“Umm.” he moaned. That's when I had to pull away. He was catching another hard-on, and the sun wascoming up. I couldn't have him getting caught coming out of my room.
“You gotta go.” I whispered.
He climbed on top of me. “Just one more time.”
“Nooo, Jahrein. You know Ray-Ray goes to pee around this time.”
He sucked his teeth. “Alright.” he lifted off me. I watched him step into his boxers. “I'ma let your scary ass make it this time.” he pulled his Jordan basketball shorts up.
“Okay.” I giggled as he stood in my doorway. He looked so tempting, standing there with those bowlegs, shirtless. “Bye.” I waved as I hopped onto my bed. “Sleep tight.”
He stared at me as he grabbed his piece through his shorts. “Yeah, whatever. Sending a nigga to bed with blue balls.” he quickly leaned back, checking the hallways. I guess the coast was clear. He refocused on me. “That's why I'ma murder that pussy the minute they leave.” he said without a hint of laughter, before finally closing my door.
I had to shake my head, as I thought about our situation. Things were somewhat weird. He was no longer seeing the bitch Ciara. He broke up with her after the day he fought Dough Boy. I refused to have sex with him, while he was still with her. He dropped that bitch so fast that she probably had whiplash. I sat and listened to their entire conversation on the other phone, as she cried her little heart out. She was actually begging him. Then she got to asking him if it had anything to do with me. I wanted to interrupt their little conversation so damn bad.
“It’s that little bitch aint it? I know you’re fucking her.” Ciara shouted into the phone.
“Who are you talking about?”
“Your little stepsister!”
“What? Man, you tripping. This aint got shit to do with her.” Jahrein claimed, with a smile in his voice.
“Yes it do! I am not fuckin crazy! I saw how that little bitch was looking at you. And I saw how you was looking at her. You barely know her, but you was outside fighting over her like she’s your fuckingrealsister. When your mama’s last boyfriend’s kids came over your ass never gave two shits about them.”
“That’s different.”
“Nigga please! You fuckin that little girl. I’m not stupid.” Ciara blasted. “What is it? You like her because her hair is longer? Or is it because her ass is bigger? Tell me, Jahrein!”
“I just told you…I need some space.”
“Space? No, that in-house pussy is clouding your judgment. That’s what it is, but you just don’t know. That bitch aint nothing but a little freak. All the niggas be talking about how they fucked her.”
“What?” Jah sucked his teeth. “You aint heard shit like that.”
“How do you know? You defending the bitch?”
“Cause I fucking know, and why she gotta be a bitch? You gon just disrespect my people like that?”
“Yo’ people? That lil’ nasty hoe aint ya people!”
“Man…you gon make a nigga hurt your feelings. I’m trying to be nice.”
“Whatever. Why don’t you just admit it? You fucking her. You over there running up in that little girl. She probably sucking your dick right now.”
“What, you mad cause I won’t let you suck it?”
“Hell nah! I’ma save that for the little muskrat you got ova there.”
“Muskrat? Come on, man, be for real. She aint got you, Ciara? Look at yourself and then look at her. I’d be crazy to choose you. She can stand next to you and make you looklessthan shit.”
“FUCK YOU! I hope your dick fall off!”
“You know what, you pathetic, man. Just don’t call my phone no more.” Jahrein sighed, as he hung up the phone on her.
I was still on the line so I whispered, “Bitch.” Then I officially ended the call.
Other girls would call with the same cries. Jahrein must know voodoo, because everyone was crazy over him, including me. What I felt for him had to be love, as far as I understood it. He was a cool person, and together the dullest day was transformed into something special. We didn't have to have two cents between us and we wouldn’t care.
