“Okay!” Raven shouted, as she stood upright, and spun around to face me. “Now, that’s a muthafuckin’ deejay!”
“I’m whispering words over your shoulder. Umm, can you hear? Before you reply, the temperature rises. Then like that, you disappear. I never imagined I’d get so excited…over a rendezvous. I’ll be there in an hour. Still wet from the shower. I just go to telling you…”
“It’s on tonight. The feel is right. We don’t have to go nowhere,” Raven sang, while gazing up at me.
Wanting to play it cool, I smiled and licked my lips.
“Jahrein, tell me what’s on tonight,” she crooned cutely, while grabbing my hands.
Her dimples were anchored into her cheeks, as her smile lit up the room.
“Yeah,” TP leaned over, speaking into my ear. Funnily, as the party rocked around us, he’d never ventured off too far. “You gotta marry her lil’ ass. No bullshit, nigga.”
I nodded, while my eyes were still trained on Raven.
“Quit acting all hard,” she teased, as she gripped my chin.
“Aint nobody acting,” I claimed, before craning my neck to kiss her lips.
She hooked her arms around my neck, as I gripped her ass with both hands. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that all eyes were on us. That’s when she buried her face in my chest, while goofily giggling.
For a moment, I stood there, while this warm feeling crept up my spine. Raven would always make me have this euphoric feeling that I was addicted to. And then I lifted my head, and noticed all those niggas gawking at her backside. Several of them were my so-called homeboys that I ran with on a daily basis. The fucked-up part about it, was that I knew that if Raven was willing, then they’d all shit on our friendship to fuck with her. And that’s where the problem lied.
The feelings that Raven gave felt good…but it also made me fearful. In ways that I couldn’t quite explain. So, I kept her closer than close, making sure that those niggas never had a chance.
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“I need a blunt,” I mumbled, as I was back behind the wheel of the Cutlass.
Without saying a word, Raven went into the glove compartment, grabbed a bag of weed, a small knife, a Swisher-Sweet, and a random cardboard flyer. Using the flyer, she broke down the weed, before rolling up.
Now sitting in the backseat, TP chuckled. “Youngster, you know how to roll up, huh?”
“Yep.” Raven licked the blunt to seal the weed in the swisher.
I pulled away from the curb, officially leaving Tutu’s party. It was now one in the morning, and muthafuckas were still going hard.
“I was gonna tell you to go pick the baby up, but I’ma leave him with your granny til the morning,” Raven mentioned, before firing up the blunt.
She hit the blunt a couple of times, before placing it between my lips.
“You sure?” I cut my eyes at her. “You know that Ion really like for him to sleep away from home like that.”
She pursed her lips. “Boy, it’s already in the middle of the night. He’ll be alright for a few more hours. I wanna swing by Cornbread’s.”
I shook my head, as she referenced a late-night spot on the southwest side. “You stay bopping.”
“Nah, aint no bopping. I’m with you, and I’m not ready for the night to end.” She grabbed my hand.
“Well, shit, I’m riding too,” TP immediately spoke up.
I nodded. “Bet.”
About twenty minutest later, we pulled up to Cornbread’s parking lot, and that bitch was jumping.
As soon as I found a parking spot, Raven was the first to hop out of the car. Me and TP followed suit. Knowingthat Raven wasn’t old enough to get in the club, we had no plans of going in. We were just there to parking lot pimp, and shoot the shit.
Eventually, I sat on the hood of my car, and she posted up between my legs. It wasn’t long before we were surrounded by familiar faces.
