“What chu talking about?” I asked her, as all eyes were on us. Her girls were also standing back, mean-mugging Ora.
“I’m talking about you and this bitch, right here.” Summer angrily pointed at Ora.
“Who a bitch?” Ora fumed, as she stepped up to Summer.
With them standing face to face…I ain’t gone lie…Ora’s light dimmed a bit. Cause while Ora was a high school baddie, Summer was a grown type of bad bitch. Although dressed provocatively, Summer’s look was fucking impeccable. Flawless. Like she was a celebrity and a whole glam squad had put her look together. From her hair, down to her intentionally dewy skin. She was a walking fucking fantasy. And also my biggest fucking headache.
“Say, y’all chill out.” I wedged myself between them, refusing to let things escalate. Especially since I wasn’t a hundred percent sure if Summer’s prissy ass could fight…outside of me. Because privately, she’d put hands and feet on me a couple of times, recently. But I digress.
“Nah! This hoe called me out of my name!” Ora raised a hand and pointed.
I nodded. “And I understand that. It’s just a misunderstanding. Let me handle this.”
“And you’re still a bitch!” Summer lashed.
Not having time for all the bullshit, I bent my knees, and lifted Summer off her feet. Her ass was literally kicking and screaming, as I carried her out of the house.
Once we were on the sidewalk, I placed her back on her feet, before her little friends came rushing over.
“You better not hit her, nigga,” Renny chided. “Or we finna jump you out here.”
I waved her off, while focusing on Summer. “What’s all this clowning shit about?”
“It’s aboutyourjealous ass!” She shouted, while shoving my chest. “You always tell me to keep these niggas out of my face. Now, look at the bullshit you on. Skinning and grinning with the next bitch. But I’d be wrong if I go kick it with Harlem!”
Hearing that…I lost my cool. “Who the fuck do you think you playing with?” I growled, while yoking her up.
“Breeze!” Her girls simultaneously yelped, before raining punches across my back.
“Hey, y’all chill out!” Kezzy commanded, while yanking them back.
With all the chaos, Summer managed to escape my grasp. She then reached over, and popped me in the mouth, before bolting in the opposite direction.
After she was a safe distance, her girls ran over to her, and they all jumped into the beamer, before skirting off the block.
“Damn, them hoes wasn’t playing,” Charlie giggled, as her and Ora were now standing on the sidewalk.
I glanced around and peeped all the muthafuckas laughing and recording with their phones.
I shook my head. “This shit crazy.”
Ora approached me. “Are you alright?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I’m straight.”
She hooded her eyes. “Who was that girl?”
I sighed. “A fucking headache.”
Charlie snickered. “Well, you know what that means, Ora. That’s his gal.”
Not denying it, I licked my lips.
Ora shrugged. “So?” She gazed into my eyes. “You coming to the spot or nah?”
Damn. Lil’ mama was clearly feeling a nigga. And there was a part of me that wanted to see what was up.
“You know, I wouldn’t mind kicking it with ya lil’sexy ass. But…I’ma have to take a raincheck this time. My bad.”
