I don’t know, but it was hard to ignore that I was now hanging with my girls more often. They were now all legal, and wanted to club every day of the week. Naturally, I would tag along, but it was always in the back of my mind that Breeze hadn’ttriedto get any time.
He was always with his friends from 5thWard, or his cousins. Would stay gone for most of the day. And I guess that he didn’t think twice about it, because rain, sleet, or snow, I’d be there, whenever he’d make it home. Even if only by default.
What was a telltale sign that things were different was that this was technically our last weekend, before we were off to school, and me and Breeze weren’t spending it together. Instead, I was out with my girls, and we were pulling up to some private party that Shilo’s cousin had invited us to.
Dressing that night with a chip on my shoulder, I was clad in black, tiny booty shorts, a cropped sheer lacey bralette, tall stripper-like Christian Louboutin sandals, and a Louie wristlet on my wrist. The only jewelry I opted to wear was my necklace and name plate, along with Van Cleef bracelets. My curly burgundy hair had undetectable tape-ins that draped down to my ass.
I’d paid for a glam makeup beat to ensure that I was extra pretty that night, while I felt rather empty internally.
Approaching the massive Airbnb that was in the Heights, me and my girls had to bypass so many thirsty niggas. They wereacting like they’d never seen a girl in shorts, when it came to me, as they’d swooped down like vultures, grabbing my hand, begging for my number, left and right.
By the time we’d actually stepped into the house, I was ready to go.
“These niggas are being weird. And it’s a little much for me. So, I don’t know how long I'ma be here,” I admitted, while glancing around, taking in all the random faces.
Tarin smirked. “What did you expect? You walked up with all this ass out.” She playfully popped my booty.
“Girl, stop, with your gay ass,” I tittered, while lightly shoving her.
“No, for real, Summer,” Renny spoke up. “You are literally so damn fine. If I was gay, then I’d be grabbing you too.”
“Aww,” I cooed. “That’s so sweet.”
“Yeah, but look.” Asha tapped my shoulder. “Aint that Breeze over there?”
Gazing in the direction she’d pointed, I did indeed see Breeze. Him and his 6’6 stature stood out like a sore thumb. Rocking Givenchy distressed jeans, tee, and Jordan’s, he was dope-boy fresh. His red skin was illuminating the room, while those silky waves were spinning.
Yep. Breeze looked beautiful. For a man, of course. And was clearly posted up with a bitch.
Chapter 10
Breeze
“So, Breeze, the million-dollar question is…are you coming back to the spot to kick it with us?” Ora wanted to know.
She was standing in front of a nigga, looking fine as shit.
I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t attracted to Ora. She was a high yellow girl, with naturally curly, long, dark hair. Had a gorgeous mug on her, with full lips, a button nose, and inviting almond shaped eyes. Then when it came down to her body…shape was immaculate. Small waist. Round ass. Thick legs. Sizable breasts. All the shit that I liked.
So, tagging along with Kezzy, while he was kicking it with her bestie, Charlie, had been the easiest favor I’d ever given.
At this point, the four of us had hung several times, and I really felt like I knew Ora. And honestly liked what I saw.
Maybe the vibe was always right because we were cut from the same cloth. Ora now lived in the burbs, but had grown up in the hood, like myself. So, she had a certain ghetto mystique that I lowkey enjoyed.
“Ion know, lil’ mama.” I rubbed my chin hairs. “It’s already past two in the morning. So, driving to 3rdWard would be going out the way, and I’d probably be out when the sun is coming up.” I pointed out how her student-living apartment was not within the route I’d planned on taking.
She sucked her teeth. “What’s up with you and this time keeping? Every time we all link, you be acting like you got a curfew. Like you aint grown and is literally about to leave for school, where nobody will be there to tell you when you can come and go.”
“Nah. I definitely don’t have a curfew.”
“Okay.” She gazed up at me. “Then what’s the problem?”
I scratched the side of my face. “Honestly? I got a—”
“What the fuck is this, Ricky?”
Hearing that voice, I spun around to find Summer standing there. She was all done up with the hair and makeup, while dressed like a fucking slut.
