asked as Jack sat down on his bed in front of me.

  “Yeah, so…where were we?” he asked smoothly.

  “We can’t just do it now. I’m not even in the mood,” I complained.

  “You’re not?” he said, scooting really close to me and jiggling open his pants. He kissed me down the back of my neck.

  “Okay maybe I am,” I admitted. He smelled just the same, but better. He smelled like weed and hot guy. “But like I said, you’re not sticking that inside me.”

  “Well go get your screwdriver, and let me fuck you with that.” Jack smirked.

  “What? Oh, my Gawd.” I blushed with a cute giggle. That was enough…yes!

  “Wait, I think we got some flatheads in this bitch.” He grinned, getting up and rummaging through his drawers.

  “Jack! Stop, you’re so stupid.” I giggled. He smiled and sat back down on the bed. He continued to grin at me.

  “Damn,” he said.

  “I know, right? I can’t believe it’s you. You look so different.” I reached up to touch his cheek.

  “Damn, Hot Rod, like you don’t even know,” he said, rubbing himself.

  “No, Jack you don’t know,” I insisted sexily. There was a tranquil silence between us.

  “You gonna stay over tonight?” he asked me.

  “I can’t. I have some stuff to do tomorrow,” I lied. I don’t know why.

  “Then I’m coming with you,” Jack asserted. I studied his eyes, staring deep into them. I gulped. He was Jack. I could deny him nothing.

  “Okay.”

  Chapter Six: Don’t Forget

  “Where you going?” Trey asked as I got in the car. “I thought you was kicking it with yo boo.”

  “I’m going home,” I told him.

  “Well, I’m staying here. Money said I can chill at his house,” Trey said, getting in the passenger seat.

  “He’s coming to my house, so you’ll be here by yourself.” I grin
ned at him.

  “Shit. That’s fine. At least I ain’t gotta sleep in no mu’fuckin’ closet, peeing in cups and shit,” Trey pointed out.

  “That’s disgusting, by the way.” I turned my lip up and wrinkled my nose in disgust.

  “Where I’m gone put it?” Trey asked me. I shook my head.

  “I’m so happy I’m outta school!” I said, changing the subject.

  “You just happy cuz you can be on this nigga nuts,” Trey mumbled snidely.

  “Shut up,” I snapped, but I laughed. “I’m gonna miss Jen, though. Did you ever have sex with her?” I asked him.

  “Dang, did I?” Trey looked up, deep in thought, “Shit. I’on know, prolly. Where she from, Chicago?”

  “Yeah.” I nodded.

  “What about yo job? If school closed, ain’t the bookstore closed? How you gone pay yo rent? Yo ass gone be at Money house, too.” Trey laughed.

  “It’s not gonna be closed,” I explained. “I’m just not working this summer. But I got some money saved up till school starts back. I’m good.” I nodded.

  “Shid-d-d, better get Money to pay that shit. That mu’fucka got bread,” Trey informed me. I laughed at him. “I can’t believe this who the fuck you been talking about. This motherfucker. Jack…” Trey shook his head.

  “Yeah, that’s him. How long have you guys been friends?” I inquired of him.

  “I’on know. He really just moved up here. I was friends with Jiggs and Ant. Then we just started going over his house cuz this nigga always got green. Always,” Trey said, his eyes wide.

  “Yeah, some things never change.” I smiled.

  “So, what? Ya’ll like boo’d up, or whatever?” Trey asked me.

  “I don’t know. We’ll see. I just…he was my first love.” I sighed.

  “Damn, that’s some real shit.” Trey frowned and shot me a serious look. “Katie?”

  “Mhuh?” I glanced over at my brother.

  “Look, man. I’mma be honest with you. I mean you ain’t been fuckin’ with Money for a while. Did he used to be, you know, doing a lot of shit?” he asked.

  “Shit like what?” I wanted to know.

  “Like meth, shit. Coke.” Trey said. “Like, he be doing some heavy shit.”

  “What’s the difference? Ya’ll smoke weed,” I pointed out.

  “Katie…it’s a big difference. Money be out here,” Trey warned. I shook my head. “I’m not tryna tell you what to do. I’m just telling you to be careful. He kinda fucked up.”

  “We’re fucked up,” I reminded him.

  “Bet…you right. So, look. Money don’t know shit about me. He don’t even know I was in juvy,” Trey began.

  “Oh…” I said, already suspicious.

  “Damn, you told him?” he snapped.

  “I didn’t know.”

  “Fuck. Okay. Look, Money not like us. He not scary, but he don’t do the shit we do. He slang, and keep it moving. He just be fucked up on that meth and shit. But he don’t really roll how we roll,” Trey explained to me

  “What does that even mean?” I asked him.

  “It means you can’t just be telling him shit. This a delicate situation,” Trey said.

  “Okay…”

  “So, you shut the fuck up.” He smiled at me. I smiled, too. “And talk about yo shit, not mine. These mu’fuckas look up to me.”

  “Jack don’t look up to you. He’s older than you.”

  “He don’t know that,” Trey said.

  “What?” I looked over at him.

  “That’s what I’m saying, he think I’m like twenty-something,” Trey told me.

  “So, you supposed to be my older brother?” I laughed.

  “Katie don’t play…” Trey warned.

  “Alright,” I said.

  “Don’t tell him shit about us, when we was little, or about school. Nothing. Okay?”

  “Okay, Trey.”

  “I’m yo brotha, you s’pose to have my back,” Trey said.

  “Alright, Trey!” I snapped, rolling my eyes.

