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“Yo, ma,” I warn, turnin’ up into the Jersey Gardens mall. “Remember what I told you. Don’t get caught up. Let shit flow.”
“I think it might be a little too late for that,” she tells me, pausin’. “I already am.”
I hear myself sayin’, “Then ya dumb ass is a fool.” But instead I say, “Listen, don’t say I—”
She cuts me off. “I know, I know. But you can’t stop me from feeling how I feel.” I sigh, knowin’ how this is gonna go down. She’s gonna get way in over her head, then end up havin’ a muthafuckin’ emotional breakdown when I dismiss her ass. “I know you haven’t made me any promises, but I love you, so I’m willing to take the risk. And whatever happens happens.”
Bitch, you don’t even fuckin’ know me. I find a parkin’ space, pullin’ in. As I’m gettin’ out the car, Akina texts me: Where are you?
“How you know it’s love, and not infatuation?”
“Because I know the difference, and what I feel for you goes way beyond infatuation. Maybe I shouldn’t be telling you all this, but oh, well. I feel what I feel. And I know what’s in my heart for you. It’s love.”
“Then proceed wit’ caution,” I advise, makin’ my way toward the movie theater. “Listen, I gotta take care of sumthin’. I’ma hit you up tomorrow, aiight?” She says okay, then tells me to have a good night. “Yeah, you too, baby,” I say before disconnectin’ the call. I text Akina: I’m walkin’ in now.
When I walk up, Akina’s standin’ by the entrance wit’ her hand on her hip, lookin’ sexy as fuck in a black mohair sweater, a pair of black leggin’s and a bangin’-ass pair of black four-inch platform Gucci boots. I peep niggas tryna check for her—hard, but she’s iggin’ ’em. I grin. “Yo, what it do, pretty baby?”
She rolls her eyes, suckin’ her teeth. “Nigga, fuckin’ with you, we ’bout to miss the damn movie.”
I glance at my watch. The shit starts at seven-thirty. And it’s seven-thirty, now. What the fuck she spazzin’ ’bout when there’s gonna be fifteen minutes of fuckin’ previews? I shake my head, decidin’ to let the shit go. “Yo, you tryna lose ya teeth? What I tell you ’bout ya mouth.”
“Whatever,” she says, tryna stomp off. I watch her juicy ass shake and bounce.
I run up behind her, grab her by the arm, then pull her into me, givin’ her a tight hug. She tries to act like she ain’t beat, but she doesn’t pull away. “Yo, you ready to play wit’ these balls?” I ask, whisperin’ in her ear before lettin’ her go.
“Nope,” she says, pushin’ a movie ticket into my chest. “Play with ya own damn balls.”
I laugh, followin’ her. “Yeah, right.”
Four days later, Moms, Pops, and I were standin’ in line to vote. The energy out there was wild, word up! Old heads, young heads, families of all shapes, sizes and colors were in line eager to be a part of change. Now we’re glued in front of the TV watchin’ CNN, waitin’ to hear them announce Barack Obama as the next president of the United States. We’ve been waitin’ all day, and now the time has finally come. When the announcement is finally made, the three of us are standin’ in the middle of the livin’ room, huggin’ and shoutin’ and high-fivin’ each other. Moms starts wipin’ tears. It’s a beautiful moment watchin’ Obama come out wit’ his family, all holdin’ hands, once it’
s official. Even Pops gets tearyeyed. Aiight, aiight…I ain’t gonna front, I’m kinda emotional, too. I mean, damn…history’s been made and I was a part of it, feel me? Hell, I’m so amped that I wanna celebrate the moment by beatin’ up some pussy. I wanna slide deep up in it, then long stroke it ’til it skeets all over my dick. And that’s exactly what I plan on doin’—well, after I blaze a fat-ass blunt. I give Moms and Pops hugs and tell ’em, “I’m out.” It’s already close to midnight, and I wanna get this dick wet before it gets too late.
As I’m gettin’ in my ride, scrollin’ through my address book to see who I can hit up for a quick pump ’n dump, my cell starts goin’ off. It’s a number I’m not familiar wit’. “Yo?”
“Alley Cat?”
The voice sounds familiar, but I can’t figure out who the fuck it is. “Yeah, who’s this?” I ask, startin’ the engine. I light the rest of my blunt, then back outta the driveway, takin’ a deep puff.
“It’s Sherria.”
I frown. “Sherria?” Unfuckin’ believable! I haven’t fucked wit’ this broad in months. And the last time I heard from her is when she left that bullshit-ass message on my cell.
“Yeah.”
“Why you callin’?”
“I was hoping we could talk. I don’t like how things went down between us.”
“Bitch, what the fuck we need to talk ’bout? How I rammed this dick up in ya fat ass?” I hear myself snappin’. I sigh. “Yo, check this out. You were dismissed. There’s nuthin’ else to talk ’bout.”
“Dismissed, as you call it, without cause. I mean, damn…I thought things were going good between us. Then all of sudden, you just stop calling and returning my phone calls. I wanna know why?”
See, this is the shit I can’t get wit’. I told this ho months ago that I wasn’t beat to fuck wit’ no chick who is always tossin’ a damn bottle back. E’ery time we were together, this bitch had to have a bottle stuck down in her throat. I don’t mind a chick who gets her drink on, but gotdamn…e’ery damn time I’m wit’ you? That shit doesn’t work for me. I confronted her once ’bout it, and she said she was gonna try to not drink as much ’round me. And for a minute, she was aiight. But, then her ass started doin’ the same shit again. I’ma grown-ass man; I ain’t wastin’ time repeatin’ myself. I’ma tell ya ass one time. If you don’t take heed, then the shit’s on you. I’ma dis ya ass. “You drink too damn much. That’s why. And I got sick of it.”
“Well, how come you didn’t say something to me? I woulda cut back.”
I laugh. “So instead of drinkin’ seven days a week, you woulda cut back to what, six? Give me a break.What the fuck I look like sayin’ sumthin’ to you when I had already brought the shit to your attention from the jump? You musta banged ya damn head, if you think I’ma keep bringin’ shit to someone’s attention. I ain’t that dude.”
