Chapter 11 #2
“Where the fuck you at?” Faheem barked into the phone, catching me off guard.
“What the fuck wrong with you?” Frankee spoke into the phone before I had a chance to say anything.
“Frankee?” Faheem asked in a calmer voice.
“Duh,” she smartly said into the phone.
“Where y’all at?” he asked in a completely different tone.
“Why?” Frankee asked, cutting her eyes suspiciously at me.
“ ‘Cause I’m tryna see where Juniper is… What, it’s goin’ on two in the mornin’.”
“She grown, ain’t she? You grown, ain’t you?” Frankee looked up at me. I knew she was being messy, but I was here for it. Blame the margaritas, but I wanted to get under Faheem’s skin like he got under mine.
“Grown as fuck,” I answered sassily, holding back my snicker.
“Maannn… Juniper, don’t let my sister get you fucked up.” Faheem laughed a laugh that said he didn’t find me funny.
“What? Why you worried about what I got going on? Mixie must not be home,” I messily said, causing Frankee and I to bust out laughing.
“Aww, yeah. That’s cute. Y’all think shit sweet over here. Frankee, why you gassin’ her head up knowin’ how a nigga is.” Faheem might have chuckled while he spoke, but I knew he wasn’t laughing for real.
“I know how you are when you fucking with somebody, but you not fucking with Juniper like that, right? This is all fake ‘cause I wouldn’t have her come chill with us if y’all married forreal.” Frankee’s tone was suspicious, and her eyes were as well.
“I’m sayin’ though, who is us?” Faheem raised his voice as if he was getting mad, but I didn’t understand why.
“Huh?” Frankee quickly played stupid to avoid answering his question.
“Y’all hanging with some niggas, huh?”
“You trippin’, Faheem.” Frankee sounded uneasy, and it made me feel the same way. I felt like I just got caught cheating.
“Not yet, but I’m finna be.” Faheem hung up.
“What the hell was that all about?” I asked, looking down at my phone confused.
“Juniper, you can tell me the truth.”
“What you mean?” I looked at her, trying to make sense of what she meant.
“Don’t play stupid with me. My brother was sounding like he was feeling some typa way about you being out.”
I shrugged my shoulders because I was just as confused as she was about the way her brother was acting. “I don’t know what Faheem’s problem is. I swear it’s not like that with us.”
Yeah, we had our moment at his parents’ house, but that was a one time thing.
We’d been strictly platonic ever since then.
We’d watch movies, chill, and talk, but it wasn’t anything romantic.
We weren’t all lovey-dovey, sneaking around like Frankee was saying.
We were both in a situation we had to deal with.
Frankee gave me the yeah right look, but I was being honest.
“Come ‘ere, let me talk to you right quick,” Allen said as he and Derrick made their way back over to us. Allen grabbed Frankee’s hand, pulling her to her feet. “I need to show you something right quick.” Allen wrapped his arms around Frankee, pulling her towards the back.
“Bro wild, huh?” Derrick chuckled, taking his seat back next to me.
“Yeah, they both crazy.” I chuckled while taking a sip of my drink.
“I’m tryna see what’s up with you though,” Derrick said, scooting closer to me.
“Uh, wh-what you mean? I’m chilling.” Like I said before, Derrick wasn’t my type of nigga. Aside from his looks, he wasn’t it for me.
Derrick and Allen were flashy niggas. I wanted my niggas to be more low key with their shit. He could be the homie though.
“I’m sayin’, you know I’m diggin’ yo’ fine ass. You ain’t tryna fuck with ya boy.” Derrick smiled at me, showing off his diamond grills.
“You cool. I just have a lot of shit going on. I ain’t tryna drag you into my chaos.” I tried to let him down easily.
“Ain’t shit too big for me. I can handle everything you got going on. I ain’t no scary nigga.” Derrick placed his hand on my exposed thigh.
“A dead man can’t handle shit.” My body froze hearing Faheem’s bone-chilling voice coming from behind Derrick and I.
I jumped up so fast turning to see him with a gun to the back of Derrick’s head and fire dancing in his eyes.
“Faheem…Wh-what you doin’?” I didn’t want today to be the second time I saw someone lose their lives. With Faheem looking like he was a ticking time bomb, anything was liable to happen.
“The fuck I’m doin’? The fuck this nigga got his hand on your thigh?”
“Bruh, I ain’t know shorty had a nigga. I ain’t even from ‘round here.” Derrick sounded like he was tryna deescalate the situation, raising his arms up in surrender.
“Fuck a nigga, I’m her husband, bitch ass nigga. Where the fuck my sister?” Faheem barked, looking from Derrick to me, pressing his gun deeper into the back of his head.
Just as I was about to answer, Frankee came from the back with a fluffy robe on and Allen trailing behind her fixing his clothes. “FA! What are you doing?” Frankee came into the living room with wide eyes.
“A nigga ain’t did shit yet besides tryna understand why my wife out here entertainin’ other niggas while I’m waitin’ at home,” Faheem spat, mugging me. I could admit Faheem’s ass was convincing as hell with this little performance he was putting on.
