FOUR | KYRIE
“Damn, you fucking me.” Quasia moaned as I stroked her.
“Throw it back then.” I told her as I leaned against the bathroom wall to let her fuck me.
We were at some Halloween party one of her friends was throwing and her tiny Flintstone’s costume had a nigga ready to bust so she had to come handle that for a nigga.
I wanted a quick nut, but Quasia’s loose walls were frustrating as fuck.
Fucking with Quasia used to be fun until she started fucking other niggas to get my attention, now her pussy felt like I won last prize in some shit.
I wanted Blaine’s wet, tight folds wrapped around me, but she was on bullshit and I was tired of chasing her ass.
“You not even hard no more!” she snapped pushing me away from her.
“Aye, watch them fucking claws!” I grabbed her by her wrist before I pushed her back. “And a nigga might be able to stay fucking hard if yo shit wasn’t wide as the fucking Mississippi river!” I told her.
“Fuck you Kyrie!” she screamed as she opened the door. “Been there, done that.” I yelled out behind her.
I walked out the bathroom and ran into my nigga Mase. “What up?” he asked dapping me up.
“Not shit, fuck you doing here?”
“Heard it was gon’ be some bitches here so here I am.” He said looking over the crowd.
“I feel you. Want a beer?” I asked him.
“You know it.”
The house party was packed with people moving all over the place with red cups in their hands or blunts in the air.
“Damn my fault.” I heard Mase say behind me.
I turned around to see Mase talking to some brown skin girl standing next to Blaine. She rolled her eyes the second she realized it was me.
“Damn, what the fuck I do to you?” I smirked.
“You’re a fucking stalker.” She said hitting my chest lightly.
I could tell by the look in her eyes she was drunk. Well, maybe not drunk, but she’d been drinking, and she was feeling herself. And looking better than any woman should, especially one that wouldn’t fuck with me.
“Don’t hit me unless you want me to hit you back.” I spoke against her ear.
“Y’all know each other?” her friend asked looking from her and then back to me.
“Yeah, this is the nigga I told you was stalking me. You know the one I said I was gon’ pepper spray if he kept fucking with me.”
“Shorty, I ain’t trying to hurt you, I swear.” I spoke honestly.
“Well, I’m her best friend Kourtney, but y’all can call me KoKo.” Her friend said flashing a smile my way.
“What up KoKo? Can we go somewhere and talk?” Mase asked her. “Sure, this my cousin’s house, come on.” She said leading him away. “Guess that just leaves us two.” I smirked.
She rolled her eyes and started dancing attempting to ignore me. I joined in dancing with her, I laughed seeing the surprised expression on her face when she saw that I could dance. Before I realized it, the party was thinning out and she was looking for her friend.
“You seen yo boy?” she asked with her phone still pressed to her ear.
“Bitch where you at?” she said once her friend answered the phone.
“Hey, um, I really hate to ask you this, but could you take me home? KoKo ran off with yo boy and she was my ride.” Blaine said to me.
“I got you.” I told her gripping her hand and walking with her out of the party. I helped her in my truck and headed to grab something to eat.
“How long you lived in Atlanta?” She asked as I drove.
“All my life.”
“It’s just you and Jamar?” she asked.
“Yeah, his dad was killed about a year ago.” I told her.
“So, you two are or aren’t real brothers?” she asked.
“I was a foster kid, they took me in.” I shrugged.
“Oh.”
She rested her hand on top of mine accidentally before she snatched it back and looked over at me.
“What happened right there?” she asked referring to the bruise from the IV I had during one of my many, hospital trips.
“Bad reaction to an IV.”
“Are we going to keep avoiding the giant elephant in the car or are you going to tell me how you think you know me?” She asked.
“I do know you.” I grinned.
“This shit ain’t funny. It’s creepy and weird and stalkerish and I need to know if I need to call the police on yo ass or not.”
“This shit really tripping you out, huh?” I asked with a slight laugh. She pulled on the door handle as I rolled to a stop at a stop light. “Fuck you doing?” I frowned.
“I’m about to get out and walk home.” She said sliding out the truck.
Her wrist outstretched as she got out of the truck giving access to see the tattoo on her wrist. It was her name with a pink crown hung crookedly over the “B”.
“You went through with getting the tattoo.” I said grabbing her wrist to see better.
“I told yo crazy ass about that stalker shit!” she yelled before cold liquid hit my face and eyes.
My hands instantly went up to my eyes to protect them and rub the pepper spray from the while my face felt like it was on fire. Eventually I poured a bottle of water over my face to cool it down, but nothing could cool down the anger I felt brewing inside me.
***
“Damn, yo face red as fuck.” Jamar clowned when I walked into his parent’s house.
Looking at myself in the mirror in the bathroom made me remember how I started fucking with Blaine in the first place.
I was fifteen years old and on bed rest for the tumor I had on my spine.
Most niggas spent their summer flirting with girls, selling dope and having fun.
I was stuck in a hospital unable to move more than a few inches in my bed.
I didn’t have any family left after my grandma died when I was nine.
She semi raised me after my daddy and younger sister died in an apartment fire, according to my grandma, my mama jumped ship after leaving me in the hospital when I was born.
I was alone day in and day out in the fucking hospital room.
I got bored, Facebook messenger had just really come out, so I started flirting online and one day I came across Blaine.
She was bad as hell, funny, and she had a cool as personality.
