Prelude
Dreka
“Ouuuuu, Xy!” Xy’s little sister, eleven-year-old Tavani, yelled as she bust into his room. “Ima tell Momma!”
We couldn’t do it yesterday because I was with my family all day, and by the time we got home, I was too tired to sneak out.
My parents knew Xyleek and I were dating, and they really liked him, so they didn’t mind us hanging out.
The problem was, I lied to my mom and told her that Xy’s mom was home today.
She was, in fact, at work, but I knew my mom wasn’t calling to verify the story. She believed anything I said.
“You ain’t gon’ tell Mom shit ‘cause you ain’t see shit!”
Vani pointed at me with the corner of her lip raised. “I see Drek, and I see she’s naked. I’m no rocket scientist, but I took sex ed last month, so I know when I see people having sex,” she looked past him and directly at me. “You’re pregnant now.”
Xy started laughing, making my heart flutter.
Anything Xyleek did made my heart flutter.
The man could fart, and I’d take the deepest whiff.
Yeah, that’s how in love with him I was.
We’d known each other since third grade, and with us living only a few houses apart, we regularly played together outside.
It wasn’t until we started middle school did Xy confess that he had feelings for me.
I had feelings for him too, so he asked me to be his girlfriend a year ago, and we had been dating ever since.
“You need to take sex ed again then because you ain’t learn a gahdamn thing,” he walked over to his dresser and opened the middle drawer. “How much?”
“Twenty,” Vani stuck her hand out with a grin.
Peeling two twenties from his bankroll, he moved back over to her and placed it in her hand. “Here. That should buy your silence forever. Now,” he unlocked his bedroom door and swung it open. “Get the fuck out, and next time, knock!”
Blowing raspberries at me and her brother, Vani switched out the room, and I finally started breathing again. He closed the door and locked it that time.
“Give her some more money later,” I encouraged him. “Xy, my parents would kill me if they knew I was here having sex.”
“They’ll never find out, baby, relax,” he kissed me, taking his shorts off and getting back into the bed with me. “How do you feel?”
I nodded with a smile. “A little sore but good.”
“I hurt you?” His eyebrows knitted together in deep concern.
The main thing I loved about Xy was how caring he was.
Some of my friends said he cared too much, but I didn’t see that as a problem.
Any girl would want a man who cared too much versus not at all.
I hated all that non-chalant shit. I liked my man very much chalant about me!
Xy cared how anything he did affected me, and he always sought my opinion with everything he did.
“No, you didn’t. You were very gentle, handsome,” I caressed his face. “I knew it was going to hurt a lil’ bit.”
“You want me to kiss it?”
I giggled at his freaky ass. “You want to kiss it, but no. Let’s just take a minute.”
“Anything you want, Angel,” he stretched his arm open, allowing me to snuggle against his bare chest.
Kissing his soft skin, I got comfortable in his embrace. “I love you, Xyleek.”
“I love you more, Rahdreka. I can’t wait to make you my wife, the mother of my kids, all of that. You’re my everything and as long as I got breath in my body, you’re mine. ‘Till death do us part.”
I pouted as the butterflies lit up my stomach. Little did my silly ass know, Xyleek meant exactly what the fuck he said.