TEN | BLAINE
KYRIE: Open the door!
The text message notification woke me from my sleep, but after seeing who it was I rolled my eyes and pushed my phone back under my pillow. After his hot and cold behavior, the past week I decided I needed to protect my heart and give him some space.
KYRIE: B
TWO MINUTES LATER...
KYRIE: I NEED YOU
I groaned and just as I opened the text thread to respond his named flashed across the screen.
“What do you want Kyrie?” I sighed.
“I want a bunch of shit. I need you.”
I rolled my eyes at his response. Typical, fuck nigga shit. When he wanted to fuck, he was texting and calling, but when I wanted it, it was missed calls and late texting back. I thought Kyrie was different, but he was proving me wrong at every turn.
“Open the door, I’m outside.” He told me.
“Why are you here? You can’t just pop up at my house whenever you feel like it, what if I wasn’t at home or if I had company?”
“I ain’t trying to argue on this phone, yo.” He dragged out.
“So, you rather argue in person?” I tossed back.
“Why you so difficult man?”
“If you want to see me then you need to call me in the daytime, I don’t want to be your fuck buddy anymore.” I pushed out.
“I ain’t trying to hear Fallen’s mouth about me knocking on this door waking her up, but you bout to piss me the fuck off.”
“You really think I give a?—”
KNOCK, KNOCK!!
“Stop fucking knocking stupid!” I hissed as I climbed out of bed and stomped to the front door to let him in. I snatched the door open and he walked in with a smirk on his face. I closed and locked the door and Kyrie smacked my ass hard as hell.
“Stop!” I pushed him.
He grabbed my hands and pulled me into him wrapping his arms around me. His hands rested on my ass as he leaned down and trapped me in a kiss while walking me back to my bedroom.
“I missed you.”
“Nigga, you drunk and high.” I pushed him away playfully as I closed my bedroom door.
I didn’t care that I could taste the alcohol and weed, I missed his sloppy, passionate kisses. Without Kyrie constantly touching and grabbing on me I felt lost, like I was his toy waiting for him to play with me.
“So? I still miss yo little ass.” He slapped my ass again.
This time I balled up my fist and threw a punch that landed in the middle of his hard abs that made him laugh out loud.
“That’s all you got? You better get yo weight up, before one of these bitches slide yo ass.” He grinned.
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes and sat down on my bed.
“Come here. Why you way over there?”
His big hand rested on my thigh, but I knocked it away.
“Move, we not having sex, I’m going to sleep.” I attempted to move from the bottom of the bed where we were sitting to the top, but he stopped me by grabbing my arm.
“Bring yo ass here.” He demanded pulling me into his lap easily.
I folded my arms over my chest defiantly as I sat sideways in his lap. I thought he wanted a relationship, but as soon as I gave in it felt like he disappeared. I couldn’t figure out what I did wrong and I refused to let him play me like the rest of the bitches he probably had in rotation.
“What’s yo problem?”
“You!” I exploded bumping him with my elbow. “What I do?”
“We’ll talk about it later.” I rolled my eyes attempting to scoot off his lap, but he stopped me again. This time he trapped me with a kiss and suddenly our clothes melted away and he was stuffed deep inside me and making promises I knew he wouldn’t keep.
When I woke up the next morning, I was pissed. Kyrie was gone leaving the trace of his scent buried deep in the sheets reminding me how stupid I was. I snatched the sheets off my bed and threw them in the washing machine before joining Fallen in the kitchen where she was making breakfast.
“Good morning to you too.” She eyed me. “Morning.” I frowned as I poured a cup of coffee. “Hm, what Kyrie do now?”
“Everything ain’t about Kyrie.” I rolled my eyes and took my cup into my bedroom to avoid having to talk to her.
I knew she wouldn’t judge me, but I wasn’t ready to talk about my stupidity.
In an effort to keep my thoughts off Kyrie I decided to donate some of my old clothes to Salvation Army.
While cleaning under my bed I found a small book bag full of money that I know I didn’t put there.
I rolled my eyes to the sky when I opened the bag and laid eyes on the cash tucked neatly inside the bag.
“What up beautiful?”
“Where did this book bag come from?” I ignored his greeting. “Let’s try this again, what’s up beautiful?” he repeated.
I didn’t respond because I was aggravated with his hot and cold bullshit. He wasn’t giving me the commitment I wanted, but he was hiding money here. I didn’t want or need him to take care of me.
“I don’t want you leaving shit here, especially without telling me.” I hissed. “My fault, I should have told you. It’s ten in there...it’s yours.”