  “Alright,” he said, getting out the car, “Go get some white boy dick.” He laughed.

  “Shu-up.” I blushed. Trey turned to head back to the house, but then he turned back to me.

  “Katie, don’t forget and just be telling this mu’fucka everything,” he said seriously.

  “Alright…” I assured him, hoping that was all he had to say.

  When Jack came outside, he and Trey shared a bro handshake as he headed back into the house. Jack leaned down into my window.

  “You could leave your car here,” he offered.

  “I have to go to work tomorrow. Well, not really. I just have to go up to the school and get some stuff,” I said. That was still a lie. I just needed an escape just in case things didn’t go right.

  “I can take you.”

  “You have a car?” I asked him.

  “Yeah, you got a car, don’t you?”.

  “This is my grandma’s car,” I said.

  “My car, my car,” Jack replied.

  “Why can’t you just follow me?” I asked him. I had to keep some type of handle on things. I didn’t want to lose myself in Jack. He already had too much of me in the palm of his hand.

  “Fine,” he said. He walked away and got into the black car that was parked in front of his house. He got right out and walked right back over to me, opening my driver’s side door.

  “Get your ass in the car, Hot Rod,” Jack ordered with a smirk. I smiled and stood up in front of him. He was so much taller than me. He was too sexy for me to say no to, and he was Jack. He looked down at me and kissed me. “Get in the car.”

  So, what did I do? I got in the car. I had missed him and his slightly controlling nature. We got to my house and Jack parked. We walked up to the house. Jack stood behind me while I opened the front door and followed me inside.

  “Becs,” I called out.

  “Hey bitch, you’re home ear—” Becs said, coming out of her room. She stopped when she saw Jack behind me coming up the steps.

  “Remember Jack,” I introduced. He nodded once.

  “Jack?” she paused and looked at me. “This is Money.”

  “Money is Jack,” I explained.

  Becs was quiet for a while. It was clear that Jack looked different. His hair was much shorter, but he was still thin and a bit taller. His face was more defined, and he almost looked like a different person, except he didn’t. Not to me.

  I rolled my eyes over to Jack. He looked like a young man to me, not a kid. Had he really changed so much that Becs wouldn’t recognize him as the same person? It probably was the combination of the tattoos, and that he had come into his own. He had a personality that was all him. He could be some punk rock kid and also some thug-ass dude, all at the same time, and it was natural. That’s just who the fuck he is.

  “Yeah, don’t you sell crystal shit?” Becs asked him. I looked over at Jack.

  “I sell a lot of stuff,” Jack said. He shrugged.

  “Well, he’s my boyfriend,” I stated with an attitude. They needed to focus on the important part. Jack looked at me, but I didn’t look at him. I didn’t give a damn if she remembered or not.

  “Where the bathroom?” Jack asked me.

  “There’s one downstairs.” I said like that was the one he better use. He went down the steps. You couldn’t miss it; it was straight ahead.

  “I ain’t think you got down like that,” Becs said as I headed to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and got out an apple. I liked my apples cold.

  “Got down like what?” I asked, leaning against the counter and biting into the apple. She looked at me like, “This bitch don’t know nothing.”

  “Money?” she said, raising her eyebrows.

  “What about him?” I shrugged, chewing a bite of apple.

  “He do meth…” she replied.

  “He do meth,” I mocked her. “How you do meth?”

  “I’m saying he fo’real do it. This motherf
ucker is crazy. He will do anything, and he don’t give a damn. I’on think…” she paused, “Like…”

  “You can do it for fake?” I said, ignoring everything else she said.

  “You know what I’m saying. Like, he be smoking it. Like chem lab meth. Legit.” She raised her eyebrows. I sighed. Why did she have to say Chem lab? Jack was definitely getting laid that night.

  “Do you do meth?” I asked her.

  “Sometimes, but…”

  “Then what’s the difference?” I snapped, annoyed.

  “Whatever, Katie. I’on care. I was just saying…” she began, but I cut her off.

  “You were just saying what?”

  “Nothing.” She rolled her eyes and walked away. I rolled my eyes at her back, “He’s not that same lil dude that you was fucking with.”

  “How do you even know what he does? You don’t know him,” I said.

  “Yes, I do. He be with this dude.” She thought for a moment, biting her lip. “Dang. What’s his name?” she said thoughtfully. “Rookie!” she said, figuring out the name. “I think that’s what they call him. He another mu’fucker who always high as fuck. Don’t give a shit about what he do.” She laughed. At the sound of Dylan Oliver’s nickname, I immediately became uncomfortable.

  “How…how do you know Rookie?” I asked.

  “Shit, I be high as fuck, too.” She laughed. “But you don’t know nothing ‘bout that life. We be lit at these parties that don’t nobody know about, unless you know about’em.”

  “You seen them there? I mean Jack and Dylan?” I needed to know.

  “Who the fuck is Dylan?” Becs asked.

  “I mean, Rookie?” I said, correcting myself.

  “Duh, but I ain’t seen him anywhere in a while. He prob’by dead. But I’on fuck with them no way no more.” She laughed again and shrugged.

  “How is that funny? And the guy I know that they called Rookie at Dodges don’t even live over here. Where are these parties?” I asked with an attitude.

  “Everywhere, some in Westfield, some in Shiloh, some in Florence. Everywhere.” Becs said.

  “Florence?” I asked. “That’s a long way to travel just to get fucked up,” I said.

  “Yeah, bu...” she began, but Jack cut in.