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“Okay, make sure you do. We have to hang out again real soon.”
“We will,” Jasmine replied right before hanging up.
Jasmine hated Simone’s guts at that point. She didn’t see how Simone could be a real friend if she was always in competition with her and always trying to one-up her. She did the best she could to block Simone out of her mind. She didn’t want any negative energy flowing through her when Homicide came by to see her.
***
It was five thirty and Homicide hadn’t yet come by to see Jasmine, nor had he called her to tell her if he was still coming by. Jasmine was starting to th
ink that he was standing her up. She thought about texting him, but she didn’t want to come across as needy.
Jasmine had some time to just sit by herself, watch TV, and get things off her mind, so in many ways it was a blessing in disguise that Homicide hadn’t shown up.
Right at five-forty, the doorman called Jasmine and told her that she had a visitor named Homicide coming to see her. Jasmine almost pissed in her pants laughing at how disturbed the white doorman sounded.
“Okay, you can send him up,” Jasmine replied.
Three minutes later Homicide was ringing her doorbell.
Jasmine opened the door with a smile wearing a pair of dark blue biker shorts and a T-shirt that was cut short and exposed her stomach. She had on no shoes or socks, but her recent pedicure made her small feet look perfect.
“You actually told the doorman your name was Homicide?” Jasmine laughed.
“I don’t give a fuck about him. That’s my name.” Homicide handed Jasmine a white shopping bag. “I bought us some fish and brown rice.”
“Oh, thank you. And I’m starving too.”
Jasmine took the food to the kitchen and got two plates and forks.
“I ain’t think you was coming no more.”
“Yeah, I know. I was dealing with some shit, trying to get this bread.”
Jasmine looked at Homicide and smiled as she fixed the plates. He didn’t realize she was looking at him. “Can I get a hug or something?” she said, walking toward him.
Jasmine hugged him real tight and noticed he was wearing a nice-scented Muslim oil. But she could also feel the gun in his waistband. She made sure not to react to the feel of the gun, although she almost pulled away from him quickly.
“What scent is that? Kush?”
Homicide smiled. “Yeah. How you know that?”
“I got some culture.” Jasmine laughed. “You want me to warm up your food?”
He shook his head no, so Jasmine handed him his plate and warmed up her plate.
“So what you do today?” Homicide asked, about to put a forkful of food in his mouth.
“Nothing, other than trying not to get stressed the fuck out.”
“Stressed about what?”
Jasmine got her food out of the microwave and started to eat it. Then she explained that BJ had called her, and she told him what he had said.
“So you still fuckin’ with Nico or what? Break that shit down for me. Be straight up.”
Jasmine was silent.
“What the fuck you quiet for? Either yes or no.”
