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“Yup-yup; I feel you. Well, I’m free tonight. And you can have’a bitch all night,” I say wit’out thinkin’. I am startin’ to feel overwhelmed. I keep myself from cryin’. Aside from gettin’ my high school diploma, this is the first real major shit I’ve eva accomplished in my life. And it feels real good. No, scratch that. It feels fuckin’good!
“Cool-cool. That’s wassup. So what time you wanna link up?” I tell ’im ’round seven. “Oh, yeah…and don’t think I didn’t catch that last comment.”
“Uh, what was that?”
“That I can have you all night.”
“Yeah, muhfucka, to celebrate, not run up in my pussy.”
He laughs. “Aaah, there you go. Ain’t nobody say nuthin’ like that. You always thinkin’ the worst.”
“Yeah, whateva. So you sayin’ you ain’t on it for no pussy.”
“Nah, never that, ma.”
I laugh. “You’re such a fuckin’ liar.”
He laughs harder. “Nah, I ain’t on it like that.”
“Nigga, you know you want some more’a this pussy; stop frontin’.”
“Aiight, aiight; only if you tryna get it poppin’. Otherwise, nah…you cool peeps, Kat. I dig how you move. You a real thorough type chick; real talk. Any cat would be a fool not wantin’ you on his team.”
“Well, since you so full of compliments,” I tease, “I might give you a lil’ treat and let you eat my pussy. But I ain’t suckin’ ya dick and I ain’t makin’ no promises for anything else, muhfucka.”
He keeps laughin’. “Yo, Kat, you funny as hell. But I got you. So let me get ya address.” I hit ’im wit’ the info and directions, then ask ’im where he tryna take me. He tells me he’s gotta spot in the city he wants to try. Tells me to serve it up real classy.
I have anotha call comin’ in. It’s Chanel. I let the nigga know if he ain’t here at ’xactly seven, it’s a wrap. Let ’im know I don’t wait on no nigga, then click ova. “Hello.”
“What time you comin’ up to da hospital today?”
I decide to go through the rest of my
mail while I’m talkin’. There’s mostly a buncha bullshit solicitations and a few bills. I glance up at the wall clock. It’s ten a.m. “I need to be gettin’ my ass in gear soon. I gotta be back here by five.” I share my news wit’ ’er.
“Ohhmiigod, Kat, that’s great. I am so proud of you, boo. So now whatchu gonna do?”
I shrug as if she can see me. “I don’t know, yet. I guess at some point, I’ma have’ta go back to Cali for a minute to see what’s what.”
“Oh cool. Then Zaire can stay wit’ me while you tryna get shit poppin’ out there.”
I frown. What da fuck?! “Leavin’ Zaire wit’ you? No, da hell I’m not. When I go, he’s goin’, too.”
“Hol’ up, bitch…why you say it like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like, ‘bitch, I ain’t leavin’ my baby wit’ ya nasty, stank-ass.’”
I laugh. “Chanel, that’s not how I meant it. I’m sayin’…”
“Well, I don’t know what you sayin’. But I know how da fuck it sounded.” I can tell I done hurt ’er feelin’s. “Like a bitch ain’t shit. She good enough to be up at da hospital when ya trick-ass is whiskin’ all ova, but not good enough to take ’im when he gets outta da hospital. What kinda shit is that?”
Ohmiigaaawd, this lil’ nigga got bitches beefin’ ova ’im already. And da nigga ain’t even slingin’ dick, yet. “Girl, I’m sorry. You know that’s not how I meant it. It’s just that while he’s a baby I don’t wanna have’ta leave ’im alone wit’ anyone unless I really, really have’ta.”
She grunts. “Mmmph. You didn’t even want his ass; now all’a sudden you wanna be all protective ’n shit. Bitches kill me.”
I take a deep breath. “Look, bitch. I said that’s not how I meant it. I apologize for it comin’ out like that. If you wanna keep draggin’ da shit out, then…” I stop in midsentence when I get to a letter from Child Protective Services in New York.
