“You must like that nigga,” he growled, while he was directly in my face, looking like he could bite my nose off.
“Ricky, I keep telling you that it’s not like that,” I explained, trying my best not to match his aggression. He was extremely pissed, right then, and the last thing I wanted was us tussling in the front yard. “I definitely don’t like Slim. I know him through my cousin and we’ve just always been cool—”
“Stop fucking lying,” he chided, giving me a look of contempt. “You was flirting with that nigga. Just admit it.”
“Why would I be flirting with him, or anybody else? You have my undivided attention and you know that.”
“Nawl.” He shook his head. “Ion know shit ‘bout that. What I do know is that you go.”
I frowned. “I go?”
“Yeah. You the same muthafucka who was fucking me, and hugging your boyfriend, when you’d just had my dick in your mouth.”
I gasped, as tears instantly filled my eyes. “I can’t fucking believe that you’d say that to me. I was with it, because it wasyou! Don’t downgrade and cheapen me like that, when you don’t hesitate to put your whole tongue in my ass!”
“Hey, what’s going on out here?” Tricky Ricky questioned, as he came trekking down the driveway.
Glancing at him, I wiped my tears.
“Nigga, back up and give her some space,” he commanded, as Breeze was still directly in my face.
Glaring at me, Breeze slowly backed up.
“Now, why the hell are y’all doing all this arguing out here, for the neighbors to hear?” His eyes bounced from me to Breeze.
I sniffed. “That’s your son.”
He shook his head, as he focused on Breeze. “This right here was the exact shit I didn’t want. I told you to keep it light. Y’all is too young for all this heavy shit. Especially if it got y’all out here clowning.”
More tears slipped from my eyes, as I was extremely emotional, right then. “But I wasn’t even trying to argue. Ricky just be tripping. He acts like he doesn’t understand that I love him,” I found myself oversharing. I hadn’t even thought about what I was saying, as I’d never even verbally told Breeze that I loved him before this.
“Then keep Slim’s bitch ass out of your face,” Breeze growled, while bucking his eyes. Cussing like his daddy wasn’t standing right there and shit.
“Say, boy, watch ya fucking mouth,” Ricky warned.
“Okay, pops,” Breeze dismissively agreed, while his eyes remained trained on me. “Come here, Summer. Let’s take a ride, right quick.”
“Junior, boy, Ion know what the fuck you on, but if you put your hands on this girl—”
He finally focused on his daddy. “Pops, chill out. I aint tryna fight her. We just ain’t finished talking…and need some privacy.”
Tricky Ricky glanced at me. “You cool, Summer?”
I nodded. “I’m okay.”
“Alright, then. Hit my line if you need me.”
“Come on.” Breeze grabbed my hand, and guided me to his car.
“Remember what I said, boy,” Tricky Ricky reminded him, as he opened the passenger’s door for me.
After I was situated, Breeze moseyed over to the driver’s side, and hopped in. After pushing start, he backed out of the driveway, leaving Ricky standing there.
Breeze
We rode around the city for a good two hours, without saying a word. The music was softly playing in the background, while we were both seemingly in deep thought.
Summer was gazing out the window, while her chin rested in her palm. Her lashes would periodically flutter, and she’d wipe underneath her eye, telling me that she was still crying.
