Breeze was the star of the basketball team. Everybody swore that he was NBA bound. So, the groupies at school were endless, and my friends were no exception.
Me, personally, I didn’t care for boys who thought that they were bigger than the program. So, I never bought into the hype. They said that he was from the hood, and the girls loved that about him, but he just mostly got on my nerves. My dealings with him had always been through Harlem, and he was the cause of most of our arguments. Because Breeze was a notorious hoe, and I could only assume that whenever Harlem was running with him, he was on that same type of timing too. So, I didn’t like the nigga, and was wishing that my girl didn’t, neither.
“Girl, pipe down,” I whispered with curled lips. “It’s not that damn serious.”
Tarin goofily giggled. “Of course, you would say that. You hate him. But I’m gonna be your future step sister-in-law. Just watch.”
Fluttering my lashes, I peered at my friend. Tarin was a cinnamon brown skinned, petite girl with braids that draped down to her butt. She was thin, so I couldn’t really say that she had a shape. She was cute, though. In an around the way girl type of way.
Not to downplay my girl, but we both attended the same school and saw the caliber of girls Breeze entertained and played. He’d literally dated every it girl on campus…besides me.
With those girls, he played games, and did as he pleased. That’s why I could only imagine the ways that he’d play with the likes of Tarin. And she simply knew not what she was asking for.
“Friend, he’s not the one. I’m telling you. You’ve seen how he handles those other girls. Why would you want to be put in that rotation?”
“For the experience.” She fanned herself, as Breeze waltzed past us, chugging down a bottle of water.
There were visible beads of sweat dripping down his hard body, while I took in his heavily tatted skin. Apparently, Ricky had no issues with his son inking his body up, as he’d been having tattoos for a few years now.
“Oh, what’s up, Tarin,” he paused and spoke. “I didn’t even realize that you was sitting here.”
“Hey,” she eagerly responded. “I see y’all moving in.” She quickly glanced over her shoulder. “We gotta smoke one with you. To properly introduce you into the fold.”
“Oh, yeah.” He licked his lips. “You talking my language with that. Unlike Ms. Meany, right here. All she keeps giving me is some eye rolls.”
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes. “You just make sure that you aint blocking my car in, with your green giant looking ass.”
“Alright, Ms. Piggy.”
My jaw dropped, and I gasped, as he gleefully strolled off.
I cut my eyes at Tarin, as her lips were tucked into her mouth. “Did that nigga just call me fat?”
***
Ima come over there in the morning.
Reading the text from Harlem, I sighed. As of late, he was always pressed for early morning visits on Sundays, because my mama would be at work. Unfortunately, now, I had to step lightly, until I knew exactly what this new set-up was made of. Undoubtedly, Harlem wanted to slide between my legs, and I didn’t know how cool Ricky would be with me locking up in my room with my boyfriend.
No, I didn’t answer to him, but he could possibly be the eyes and ears for my mama, and I didn’t need him reporting that I was screwing my boyfriend in her house.
That might not go how you want it to. Tricky Ricky might be a snitch.
I responded to the text, while Tarin was shuffling through music on the radio that was Bluetooth connected to my phone.
We were parked curbside, outside of my house, smoking a blunt. It was just nine o’clock, and we were bored. Personally, I would’ve loved to go clubbing somewhere, but Tarin was just 17, and wasn’t old enough. In fact, I was the only one in our friend group with a late birthday, which meant that I was older, and legal. So, I hadn’t managed to hit the club scene yet, because none of my girls could come along. Therefore, I spent a lot of time pulling up to college kickbacks, where identification wasn’t necessary. Or I was getting high, while cruising through the city.
“I’m getting hungry. Wanna swing through midtown and find one of those spots that gives club vibes?” I randomly questioned, while rapping my nails on my steering wheel.
Tarin nodded. “You think—”
The sound of someone tapping on my window interrupted her.
Glancing to my left, I saw Breeze standing outside of my car.
“I got the good shit.” He claimed, as he waved a blunt in my face.
Sighing, I unlocked the doors. “Get in the backseat.”