We messaged each other all day every day, I told her shit I hadn’t told anyone else and vice versa with her.
I didn’t want anybody to see me bald and losing my hair, so I always declined any video chats or offers to meet up early on.
Eventually, though I got better, and I wanted to see her, but it was her that always refused.
She’d send me pictures, but no videos or skype or anything like that.
We planned a meet up one day, but she never showed up and after that I just left our relationship online and Jamar forced me to fuck with other bitches.
And then I saw her that day, I felt like I was being pranked or some shit, but she really didn’t know who I was. Shit was crazy now cause she was saying she didn’t know shit about me, but it felt like I knew everything about her.
“Blaine sprayed me with pepper spray.” I replied.
“Oh, shit.” He laughed with the phone pressed to his face. “Tell Fallen I said fuck her too.”
“Don’t be mad at me cause you went about the shit the wrong way.” Fallen said through the speaker. “Somebody scammed both of y’all, but you know shit about her, that she doesn’t share easily, it’s creepy. Put yourself in her shoes.” She explained.
“Aight, yo.” I agreed.
A few weeks later I took Fallen’s advice and decided to come at Blaine a new way.
“Aye, Blaine you got a visitor.” Fallen grinned at me and winked before she disappeared to the other side of the store.
“Oh my god! Why are you here?” she asked with a sad face.
“I know you ain’t feeling me and after that last situation and in all honesty, I’m debating drop kicking yo ass myself.” I said rubbing the back of my neck.
“I wish you would, I got that pepper spray in the back.” She smirked.
“Yeah, aight.” I nodded biting my bottom lip as I eyed her wide hips.
She snapped her fingers and nodded her head towards the thick brown envelope in my hands.
“I don’t know why I’m even giving you this shit, but for whatever reason I wanted you to know I’m not just some fucking stalker or nothing like that.
This shit really happened, I’m not fucking crazy.
I hope after you read through it, you call me.
” I dropped the envelope on the counter and walked out of the store.
***
“How the fuck y’all niggas still short?” I asked Nick lowly.
His eyes darted across the room and then back to me quickly.
“Who you for looking to save you?” I asked stepping into his line of vision. “Kyr?—”
“Shhh, I gave you the chance to speak. The only thing I want to hear out your mouth is if I should put a quick bullet through your head or beat you unconscious first.” I told him as I stared at him from my seat.
“I swear to you, it was all there when I gave it to Jamar.” He said looking down. “Then what the fuck happened?” I snapped rising to my feet.
“Quasia, unloaded his car.” Ricky spoke up from behind Nick.
“Step up for a second Ricky.” I replied acknowledging him.
“Yes, sir?” he asked.
“Everybody, but Ricky clear the room.”
The room emptied slowly with everyone watching Ricky intently which only increased his nervousness as he stood in front of me.
“Ricky, how long you work for my dad?” I asked him.
“Since I was thirteen.” He spoke lowly.
“I’m not gon’ kill you, I want you to do me a favor from now on, you gon’ be responsible for picking up the money from each location.
You count my money before you leave, and you don’t leave until all my money is present and accounted for or my dope, one or the other. Do you understand?” I asked him.
“Yes sir.” He replied nodded his head quickly. “Aight.” I nodded letting him walk out the room.
***
“Damn, it smells good in here.” I spoke as I walked in the house.
“Hey.” Fallen spoke as she moved around the kitchen.
Jamar was laying on the couch in the living room wrapped up in a blanket like a burrito making me laugh at his ass.
“Damn, yo ass sick for real, got Fallen in here looking like the ghetto Rachel Ray or somebody.” I joked.
“Fuck you nigga, I hope yo ass catch it.” He replied.
“Nah, I’m cool.” I said with a smile.
“How my brother get you to come over here and baby him?” I asked Fallen as she put some soup in a bowl.
“We’re friends, this is what friends do.” She shrugged.
“I’m a popular nigga, but ain’t none of my friends ever made homemade chicken noodle soup for me.” I replied.
“Then you got the wrong friends.” She winked at me as she walked past me to sit beside Jamar on the couch.
I sat back and watched their exchange from the kitchen. This nigga was soaking all this shit up, letting her feed him and shit.
“Aye, Jamar you need Fallen to hold yo dick while you piss too?” I joked.
“You pay niggas today?” Jamar ignored my question.
“Yeah, we’ll talk later when you ain’t drugged up and half out yo damn head.” I cut him off.
This nigga was tripping talking in front of Fallen.
She was cool and shit, but I ain’t know her like that and she ain’t know me so I didn’t feel comfortable having her in my business.
It was good to see my brother happy again especially since he’d been fucked up after the death of his parents barely six months apart.
He was serious about Fallen, but she had a girlfriend and that shit confused me.
“You and Sam still together?” I asked her once she was done babying Jamar’s grown ass.
“Yeah.” She replied with a head nod.
“What you think gone happen when she figures out you been spending all yo free time with Jamar?” I asked her.
“I don’t think it’s any of your business?—”
“It’s all of my business, that’s my fucking brother, something happen to him, it happens to me. Are you just fucking with him or you serious?” I asked her.
She was silent for a second as she moved around the kitchen cleaning up.
“Jamar and I are friends; I’m learning him just like he’s learning me. For now, that’s all this is, we’re just friends.” She shrugged.
“Yeah, aight.” I nodded before I walked out the kitchen.