“Nothin’. What’s up with you?”
“Yo, Shana, you know there’s a party tonight over at that new club on Merrick, right?”
“Word? Who’s poppin’ there tonight?”
“Everybody, you ain’t heard? There’s supposed to be mad cuties rolling through,” Sasha says excitedly. “So you rolling or what?”
“Yeah, I’m rolling. Come pick me up now, though. I ain’t got shit to do for the rest of the day.”
“Aiight, then. I’ll be through there in a half. Be ready, bitch.”
“Bitch, just hurry your ass up…Danny’s here,” I blurt out. She has a crush on him, too.
“Word, what his fine ass up to?”
“You know, chilling with my mom.”
“Damn, your mom is a lucky bitch,” Sasha says. “Look, I gotta go. See you soon.”
I hang up and rush over to my closet to throw on something to wear. I know there’s no reason to rush; Sasha ain’t gon’ be here in no half hour. Shit, I’ll be lucky if she shows in an hour. I jump into the shower and fantasize about having Danny in here with me. I wonder how big his dick is and what he could probably do with it. I get so carried away dreaming about him that I slip my hand inside my pussy and begin to play with myself. Once I get good and started, there’s no reason for me to stop. After my shower and a good nut, I walk to my room and leave my door ajar, just in case Danny walks by. Oh, well, that idea’s a bust; he’s with my mother in her bedroom.
I throw on my tight-fitting, blue Guess jeans, my gray Guess sweater and a gray baseball cap—just something casual for the day. All I’m going to do is hang out with my girls.
It’s going on three, and this bitch, Sasha, still hasn’t come around. She got me sittin’ around watching afternoon talk shows. My mother is still in the bedroom with Danny, which is making me even more impatient. Shit, I wish this bitch would hurry up, I say to myself. Soon after, the doorbell rings. I jump off the couch and go answer the door. To my surprise, it’s not Sasha. Jakim decided to stop by—unannounced.
“What’s up, Shana?” he says standing there smiling.
“What the fuck do you want, Jakim?”
“What, I can’t stop by no more?”
“No, you can’t just be stopping by. Why are you here?”
“I just came to see how you were doing,” he says.
“Niggah, I’m doing fine without you. I know what you want, and it ain’t happening. Go get your dick wet with one of your trifling hoes down the street,” I angrily state.
“Shana, it ain’t even like that….”
“Niggah, didn’t I hang up on you just this morning?! Didn’t you get the fucking hint? Bye!” I shout. I try to slam the door in his stupid-looking face, but he blocks it with his foot.
“C’mon, Shana, I’ve been thinking about you. I’ve missed you, baby,” he says with his foot still jammed in between the door.
“Move your foot, Jakim!” He’s still standing there, pleading. Damn, is my pussy that good to niggahs? I can’t really get that mad with him, because I know I still love him. He’s my heart, but he needs to know that I should come first in his life. He thought we were going to break up and he’d be able to fuck other bitches. Then when he got done, he’d come running back to me, begging for forgiveness. No! It doesn’t work that way. I got too much respect for myself. I’m not one of these stupid bitches in the street he can game and have his way with. After being together for two years, he should’ve known better. He should’ve known how I get down. But I guess he wasn’t taking notes.
“Jakim, I ain’t playing with you. Please move your fucking foot!” I continue to shout.
“What’s going on out here?” my mother asks, coming out of her bedroom tying her robe together.
“Fucking Jakim won’t leave the door!” I scream.
“Jakim, respect my daughter’s wishes and leave here,” my mother calmly tells him.
“But I just want to talk to her, Ms. Banks,” Jakim says.
“It’s obvious that she doesn’t want to talk to you right now, so do yourself a favor and come back and speak to her another day. Don’t get her more upset than she already is,” she tells him.
Jakim backs off, removing his foot from the door. He apologizes to my mother for the noise and disturbance he’s caused. He then stares at me and leaves. I stand in the doorway and watch him drive off in his black Nissan Maxima before closing the door. I turn around and see my mother standing there watching me, and watching Jakim leave.
“You still love him,” she says. “I can see it in your eyes.”
“Yeah, right,” I try to deny.
“It’s okay, Shana. We all go through the same problems with men. It’s just knowing when and how to deal with them,” she advises before going back to her bedroom to her own damn man.
My mother sees right through me most times. She knows that I’m still in love with Jakim, and she knows how stubborn I can be. But he fucked up and needs to be taught a lesson.
Just as I’m about to give up on that bitch, Sasha, showing up, the doorbell rings again. I go open the door, and there’s Sasha standing in the doorway smiling.
“Bitch, you know what time it is?!” I shout.
“Yeah, and your day ain’t wasted,” she quickly responds.
“Fuck you!”
“Yeah, I love you, too. C’mon, let’s go.” She grabs me by my shirt and pulls me out the door.
As we’re driving, listening to music and staring at cuties, Sasha says, “I saw Jakim turn off your block. What’s the deal wit dat shit? I thought y’all broke up.”
“Yeah, we did. But you know, he’s still sweatin’ a sista.”
“Word? I saw him with that bitch, Theresa, the other day,” she says, sharing unimportant news with me. “He was all hugged up with her in the park and shit.”
“Well, thank you for that useful bit of information,” I unpleasantly say to her. She could have kept that kind of news to herself.
We pull up to Mickey D’s, because I haven’t had anything to eat since those two sausages I had for breakfast. Sasha wants to pull through the drive-thru, but I prefer to go inside; the drive-thru always fucks up my order. I persuade her to park and eat inside; we’re in no rush to go anywhere. As soon as we enter the restaurant, three niggahs start clocking me. I just turn my head and ignore ‘em. Only one of ‘em is cute, but his shoes are jacked up. Sasha pays them no attention either. She just stands on line with me and looks up at the menu. I turn around to see if they’re still gawking, and yes, all three of
