Chapter 2
Donavan’s house was the typical rich kid pad.
It was custom built with a pool out back.
He was black…but was white internally. A Oreo like a mufucka.
He was a bit of a show-off and seemed eager to impress us, which was irritating.
He was lame, and buggin. So, the minute I saw the opportunity, I branched off on my own.
Eventually, I ended up poolside, grabbing a seat not too far from a gang of white chicks. They were extra friendly, obviously trying to flirt…but I didn’t play in the snow.
Nothing against them or nothing, but I just wasn’t mentally or physically attracted to them, but I could tell that some other niggas had been gassing them up, because they were eventually invading my personal space, goofily laughing, putting their flat, bikini covered asses in my face.
It wasn’t long before one of them attempted to spark up a conversation. She was tall, slender, blonde, with blue eyes. I suppose in her white world, she was the shit, as she moved confidently.
“Hey, I’ve never seen you around.” She placed a piece of hair behind her ear. “What’s your name?” She questioned, hovering over me, as her girls stood back snickering.
Saying nothing, I looked her up and down.
“His name is none of your business, Lidia.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Lil’ ugly approaching us.
“Oh, hey Jahreiah, girl.” Lidia responded, sounding as though she was mocking with a fake ghetto accent.
“I’m not your fucking girl,” Lil’ ugly asserted, as she sauntered around my chair. “Let’s start there. And secondly, take your thirsty ass back to the other end of the pool, where you started. You and your stringy haired friends.”
Saying nothing more, Lidia promptly, whirled around, whipping her pony tail in the process. Lil’ ugly twiddled her fingers, bidding her farewell.
“Toodles.”
Obediently, the white girls literally moved their chairs further down to the other end of the pool.
Shaking my head, I laughed. “Yo, you on your bully shit, shorty.”
She waved my assessment off. “Fuck them bitches. I know they hate my guts but I know how to fight. So, all the white girls learned early on not to argue with me. Cause I love snatching bitches by their thin, lice-laced hair.”
I lightly laughed, knowing that I respected her approach. Mufuckas will play on ya top if you let them. True story.
After glancing around, she spotted a chair and dragged it over, before dropping down into it.
I studied her, as she absently gazed at the illuminating pool. “Where is Jaylah, yo?” I eventually enquired.
She shrugged. “I left her in the house. Her best friend is here. So, she’s good.”
I nodded. “What about shorty you was talking to earlier? She’s here, right?”
“Yeah,” she admitted.
I furrowed a brow. “And you aint kicking it with her?”
“Nah.” She shook her head. “I hit a corner and ditched her.”
“Ditched her? What you do that for?”
“Cause. She kept asking to get hooked up,” she grumbled.
I laughed. “And that was so bad that you had to lose her?”
She sighed heavily, as her eyes traveled to mine. “So, you’re really gonna stay here in Houston? Or is this some type of trial run,” she questioned, finally dropping the act.
I smirked. “I’m a Houstonian now, shorty.”
She hooded her eyes. “Hmm. I don’t know if I believe you. We both know how you love New York.”
“Right. And its always gonna be a flight away.”
She lifted her chin apprehensively. “So, you’re enrolling in school out here?”
“Monday morning. Maybe we’ll have homeroom together.” I winked.
“Oh, wow.” She exhaled while running her fingers through her hair. “So, you finally did it, huh? I honestly thought that you was just talking.”
I tilted my head, while gazing at her. “So, I guess you was wrong. You should feel crazy, yo. Been doing all this tripping. Talking about you can’t do the long-distance thing—”
“I meant that, and it was nothing crazy about it, Sin. I’ve literally witnessed my brother and sister try it. It doesn’t work. And before I set myself up for failure, I’ll just let it go.” She shrugged. “I’m a realist.”
“A realist?” I snarled. “Nah, shorty, you pussy. Straight up.”
“Pussy?” She arched a brow.
“Yea. That’s what we call a scary mufucka. You scared of ya own feelings. So, you run.”
She sucked her teeth. “Run? Nigga, please—”
“You fucked somebody else?” I skipped right to the important shit. Fuck that.
Her lashes fluttered. “Huh?”
“Yo, you heard me.”
Exhaling, she rubbed the back of her neck. “No. I haven’t fucked anybody. Except you. Period.”
No lie, my heart skipped a beat. “True story?”
She gazed into my eyes, while lightly giggling. “True story.”
I silently nodded.
“So.” She tucked her lips into her mouth, causing those dimples to sink into her cheeks. “What made you decide to move here now, of all times?”