“Be forreal, Faheem!” I snapped back at him. He was going too far with this shit. We weren’t together like that.
“So, we not married?” he asked me, giving me a deadly glare, daring me to say anything other than yes.
“Faheem…” Frankee called his name. “You been drinkin’?”
“Y’all niggas gotta bounce,” Faheem said fearlessly, looking from Allen to Derrick. He pushed Derrick forward with his gun making his head bop forward in a comedic way. I think Derrick thought he got shot with how limp his body went.
“That ain’t a problem,” Allen answered with both hands thrown up, to show he wasn’t on shit.
“Get the fuck up,” Faheem instructed Derrick who hurried to his feet. “I’ma walk y’all niggas out,” Faheem said, allowing Derrick and Allen to walk in front of him.
“You fucking that nigga, I don’t care what you say,” Frankee whisper-yelled at me.
“I’m not!” I mimicked her same voice.
“I know my bro-” Frankee stopped talking when Faheem walked back in the room.
“What the fuck y’all in here whispering about?” Faheem eyed the both of us.
“Y’all fuckin’,” Frankee answered plainly.
“We ain’t fucked yet, but when we do, you gon’ know.”
“I’ma pray for you.” Frankee looked at me. “If he acting like this and y’all haven’t fucked, you in trouble.” She chuckled while shaking her head.
“Shut yo hatin’ ass up. I should fuck you up. Got my wife out here trickin’ with you.”
“Never had to trick a day in my life. My daddy and brother give me whatever I want,” Frankee said, snaking her neck from side to side.
“As long as you know. Let me talk to you.” Faheem directed his attention to me.
“Talk,” I replied, not moving from my spot in the middle of the living room.
“Nah, out here,” Faheem said, walking out the living room, and I looked to Frankee who shooed me to follow him. Sighing, I slowly followed him.
He was out on Frankee’s balcony lighting a blunt once I found him.
Going out on the balcony, I watched him…
trying to understand Faheem. He was an anomaly; his mouth said one thing, then his actions said an entirely different thing.
I wasn’t trying to think into the stuff he was doing too deeply because he could just be a nigga that was possessive.
He wasn’t about to have me out here looking stupid like his bitch.
Folding my arms across my chest, I chuckled at the fact that we were both wearing all white. He had a white jogging suit on, fresh J’s, his jewelry shining brightly in the dark, hair freshly twisted and braided back. Faheem easily looked way better than Derrick with minimum effort.
“We finna stare at each other all night?” I asked, breaking the silence. “What made you get that?” I asked, pointing up to his throne tattoo on his forehead.
“Heavy is the head that wears the crown… but nah, when I was a young nigga, I wanted the crown so bad. Once I got the shit, I realized all the shit I had to sacrifice… the pain, blood, sweat, and tears that went into keepin’ the crown.
I understood it was a burden more than a blessing.
I got the thorn crown to symbolize my truth.
” Faheem shrugged with a far off expression.
I didn’t take Faheem as being a deep kind of man. I figured he’d be a surface level nigga, but I guess I had a lot more to learn about him.
“Mmm… I guess.” I shrugged, not wanting him to see that he’d impressed me with his explanation.
Faheem stared at me as he took a deep toke of his blunt, and he blew out a cloud of smoke. Slyly smirking at me, he asked, “Why you tryna play with a nigga?”
“How? I didn’t even do anything.”
“You left my house lookin’ good as fuck, with this little ass dress on.” Faheem slid a hand under my dress kneading the top of my thigh. “To go chill with another nigga when you could have asked me if you wanted to do somethin’ if you was bored.”
“What I look like asking another female’s nigga to come chill with me?” I giggled halfway ‘cause I was enjoying his hand rubbing my thigh.
Ashing his blunt out on the railing before flicking it over the balcony Faheem focused his attention back on me.
I was impressed to see him still using his hand that was in a cast. He leaned his back against the railing then pulled me over until I was standing between his legs, his hand holding me by my bare ass cheek.
“Why you ain’t got on panties?” Faheem frowned at me.
“I have on thongs.” I found myself resting my head on his chest.
“Ion like that shit. If you not with me, don’t come out like this no more,” Faheem demanded as if he had the right to tell me not to do anything.
“Why not?” I asked, deciding to play with fire tonight.
Faheem’s hand maneuvered under my dress moving my panties to the side, and he rubbed the outside of my pussy lips. “This my shit, and the only time she’s allowed out is when I’m around. Test a nigga if you want to, Juniper.”
“You got an entire girlfriend,” I softly moaned, enjoying his gentle touch.
“You worrying about the wrong shit. When we together, that’s all you need to worry about.” Faheem began to tease my clit with his fingers.
“Okay,” was all I was able to moan out. Faheem’s head dropped, taking my lips into his.
I let myself walk into the fire that was known as Faheem, knowing I’d end up with some scars, but maybe they’d be worth it.