“Exactly.” My mama nodded. “Now, take y’all ignorant asses to bed!”
Chapter 11
In one week, I’d probably gone through every emotion I could imagine. And now…I’d come to the long, drawn-out conclusion. Being in love wasnotfor me. Fuck that!
I know that Array and Tricky Ricky couldn’t wait for us to board our flights the following day…because it had been Afghanistan around that house. A complete war zone.
On three separate occasions, it had gotten physical with me and Breeze, and I had been the initiator in two out of three of those instances. And when I couldn’t get to him, then I went after anything he owned, including his car and clothes. And it was all stemming from what happened after that night, he’d caught me getting out of ole boy’s car.
Despite our big fight and our parents declaring that we were broken up, we hadn’t listened to a thing. Breeze still ended up sleeping in my room. On the floor. And I was going to chalk that whole debacle as just one of our tiffs. However, my whole mindset shifted after Breeze left the following day, and didn’t come home, until the sun was rising.
That offense alone was enough to go off about, but that ultimately ended up being just the tip of the iceberg.
Something told me to go through his phone, and I listened. After probing, I saw that Breeze had clearly been out feeling himself. There were at least five girls texting him. And his clear favorite was Ora. The hoe from the party.
After reading through their text thread, I saw that they were developing a genuine connection. The conversations were deep, telling me that he saw something in her worth exploring. It was also plain to deduce that he’d been with her the whole time he hadn’t come home.
Of course, when I confronted him, he played the blame game. Pointing out how I was sitting in the car with another nigga, probably laughing at him. Knowing that I would’ve never taken such drastic measures, if he hadn’t been entertaining Ora in the first place, I went berserk on him.
I didn’t even recognize myself, as I reacted to Breeze and his bullshit. I didn’t know that I could get that angry. That violent. And after pulling a knife on him, nearly slitting his throat, that’s when I knew that I had to let him go. Completely.
That had been three days ago, and I hadn’t said a word to him since. And now, on the night before my flight, I was all packed, feeling sad, and had been on the phone with my girls for hours, trying to find a bright spot.
“Summer, what if Harlem wants to get back with you?” Tarin randomly questioned, as we were on a five-way call. “Are you open to seeing what’s up?”
“Mmm…” I pondered on it. “I honestly don’t wanna deal with anybody. I’m good. These niggas aint shit, and running back to Harlem would mean going backwards to something I didn’t care for…while he can’t even fuck me right.”
Hearing that, everybody exploded with laughter, probably because I’d never expressed how poorly Harlem had performed sexually.
“Nooo,” Shilo tittered. “Say it aint so. My boy Harlem got a shrimp dick?”
“Nah, it’s even worse. He got a big one, but can’t fuck,” I revealed.
“A big one?” Asha snickered. “Then you should’ve kept him on his back, while you rode it.”
“Right. That worked only half the time. And then he could never make me cum, whenever he’d eat me out. Shit was frustrating as fuck.”
“So, that’s why it was easy to jump ship with Breeze?” Shilo wanted to know.
“Maybe partially. But overall…it was the connection. I never really understood how women could be so stupid, until Ricky came along. The good sex was just the cherry on top. But fuck him,” I couldn’t help but add. “With his conniving ass.”
“Right,” my girls simultaneously agreed.
That was what I loved about my friends. If it was fuck a nigga, then that was the consensus across the board.
“Wait, y’all,” Tarin tittered. “Why is Brian steady calling me, begging me to put him and Summer in the same room again?”
I rolled my eyes. “Girl, tell that scary ass nigga to kick rocks. With the way he peeled off with the door wide open, didn’t know if I was getting my ass beat or nothing, we aint got nothing to talk about.”
Everybody laughed hysterically, because according to Tarin, her cousin was a real-life tough guy. Only to hightail it, after I was literally snatched out if his car.
Tarin was cackling the most. “Y’all, when I asked him why did he leave Summer like that, he said that Breeze had a gun.”
“A gun?” I lightly laughed…knowing that Breeze did indeed have a gun on him, but I don’t know how Brian could’ve known, especially since Breeze was preoccupied with dragging me away from the car. It wasn’t like he’d pulled it out. Then again, things had happened so quickly that perhaps I’d missed Breeze brandishing his weapon. “He gots to be stopped—”
I didn’t finish my last statement, as Breeze came stomping into my room, shirtless, from the bathroom we shared. Acting like he had every right to be in my room, he moseyed over to my dresser, before shuffling through the drawers.
Wearing merely some basketball shorts and a pair of Versace boxers, he appeared mighty comfortable, as he helped himself to the gum I had on the dresser.