I gave her the side eye. “Look, stop trying to play me, yo. You know exactly what it is.”
“No, I actually don’t. So, tell me.” She insisted, wearing a serious expression.
“A’ight.” I nodded, while our eyes locked. “You was buggin. Not takin my calls. Acting like you aint mine. Swearing that I wasn’t gonna be in you again…So, I moved here for you, shorty. So we can stop all this playing.”
“Aww,” she cooed, as she leaned in with her arms wide open.
I smiled as she wrapped her arms around me. “Well, I guess that you aint a tack-head no more.”
“Right.” I chuckled while squeezing her back. “And I guess you aint lil’ ugly no more.”
Giggling, she buried her face in the crook of my neck. Hugging her tightly, I allowed the moment to settle in. After months of tension between us.
Since the beginning of coming to Houston to visit my pops, I’d been around Jahreiah. Then by the time we were thirteen, it was obvious that we had a thing for each other. So, we started texting on the low.
By the time we were fourteen…we flat out thought that we were in love. We was wildin. We were just doing shit, before fucking around and losing our virginity to each other. But no lie…we didn’t know what the fuck we were doing.
However, that all changed when we were around sixteen. By then, we thought we knew everything, and sex had become something different. It got better. On both ends. And then I started thinking about all the space and time she has when I’m back in New York. And vice versa on her end.
Of course, we were doing everything in secrecy, not wanting our parents to find out and begin closely monitoring our interactions.
So, with no interventions…our shit got intense.
I’m talking…I never experienced that level of jealousy.
I was always horny, and constantly worrying that she was fucking somebody else whenever I was back at home.
And then she goes through my phone one day, sees some texts from a few girls, and broke up with me. Then after I’d gone out of me way to show her that she had it wrong, she starts saying that a long-distance relationship wasn’t gonna work, anyway.
Initially, I tried to tough it out, but when I last came to Houston and she wouldn’t let me touch her…and wild thoughts started swirling around in my head…I decided that I was gonna fight for mine. So, I told my moms that I was ready to permanently stay with my pops. Now, there we were.
I was in Houston to stay, and Jahreiah was no longer gonna be able to use me being in NY as a cop out. I was on that ass now. True story.
***
Jahrein and Raven’s crib was massive and had been custom designed to accommodate their massive family. Although it was nine of them, they all had their own bedrooms. Therefore, with two of them now living outside of the home, I literally had my own room whenever I slept over.
We got back to the crib at about two in the morning, which I thought was lit.
Since Jahrae and JJ were legal, their moms and pops would extend the curfew for the rest of us, as long as we remained together.
I knew that we needed to take advantage of riding their coattails with the freedom, because I was sure that it wouldn’t be long before they’d abandon high school parties altogether and start hitting up the clubs, where we wouldn’t be able to go.
Overall, despite having a fight, my night had been good, and there were no second thoughts about my decision to move.
I was chilling in the guest room, after showering, clad in boxers and basketball shorts, laying in bed, shirtless, absently gazing up at the high ceiling.
I was replaying the night in my head, when the door crept open.
“Hey, you hungry?” Jahreiah questioned, as she tipped into the room with food in tow.
Lifting my head, I realized that she was now wearing an oversized football jersey and was carrying a Stanley cup, a plate with sandwiches and chips. Then there were some vanilla Oreos tucked underneath her arm.
I sat up. “You must’ve heard my stomach growling.”
“Nah. I just figured that you was gonna wait until the morning to raid the refrigerator. Not wanting to seem greedy.” She giggled, as she sat on the bed beside me.
Immediately, her sweet scent enticed my senses. I could tell that she’d just bathed, as she smelt like a mixture of fruits.
“Nah, I just didn’t feel like making nothing this late, cause Jahrae said that nobody cooked tonight.” I eyed the two croissant sandwiches on the plate. “But yo, what’s on the sandwiches?”
“Honey baked ham, bacon, Swiss cheese, American cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and onions.”
“Damn.” My mouth watered. “You made that?”
“Nope. The chef prepared a whole tray of these. My mama is gonna always have something specific for us to eat for dinner. Even when she doesn’t cook.”
“Oh, word,” I grumbled, as I grabbed a sandwich off the plate.
Gazing down, I grabbed a bag of the jalapeno honey barbecue Rap Snack potato chips. Then I wasted no time going in.
“Damn, yo. This shit is pressure,” I spoke between chews.
She nodded, while now chewing a piece of sandwich herself. “It is.”