16. Ari
As I laid in my bed, thoughts of the events that happened hours ago played in my head.
I was still fucked up over Mike putting his hands on me like we were together.
I better not see his bitch ass. Times like this I wished that Ciera and I had a brother to protect us from the bullshit.
But we don’t, so I had us when it came to these streets.
Lord knows that Ciera wasn’t about that life.
Knock! Knock!
“Come in!”
“Ari!” Ciera came rushing over, pulling me into a hug. “Are you okay?” she asked worriedly.
“I’m good, sis. That shit was crazy, but I’m good.”
“What the fuck happened?” Ciera said, give me a once over.
“We were on the dance floor, and Mike came over putting his hands on me, and dragged me off the dance floor.”
“Who the fuck is Mike?” she questioned.
“He was a guy I was dating briefly from my school. We got into it, so I broke up with him, and the bitch was mad, but I got something for that ass. So, the other guy that I told you I got into it with a couple of days ago at my school, surprisingly, was in the club. He came to my rescue. He said that he owns the club and his name is Zelan.”
“Zelan? Zelan… I know that name from somewhere. Wait—I met him in the club. Juelz introduced us. He said they were brothers. Damn sis, he was fine as hell!”
“Yesss bitch, he is FINE as hell. So, anyway, he came to my rescue and fucked Mike up. When he finished, I jumped on Mike’s ass, but Mr. Fine ass grabbed me up, so I started hitting on his ass too.
I was wrong for that, I know. But that nigga was trying to handle me, and I was already on one.
So, he took me outside, and we were going back and forth, then gunshots rang out.
It became an all-out war. I was so freakin’ scared, but Zelan put me in the car and his homeboy grabbed up Toya, then they took us home.
I hope he’s okay, ‘cause something tells me that those shots were for him. But how did you know? Ohhhhh, I forgot you were with Mr. Fuck Me Right Now,” I said, laughing.
Ciera threw my pillow at me. “Hush, Ari. I’m still a virgin, thank you very much. I’m going to wash up and get some sleep. If Zelan brought you home, how did my car get here?” she asked.
“He had the car towed here,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
“Oh, okay.”
She walked out, closing my door behind her. As I put my head on my pillow, I saw my phone light up with a text.
917-555-1979: What’s up, sexy? You ok?
Me: who is this?
917-555-1979: Lock me in and you better know who this is.
I laughed because he was so damn bossy with his sexy ass. Doing as he asked, I locked his number in before replying back.
Me: LOL. Yes, I’m fine. Are you okay?
Zel: I’m always good, beautiful. Yo feisty ass got my damn back hurting. You gone pay for that shit.
Me: Sorry, not sorry. You can’t grab on a woman unexpectedly.
Zel: Yeah, okay. When you gone let me take you out?
Me: I don’t think that’s a good idea, my man wouldn’t like that.
Zel: I’m the only man you got, baby. Anything else, you might as well dead that shit! You let me kiss you, soooo we go together!
Me: CTHU! Whattttt?? That’s so kindergarten. We don’t go together. Not yet anyway. Call me tomorrow Mr. We Go Together lol
Zel: Have a nigga around you and see what happens! Later, my new girlfriend.
This nigga was certified crazy. I couldn’t help but laugh because that shit was funny and sexy as fuck.
The next morning, I woke up, and everyone still sleeping.
I’m not sure why the fuck I'm up so early and I just went to sleep from being on the phone with Zelan all night.
I walked into the kitchen, and my mom came in with her staking ass attitude.
It was too early for that shit, went back to my room and I had a text from Zelan.
Zel: Get dressed, I'm coming to scoop you.
Me: Why are you up at seven in the morning?
Zel: You got ten minutes.
I rushed to handle my hygeine, and to get dressed. walked back into the house and went straight to my room and shut the door. I was so heartbroken at the outcome of our family. My mom used to show us so much love, so for her to just turn on us like this, I couldn’t wrap my mind around that.
Looking at my phone, I saw I had a message from Zel. Who the hell this nigga think he is? I don’t know, but you better know that I’ma be ready when his fine ass got here.
Zel texted me that he was outside. I was rocking a pair of BEBE skinny jeans, a crop top, and some LV sandals on my feet. I walked out the house, not saying shit to nobody. When I got out to the car, this nigga got out, and I almost fainted.
He was rocking some Balmain jeans; a Balmain t-shirt and the muscles were out today. From his caramel skin to his hair that was faded with a curly coil top, the light brown eyes, and those suckable lips; I melted right there in the concrete.
“What’s up, baby?” he said, licking his lips and walking up to me.
“Hey.”
He kissed me on the cheek, and then the lips.
After opening the car door for me to slide in, he went around the car to get in as well.
I saw him hold his hand out the window, so I looked out the passenger mirror and noticed all the trucks pulling off with us.
This must’ve been the security that was with us last night.
“So, tell me about yourself, Ari?” he asked, glancing over at me.
“Well, I’m twenty-one, and I’m in school to become a registered nurse. I live with my mother; my father is deceased, and I have one sister. Oh… and I’m a virgin,” I responded, while looking at him with a smirk on my face. I knew he wasn’t expecting no shit like that.