“Straight… keeping busy.”
“I cannot believe my birthday is almost here… feels like this trip has taken forever to come.”
“Excited to shake ass with your girls?”
“A whole lot of ass.”
“Stop playing with me, Zoya.”
She broke out into a fit of giggles. “Why you so pressed? Remember, dick without complications.”
“Yeah, I’m hoping that dick put something up in you too.”
“Told you getting pregnant is the problem… I’m about to act up.”
I shook my head. “Yeah… ight, Ms. Lawyer.”
“Now why you calling me that?”
“Not bout to call you Boobie… you wanna be Ms. Lawyer, right? Matter fact, let me hit you back… I need to check in on shorty.”
“Gerald, don’t fucking play with me.”
“My dear, there’s a lot of shit that I do… playing is never one of them. You want this space, so I’m giving that to you. I already told you what it was before. Don’t think I won’t make that chest hurt.”
“I’ll call you back,” she abruptly ended the call, and I already knew she had an attitude because I was playing the same game she started.
After not sleeping much and then hanging at the bar, I dipped out once it started to fill up. I pulled my bike in front of my mom’s building at the same time I saw my cousin getting out a dark tinted whip.
The same whip she had got out that weekend I took Boobie to Ashbourne. She didn’t look like death and looked fixed up, which surprised the fuck out me. Even being dressed, I could tell she had either gotten high or was about to go get high from how she fidgeted across the street.
Damn girl damn near glitched across the street like Penelope from Wreck It Ralph. I remained on my bike waiting for her to pass by me. “Who that, Nez?”
She jumped. “Huh? Goo, what you doing spying on me?”
“Not spying. Came to check in on my mother before heading home… where you coming from?”
“I’m grown.”
“You were grown when that nigga spit in your face, no?”
Inez waved me off, not wanting to give me any information on where she was or who she had just been with. “Goo, leave me alone.”
I followed behind her into the house and could tell my mother wasn’t here. If she was home, I would have smelled hercooking in the hallway. Inez stayed between my mom’s house and my aunt’s house.
Whenever she didn’t want to hear my aunt’s mouth, she stayed over here, and whenever my moms got on her case, she went back to her mom’s house. Inez got away with so much shit because she was the only girl, and she was forever threatening that she would disappear and never return.
They were so scared that she would make good on her threat that they allowed this. Allowed her to walk around unhealed and addicted because she lost her son. The excuse was fucking tiring because how long were we supposed to allow this shit to fly?
“Oh, Goo… can I borrow some money?”
“You say borrow like you gonna give the shit back.” I checked the pots to make sure she didn’t leave me something behind.
Her social ass wanted to be riding around, and I was in here with empty pots.
“Since when I have to pay you back?”
“You grown… forgot?”
