“I know, but it still hurts. Shyann coulda picked any other nigga, but she chose mine.” Tasha could barely keep her anger in check as she punched the mattress. “She fuckin’ chose mine.”
“At least you beat that bitch ass though, sis.” They fell into a fit of laughter.
“Yeah! I tore her ass up. I mean, I tried to stomp a mud hole in that bitch. Like uh… uh… uh.” Tasha stated, kicking her foot on the bed.
“But on the real, Tasha. Give Jue another shot. And if he fuck up this time. I’ll find you another nigga my damn self.” She pondered with her index finger on her chin. “Although Kenji was a fine piece of meat. I may have to hit him back up.”
Tasha threw her pillow at her, laughing. “Shut up, Tiff. I’m probably the last person he would give another chance anyway.”
“Why? I thought y’all ended on a good note.”
“Shit, we did. Kinda. But, I called Kenji another man's name while I was about to cum.” Tasha hid her face as shame washed over her.
Tiffany snatched her hand down from covering her face. “You did what?”
“I called Kenji Jue in the middle of me cummin’. He got pissed and called it quits.”
Tiffany's right eyebrow shot up. “I bet he did. How you gonna call that man another nigga name? And in the middle of cumming too. Girl, you are a menace.”
Miracle came into the room just as they were talking. “Ma, what’s cumming?”
“Ah, if you don’t get your butt out of this room in grown folks' conversation, I know something. Go in there and get your brother so we can go.”
Tasha gave Tiffany a sidelong glance. “No, she didn’t ask you what’s cummin’.” Tasha burst out laughing. “That’s yo child.”
“Yeah, it is. You wanna ride with us since you already lied to Juelz about having to take care of something?”
Tasha got off the bed and started putting on her shoes. She decided since she wasn’t doing anything, that she might as well tag along.
An hour later, Tasha, Tiffany, Miracle, and Ant were at his last basketball game of the season. The gym was loud as hell, with guests and kids yelling and whistles blowing every other minute, along with sneakers squeaking across the court. Tasha sat halfway up the bleachers, one leg crossed over the other, as she watched Ant dribble the ball up and down the court. Tasha's phone had rang for the hundredth time, but she sent it to voicemail. Again.
“It’s like that, Tasha. You just gon’ keep ignorin’ a nigga like that.”
Tasha froze. Her eyes met with Juelz, who stood at the bottom of the bleachers with his cell phone in his hand. He made his way up to the bleachers to sit next to her with a frown on his face. “Whatchu doin’ here, Jue?” she asked, keeping her eyes on the court. “And how you even know I was here?”
He shrugged with a smirk on his face, looking at Miracle, smiling from ear to ear like she didn’t send the text. “A li’l birdy might’ve gave me a heads up.” He threw two fingers up at Tiffany. “Whaddup, Tiff?” Then his attention went back to Tasha. “You know Ant wanted me here anyway.” He nudged her arm lightly. “Stop being like that, girl.”
Tasha sucked her teeth, shifting away just a bit. “I told you I needed?—”
“Umm, hmmm… shut up!” Her words were cut short by Juelz grabbing her face and shoving his tongue down her throat. She didn’t resist; she just closed her eyes and let it happen. The kiss reminded her exactly why she couldn’t shake him. Then she pushed him back as reality hit.
“Stop! You so hard-headed and don’t listen.” She wiped her mouth with her thumb.
Juelz leaned back like it didn’t even phase him, eyes still on her. “I heard you,” he said calmly, tasting her lip gloss on his lip. “I’m just not goin’ for it. You already know how I’m comin’ about you.”
She stared at him for a moment, shaking her head. Out on the court, Ant crossed somebody up, and the crowd went crazy as the other player fell to the floor.
Juelz jumped up instantly, yelling. “THAT’S WHADD I’M ‘TALMBOUT! BREAK THEM ANKLES, NEPHEW! Yeah, boy."
Tasha pulled him back down on the bleacher by his shirt before he let the wrong thing slip out.
“Jueee, sit down. You embarrassing him.”
He glanced at her, smiling. “Aight, aight. I’m cool.” But he was still grinning.
A few seconds passed before he leaned closer again, lowering his voice. “Look, I ain’t come here to play witchu,” he said, licking his lips.
Tasha kept her eyes forward. “Then whatchu come for?”
