17/Renee #2
I have to give it to my girl, the tears looked real. Okay, it’s time for my line. “Danny, it isn’t his fault. Blame me.”
“You right, I blame yo ass. What the hell you doing having my man eating yo stinky-ass pussy? You just couldn’t stand that fact he didn’t want you.” She was taking this shit a little too seriously.
“Slutty? If I’m not mistaken, he wants this, otherwise he wouldn’t have been sucking on my clit.”
Danielle lunged at me. She started swinging and yelling. A black bitch like me started swinging back and we were two clawing, catfighting fools. She dug her nails into the side of my neck. Hell nah! I swung with my fist but Calvin stepped in and I got him in the chin.
“Crazy bitch!” I screamed when I wiped away blood.
“No, you’re the one who’s ate up. Both y’all get the fuck outta here!” she screamed.
She didn’t have to tell me again. Calvin’s punk ass kept trying to reason with her but I reached for my shirt, slipped it over my head. It wasn’t until I was outside walking to my car that I realized I was wearing Calvin’s university police sweatshirt. I was too mad to go back inside.
What the hell was Danny’s problem? We were supposed to have been playing, but she took that shit to the next level. She got life fucked up, scratching me on the neck!
I pressed the remote unlocking my car. I was about to get in when a black Expedition pulled up to the end of the driveway.
Who the fuck is that? I paused, waiting for whoever was behind the wheel to either get out or roll down their windows and ask for directions.
Nothing. I dropped my hand to my hip and glared across the yard with attitude.
The windows were too dark for me to see who was behind the wheel.
Okay, you know what? I ain’t got time for games.
I moved down the drive and before I reached it, the Expedition pulled off down the road.
I didn’t have much time to wonder who that might have been when I heard loud shouting.
Danielle was going off. The last thing I wanted to see was Calvin’s face when he came out of the house.
He was probably trying to find his sweatshirt.
I climbed in and looked at my neck in the rearview mirror and got mad all over again. “Ain’t that a bitch!” This was her idea, not mine. So how the hell she gonna get mad? I pulled out the driveway and headed home.
My neck stung, and with each feeling of pain I wanted to turn back around and knock Danielle out.
Okay, maybe I was wrong for having her man going downtown, but hell, she didn’t want his ass, and honestly I should be compensated for my time and energy so I got a little licky-lick, but instead of thanking me, her ass wants to be mad.
What-the-fuck-ever.
I didn’t want to get involved in the first damn place.
I was so mad, I made a right at the next comer and headed toward Landon’s apartment to see if his Tahoe was in the driveway. Of course, that mothafucka wasn’t home, but as I rode past I spotted Leslie’s fat ass coming out the door to his building.
I blew my horn, then pulled up to the end of the driveway and lowered my window.
“Tell your pissy-ass man to call me!” Before she could say a word, I peeled away.
Despite everything, I tossed my head back and started laughing as I rode down the road and headed home.
I know I pissed her the fuck off. A pissed-off woman and a pissy-ass man.
Damn, they made an amazing couple. I had to chuckle at that one.
I pulled into my subdivision and spotted our friendly neighborhood bag lady standing in front of her mailbox. I didn’t dare look in her direction because I was not in the mood for her begging and me feeling sorry for her ass.
I zoomed past and pulled in the driveway just as Quinton and some girl came out the front door.
Hell nah! Call it Mother’s instinct, but I hadn’t met the girl and already didn’t like her.
She was dark chocolate and thick and had a ghetto hairdo with enough edge control to hold it in place for the next six months.
Quinton looked over at me and I gave him the look. I could tell by the expression on his face he was shocked to see me come home so soon. Good for his ass! ’Cause he knows he’s not allowed to have company, especially not a girl, when I’m not at home.
“Hey, Mom.” He walked around the car and kissed me on the cheek. He was trying to lay on the charm so I wouldn’t embarrass his ass in front of his girl.
“Hello, and who is this?” I looked over at the girl standing near his car looking at me like I was trying to push up on her man or something.
“Mom, this is Alicia.”
“Hey, whassup?” she asked, smacking on gum. She had long acrylic nails and three gold caps in her mouth.
I gave her a blue light special smile, then turned to my son and pursed my lips. “Where you off to?”
“I’m going to take her home and go over to my boy’s house.”
He knew I wanted to knock his slick ass out but I would deal with him later. I gave him a long look then moved into the house. I went straight down the hall to his room to check his bed. Uh-huh! Just like I expected. A big wet spot.