Phoebe
I walked out toward the yard looking for Xavier, but he was nowhere to be found.
I knew I was a little late meeting up with him, but Percy kept begging to see me, and I wanted to end it.
I pulled out my phone to call him, and he didn’t pick up.
I waited a few minutes to see if he would call me back, but he didn’t.
“Whatever,” I mumbled, annoyed.
I walked toward my car but chose to detour to his dorm instead.
There was no way he could dodge the fact that I was waiting for him and he failed to show or answer his phone.
I wandered through the campus, observing a few students hanging out randomly on the lawn.
As I neared Avery Hall, someone stopped me.
“You hang with them Zoo niggas or what?”
My lips curled up as I stared at the guy in front of me. “What are you talking about?”
He rubbed his hands together. “I saw you with that nigga Xavier. Come over to the blue side. It’s fun over here. I’m Papi, and you are?”
I rolled my eyes. “A girl who isn’t interested,” I hissed and walked off.
“It’s like that?” I heard him yell.
I threw up the middle finger as I jogged up the steps until I was inside. The hall was oddly quiet, making me feel like the loud one. When I reached his door, I knocked and waited for him to answer. It took a minute, but when the door opened, he stood there with basketball shorts on and no shirt.
“Hey. I tried calling you,” I said with a weak smile.
“I know. You didn’t show up.”
“Damn. I was late, but it wasn’t by—”
Then I saw Miss Toussaint behind him, sliding on a shirt.
He slowly glanced over his shoulder and back at me.
For the first time, I felt dumb. I knew I couldn’t get mad because I had my own thing going on, but deep inside, a piece of me broke.
I knew I made the decision to cut him off, but seeing him with her made me feel some type of way.
“I-I didn’t know you had company.”
“Something like that. I’ll get up with you, though.” He paused.
He hesitated as he slowly closed the door, leaving me standing there.
I wanted to kick it in, but what right did I have?
I rushed out of the building and back across campus to my car.
I hoped that by the time I got in he would have called.
I hoped that maybe he saw it in my eyes that I was upset, but he didn’t.
“Shit!” I mumbled.
I started my car and took off. What was happening to me?
No, I didn’t want to like Xavier, but the way my emotions were reacting said something different.
I knew the only way not to feel shit for him was to do the only thing I knew.
I drove until I found myself pulling into Hoodoo’s parking lot. I quickly got out and went inside.
The moment I walked in, I spotted him. There he was near the door with a girl on his lap. When he saw me, he tapped her leg, and she got up. Syior stood before coming over to me. His walk was smooth, his eyes evil, and his stature that of a street king.
“Sup, Phoebe? I thought you were too busy for a nigga?”
“I changed my mind.”
He now moved closer into my space. His finger stroked my cheek. “You know I don’t play those types of games.”
“Sy, please,” I mumbled.
He turned to look at his people, then back at me. “Come on,” he said before walking out the door.
PRESS PLAY
He led me to his car as he hit the alarm. We got in and took off. “How’s school?” he asked as his body leaned to one side while he took peeks at me.
“Same shit, different day.”
He pointed to the side of my head. “Oh yeah? How are you up there?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know, and I don’t want to talk about it, but you know this already.”
We’d stopped at a red light, and he shifted in his seat. “How long are you going to walk around not talking about it? Shit, if I wasn’t there, no telling what would’ve happened to you.”
I snapped. “You’re fucking right. Speaking of, why were you there? Huh? You just popped up out of nowhere.”
He dropped his head with a light chuckle. The light turned green, and he took off. “Yeah, yo ass need some dick ‘cause you tripping.”
He was avoiding the question, and it started to make me wonder. Syior drove until we reached his apartment. We got out, and he still hadn’t answered me.
“Sy, I asked you a question.”
Without any words, we stepped inside his place. Before I could utter a word, Sy took a handful of my hair, massaging my scalp.
“Mm,” a moan escaped me.
His lips landed on my forehead, then my nose. “Show a nigga all the shit I’ve taught you,” he whispered.
“Fuck you!”
He winked. “You’re about to.” He smiled.
Syior had this thing about him that I knew I needed to walk away from, but the very same thing kept me around. After pushing him back against the wall, I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands caressed my back before landing a slap against my ass that stung in the right way.
“Turn around,” he demanded.
I did just as he said. He moved me forward so I was bending over the back of the couch.
Sy rolled my dress above my waist. I could hear him fumbling with his pants, then the sound of the condom wrapper being opened.
The one thing I stood on was safe sex. It was bad enough that I had offered myself more than Syior, but I stayed protected with each of them, Xavier included.
He pushed my panties to the side and entered my center.
My body shot back and forth as Sy pressed my head forward.
“Your pussy never fails me. It stays wet,” he grunted.
My lip disappeared between my teeth while my hips rolled to match his pace. The deeper he went, the more my stomach caved.
“Fu-fuck,” I stuttered.
“Sy got what you need when you need it. Yo ass always gonna come running back. We need each other,” he said between breaths.
I hated to admit it, but he was right. I wanted so bad for him to be wrong.
I knew that with the way I moved, no guy would want me.
Syior was my first, and he also knew there were no restrictions when it came to him.
He was still able to do what he wanted, and somehow, I was still there.
I wanted to leave him alone; I did, but when others failed me, I knew he was the one person who would open his door to me.
He wrapped his hand around my neck as he bit into my back. Skin to skin, he was serving me some of the best hustler dick ever. He brought his lips to my ear, taking my earlobe into his mouth as my pussy sucked him up.
“Shit,” he grunted.
I leaned forward, poking my ass out, giving him a full view.
He gripped my hips and went crazy. The sound of his thighs smacking my ass cascaded through his apartment.
He reached around and played with my clit while he fucked me from the back.
My mouth opened, belting a moan that signaled I was cumming.
He stroked me a few more times before doing the same.
We cleaned up and left his place. While on the drive back, I turned to him. “Would you ever be in a relationship?” I asked.
He glanced at me. “What? Are you falling first?”
I gave him a weak smile. “Never. I was curious,” I said before focusing out of the window.
He rubbed my leg. “What we have is cool. I mean, I never thought about it. Besides, once you start off as a secret, how can you change that? Shit seems easy, but is it?”
I shrugged. That was the thing Syior had been preaching for years to the point that I didn’t think I could be in a relationship, but what if I could, just not with him?
That was when I thought about Xavier. For a moment, I thought I could move him from number three to something else, but seeing him and Apple let me know he was just like me.