My lashes fluttered, as I was stunned by his sheer audacity.
“Uh, excuse me.” I cleared my throat. “Why are you in here?”
He turned to face me, and my eyes naturally traveled down, spotting his oversized dick print.
“What you and them birds in here talking about?” He questioned, while leaning against the dresser, and folding his arms across his hard chest.
“Birds?” All the girls squawked in unison, as I had them on speaker.
“Yeah, y’all some fake ass birds. Been smiling in my face, while praying for a nigga’s downfall. Especially you, Tarin.”
“Me?” Tarin spoke up. “The fuck did I do?”
“You introduced my gal to that nigga. I thought that we was better than that.”
Tarin sucked her teeth. “They met through me, but I never introduced them. They just so happen to meet at my house. Way before you even moved in.”
Invading my personal space, he stepped over to my bed, and hovered over me. All while taking over my phone conversation. “Okay. So, how did she end up with him that night, if she was with y’all?”
“He pulled up at the after-hour. Because he was outside, wanting to get into something. They saw each other there. Now, anything outside of that has nothing to do with me,” Tarin explained.
“Okay. So, y’all was cool with her having that nigga parked outside of this house?”
“We told her that she was wild for that,” Asha responded.
“But she’s our girl and we’re gonna stick beside her,” Shilo chimed in.
“True,” everybody else agreed.
“Okay, well, let me ask y’all this.” He licked his lips. “Do y’all feel like she’s right to call herself breaking up with me over me merely being around another girl? Especially when she did the same thing?”
“I don’t know, Breeze,” Tarin spoke up. “It’s kinda not the same thing, but is, at the same time. Yeah, Summer was wrong, but we all know that she’s not into my cousin, for real. She let him pull up out of spite. But with you…youlikethat girl.”
“Which makes that completely different,” Asha added. “It’s giving that you realized that you aint done exploring your options.”
“Yep,” Renny co-signed. “And now, you’re being the typical fuck-nigga. Trying to hold onto her, when you know that you aint ready.”
“Nah, y’all got me wrong,” he argued. “Me looking at other girls twice got everything to do with Summer. She be placing doubt in my head, to the point that it’s so fucking frustrating. I can’t post her on social media. She’on want nobody at school knowing about us. And that shit is crazy to me. This girl was literally just pregnant with my child and I couldn’t talk tonobody about it. She was so worried about looking a certain way to our parents that she stuffed the situation down. Didn’t wanna talk about her miscarriage. But was so sad. It was frustrating, because she’s unnecessarily creating all these dumb ass rules—"
“Are you fucking serious?!” I fumed. “Just telling all my fucking business!”
“Oh, you'on like that, huh? Lil’ Ms. Perfect be out here living reckless. Fucking raw. Making babies at 18. Doing shit that her mama can’t brag about.”
Listening to him rant, the back of my neck was hot. “So, you wanna punish me, because I care about how I’m seen?”
“No.” He bucked his eyes, while leaning into my face. “I want you to get fucking real. The way that you hide so much makes me question the shit I do know.”
I rolled my eyes. “Boy, fuck you, and get the fuck outta my room.”
“Nah, I’m good, right here,” he stubbornly claimed.
“Ricky, I’m not fucking playing. Go back to your room, and call that bitch Ora. Tell her that she can have you.”
“You can’t just give me to a bitch. That aint how it work,” he argued, causing my girls to snicker.
“Well, you give yourself,” I countered. “I really don’t give a fuck.”
“So, you’on care?” He asked, appearing hurt.
