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“Yo, Junior, what’s up, bruh,” Saint said when he stepped into the garage.
They locked hands for a shake and pulled each other in for a hug.
“Nothing much, man. Just surviving the game.”
“True true. What are you getting into these days?” Saint asked, pulling Junior’s attention from the bikes and giving him a reason to talk shit about the dirt he had been dealing in over the last few weeks.
I blocked it out, wanting to think only the best of my brother, and went to work on the bike in front of me.
Joker and Crow came in a short time later, and we ended up lounging on the old couches in the garage and passing a few blunts while we bullshitted the day away.
Junior was my only blood family, and I was happy he was back in Atlanta, but I hoped he would get his life together soon. He was getting older. We both were. It was time to settle shit down. We couldn’t live a crazy life forever.
Or could we?
By the time the garage cleared out, it was getting close to noon. My stomach growled with hunger, so I headed out for a burger with the guys. Once we were done, we split, and I headed home to get back to work.
As I rode through the city, my mind went back to Everly. I didn’t want to admit it, but she was on my mind a lot lately. I tried to stop thinking about her soft skin and large wounded eyes. I tried not to think about her long luscious hair that begged to be touched or her small hands and slender fingers and how badly I wanted to feel them all over my body.
It wasn’t working, though.
It didn’t matter what I was doing; she was there, taunting my brain. I couldn’t even ride my fucking bike without remembering the feel of her arms around me and the way she felt close to my back. My cock grew hard every time I thought about her thighs, holding me between her legs as she pushed her sweet pussy against me. God, I wanted to feel those thighs wrapped around me again. Except, this time, I wanted her wet and pressed against my font.
Fuck.
I needed to get laid. I hadn’t fucked in a bit, and jerking off only did so much. It was probably the reason I couldn’t stop thinking about Everly. I needed a warm wet pussy wrapped around my cock stat. Maybe then she wouldn’t be there teasing my brain all hours of the fucking day. Perhaps I just needed to fuck Everly out of my mind.
Picking up my phone, I sent a text to Carmen’s brother Jose asking for her number. I rarely ran a repeat on a woman, but the way I was thinking and feeling called for an emergency fuck. Once he sent it over, I texted her and told her to get her ass to my house. She showed up within twenty minutes.
19 Everly
WHEN ZADA TOLD MEher dad would never know I was staying there, she wasn’t lying. I was there for almost two weeks, sleeping in a sleeping bag on Zada’s bedroom floor before he even noticed me at the kitchen table eating a bowl of Ramen.
I left my house with just enough money in my pocket to buy a few cheap things from the grocery store, which meant I would be surviving on Ramen and water for a while.
“Who are you?” he asked, confused.
He was hungover and smelled like a Budweiser factory. His beard hadn’t been trimmed, and his shirt had what looked like a ketchup stain on the front. It was only the fourth time I had seen the man, and the first time he was sober.
“Everly. I’m Zada’s friend.”
Just then, Zada came bouncing into the kitchen. She was fluffing her newly dyed blue hair and humming.
“Dad, she’s staying here for a bit. I hope that’s cool.”
He shrugged, lighting a cigarette and lying back in his chair.
Zada rolled her eyes and tossed a bottle of water into her backpack.
“Ready?” she asked.
I nodded, tossing what was left of my breakfast of champions into the trash. I collected my backpack and followed her out the front door to her car.
It was chilly out, the Georgia weather giving us some relief from the humidity and heat. I pulled my jacket tighter and got into Zada’s car.
We stopped at Smiley’s, the gas station down the road from the neighborhood so that Zada could grab some rolling papers, and my eyes caught the hiring sign taped on the door. Getting a job was my number one goal, and working within walking distance of where I was living was almost too good to be true.
We didn’t have the time at that moment, but as soon as we came home from school, I was going to have Zada drop me off there. I needed a job if I wanted to survive and make it to twenty-one. Then I would get my inheritance, and hopefully, life would get better.