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes.
“Whatever?” he repeated. “Damn, I give you money and you got an attitude, I don’t understand that shit. I thought females loved shit like that?”
“That’s the problem, you trying to please females instead of listening to what I’m telling you. I don’t want yo money, so stop leaving money over here, I can take care of myself.”
“Ain’t nobody say you couldn’t take care of yo self; I was just looking out cause I see you out here grinding, you working two jobs and you saving it. You ain’t out here spending money as fast as you can and I want to look out, that’s it.” He explained.
It took me a few seconds to reply, “I don’t need your help, Kyrie.” “What’s the difference between giving you money and buying you food?” “What? Why?—”
“Because you don’t say shit when I bring yo greedy ass Wendy’s or that nasty ass Chinese shit you love so fucking much. But I give you money to do whatever the fuck you want?—"
“But you didn’t give me money, you left me money like I was one of yo hoes. You didn’t hand me a bag full of blue faces and say, B, I got you.”
“B, I got you.” He caught me off guard.
“Whatever, Kyrie.” I rolled my eyes and hung up the phone.
KYRIE: You disrespectful AF! I got you though, I know how to fix yo fucked up ass attitude!
ME: You not fucking me no more, so you gon’ have to deal with my attitude with words. Or you can just leave me TF alone!
My heart pounded as I watched the bubbles appear on the screen and then stop randomly.
I didn’t really want him to leave me alone, my fingers typed the words faster than my brain could process what I was saying.
My thumb hovered over my phone for a second, but my pride refused to let me text him and apologize.
I didn’t have shit to apologize for, he was the one out of line, he was the one playing with my emotions.
At least that’s what I told myself, but the tension pulling at the pit of my stomach made me second guess myself.
Several Hours Later...
“Blaine? Is that you?” My head whipped around at the voice demanding my attention.
“Allen?”
“How are you?” he pulled me into a hug that lasted longer than I expected.
“I’m good. How are you?” I stepped out of the Cookout line to talk to Tremaine’s older brother.
“I’ve been better.” He admitted as he looked away.
Seeing him reminded me of Tremaine all over again. It had been a few months since I saw his face in my dreams and now standing in front of me with almost the same exact
face was Allen. Their facial expressions and body types were similar and standing less than two feet away from him only intensified the ache growing in my heart.
“What are you doing here?” I changed the subject.
“Just winging it, really. After Tank died I felt like I needed to be here.” He shrugged as he looked away from me.
“Everything good?” Fallen asked joining the conversation.
“Yea, Allen you remember my sister Fallen?” I introduced them.
“How could I forget a beautiful face like that?”
Fallen offered a smile and turned to me. “I’m going to go head and order.”
“Okay, I’m coming.”
“I don’t mean to hold you up.” Allen stepped back allowing me a place in line ahead of him.
“It’s no hold up, Allen. Here take my number so we can catch up. Maybe I can help show you around the city.” I offered.
“Yea, me and ma would love that. You know she still talks about you all the time.”
Tremaine and Allen’s mother hated my black ass. She didn’t really want me at the funeral, but Allen insisted that I be there. She didn’t let me ride in the family limo or sit alongside them at the church. It was a private ceremony with only his immediate family
and very few friends and I was seated among them and completely omitted from the obituary. It was my fault her youngest son died, if I hadn’t lured him to Atlanta, he would still be alive she insisted. Sometimes I felt like she was right.
“Oh, the whole family moved down?”
“Yea, most of us, but here give me your number and we can link up.” He smiled brightly.
After seeing Allen and exchanging numbers with him Fallen and I were back at our house eating our food in silence.
“You okay?” she probed.
“Seeing Allen kind of fucked me up. I just got to the point of not thinking about Tremaine all the time and then boom, I run into Allen. You know he brought up his punk ass mama.” I rolled my eyes.
“Fuck that old lady,” Fallen laughed. “For real, she lost her son and I get it, but you didn’t hold a gun to that man head, he tried to rob that man on his own.” She told me.
Tremaine and Allen were close, but I didn’t know if he knew the details of Tremaine’s death. It had been a year and I still had the diamonds he stole; I didn’t have any connections in the streets to sell them. Fallen’s phone vibrated on the bed, she picked it up and rolled her eyes.
“Hm, who is that?” I smirked knowing it was Jamar.
“You know who it is.”
“He still being an asshole?” I sat up checking my own phone, but soon realized I didn’t have any missed calls or text messages.
“You were right, I shouldn’t have slept with him.” She buried her face in a pillow.
“I told you.” I laughed.