“True,” Renny and Asha co-signed in unison.
“Okay. Can you bring it to school in the morning?” Shilo requested.
“I sure can.” I nodded.
I know that it might’ve been weird that I would micromanage my friends, but they appreciated my efforts. They all knew how to set their ego aside, and allow me to guide them, when it came to their appearances. I think nobody complained because they saw the social benefits of following my directions. I hadn’t led them astray, yet.
“Anyway, Summer,” Tarin spoke up. “Where is my future husband?”
I rolled my eyes. “You just don’t quit, girl. You still don’t even have the boy’s number. So, I really wish that you’d stop trying to flirt. We don’t chase nobody. You’re gonna bring our stock value down, with this thirstiness.”
Everybody tittered, including Tarin. At this point, her pining after Breeze was a running joke. After she’d basically thrown herself out there, and he hadn’t taken the bait, she’d accepted that he wasn’t interested. And now, her interactions with him had been nothing but cordial. Still, she’d joke about him being her future man, amongst friends. A girl could always wish, I guess.
After now sharing a space with Breeze for a little over a month now, he was still somewhat a mystery to me. He was always on the go, so he didn’t linger around the house much. Even in the middle of the week, he’d often drive out to his mama’s house to kick it with his siblings. Then he played basketball and had a bunch of friends. So, he was always on the phone or headed out the door. And now, I saw why Tricky Ricky had never brought him over to get acquainted with us, prior to them moving in. Hell, even he probably had to get penciled in to spend time with his busy son.
“Summer, you gotta stop hating. You just didn’t notice how he walked past me in the hallway today. He didn’t even speak.But tomorrow, he’ll probably wave,” Tarin goofily joked. “We're making progress. The fuck.”
We all exploded with laughter, while I was shuffling through the living room.
“You play too much.” I snorted and laughed. “I gotta go eat,” I randomly grumbled, as my stomach growled. “I am starving.”
“Your mom cooked today?” Renny asked, as I moseyed into the kitchen.
“No. I grabbed some Popeyes—” I got out, before realizing that Breeze was in the kitchen. Shirtless. Jeans slightly hanging off his ass, revealing his Ethika boxers.
The greedy nigga was standing at the island, stuffing his face, biting the damn gristle of a chicken wing.Mydamn chicken wing.
“Hey. Are you eating the Popeyes wings that was left on the counter?” I quizzed.
He paused, before gradually nodding. “It’s for the house, aint it?”
Angrily, my lashes fluttered. “Why the hell would a six piece of ghost pepper, which is technically three damn pieces of whole wings, be for the whole damn house?”
“Well, shit.” He lifted the last wing, and bit into it. “My bad. I was hungry.”
I was so heated that the back of my neck grew hot. In all my years, I’d never had to deal with leaving my food in the kitchen, and then somebody eating it.
“Your bad?” I growled. “That was my fucking dinner. Now, what the hell am I supposed to eat?”
“I mean…it’s a bunch of food in the fridge—”
Hearing the exchange, my girls were all hooting with laughter.
“That nigga got some nerve,” Renny giggled.
“And he’s greedy as fuck,” Asha added.
Tossing my phone on the island, I was incensed. “I know one muthafuckin’ thing.” I loudly clapped my hands. “You better go hop in that raggedy ass car and go get me some food, before Popeyes closes!”
He nonchalantly sucked his teeth and shrugged. “I aint doing shit. Especially not after the way you just came at me.”
“Oh, you gone replace my food, you fucker,” I snarled.
He shook his head, before laughing. “You big girls is always doing the most over some food. Shit, looking at you, I know that I did you a favor. The last thing you needed was some fried chicken—”
Losing my composure, I leapt at him, tackling him down to the floor.
“You gone pay for my food, bitch!” I seethed, while bopping him across the head.
