With Summer, my feelings were on the line, pushing me into a new, uncomfortable space. Meanwhile, we were about to face all type of obstacles. Especially considering that she’d committed to UCLA while I was going to Uconn. Of course, she’d decided on UCLA when she was with Harlem, and they wanted to attend the same school. Now, we both agreed that it was too late to be changing plans. So, she was doing a semester in L.A. before transferring to be with me.
A lot of people had expressed that a semester apart might do us some good, and I couldn’t disagree more. I didn’t know how I was gonna transition from having grade A pussy everyday to being on the other side of the country, with a hard dick. But Summer was geeked about moving out to L.A. She said that there were some literary moves she wanted to make while there, and I was never gonna be the nigga to stand between baby and her dreams. But I’d be lying if I said that I was cool with the plans.
“What the fuck?” I grumbled, as I stepped outside and spotted Summer.
She was wearing some tight ass biker shorts, a cropped muscle shirt, with a cropped varsity jacket, looking like she wanted some attention. Her long hair had been straightened, and was bouncing with her, as a bitch ass nigga named Slim was rough-housing her. She was trying to grab her iPad that he was holding over her head, but the laughter told me that she was thoroughly enjoying the interaction.
Slim was from the hood like myself, and had a way with a lot of the girls around the school. He was the type to only interact with the baddies, and I was sure that his little play session with Summer was calculated.
Trying to keep my composure, I approached them. “The fuck is this?”
Summer’s head whipped around. “Bae…I mean Breeze.”
Hearing her correct herself really rubbed me the wrong way.
“What’s up, man?” Slim offered a head nod.
“Ion know. You tell me. That’s her iPad?”
“Yeah, I was just bullshitting around,” he claimed, while handing the iPad to Summer.
I licked my lips. “Is that right?”
An awkward silence settled between us.
“I’m saying,” I eventually spoke again, before spitting on the ground, mere inches away from his Jordan’s. “The fuck is you still standing here for?”
Slim frowned. “Shit, I should be asking you that question. You came over here, fucking with us.”
“Slim—” Summer started.
“Nawl, fuck that!” I lashed. “What you and this nigga got going on?”
“Nothing—”
“I’m saying, though,” Slim interjected. “The fuck are you worried about it for? Acting like you her fucking daddy—”
I didn’t let him finish, as I swung, connecting with his jaw, dropping him instantly.
“Breeze!” Summer gasped.
“Breeze, nothing!” I snarled, while Slim was scrambling off the concrete. “Go get in the fucking truck, and drive home!”
Fuming, she glared at me, before spinning around and stomping over to her beamer.
“Man, what the fuck?!” Slim shouted, as he bled from his mouth. All while keeping a safe distance.
Calmly, I rotated my shoulder. “I’m saying. What you tryna do, Slim?”
Spitting on the ground, he glared at me, before turning around and walking in the opposite direction.
Chapter 9
Summer
My heart was racing, as I stood outside of my truck that I’d just parked in the driveway. Breeze’s Camaro was parked directly behind me, forcing our bumpers to kiss.
It felt like we’d been on a high-speed chase on the drive home. He aggressively followed me, never keeping a safe distance. Then as soon as we pulled up at home, he hopped out of the car. Irate.
