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My #FlashFiction story: 21 ~ Part FIVE. THE FINALE #shortstory

To keep my creative, writing juices flowing, I’m choosing to partake in something called “Flash Fiction” writing. According to what I’ve read, it’s been around for many years. Essentially, it’s a short, short story under 2,000 words. However, I’ve also read that that number is fluid. So, anyhoo, together, my story surpasses that 2,000 word limit, but I’m breaking them into pieces to mimic excerpts/sneak peeks. I will not be doing any heavy editing. This is basically for FUN. But I’d still love for you to leave feedback.

Thanks and enjoy!!!

Read PART ONE TWO and THREE and FOUR!

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PART FIVE. THE FINALE.

“You betta be glad you got a headache or it’d be going…DOWN!” Brian joked. “I’m about to go in the living room and catch up on some Walking Dead. I’ll keep checking on ya.” He went to exit the room.

“Wait!” I downed the pills with a swig of water and sat the glass on the nightstand. “I don’t want you to go.” The words flowed too fast for me to renege.

He walked over to my side of the bed.

“What’s up Miko?” He said in a soft and sexy tone.

I lightly tugged at the hem of his briefs, gesturing for him to lay his body on mine. On my way back, he placed both hands on my waist. And, what sparked the beginning of a bizarre set of happenings, he jerked my body violently. When I went to swat the back of his head, my hand went right through, forming a cloud of dust particles, as if he were a hologram. What the hell is going on? I raised my hands in front of my face and saw straight to the other side of the room; they were transparent.

“Timiko! Timiko!” I felt Brian’s breath on my ear.

I sat straight up as if controlled by a puppet master.

“My bad. Didn’t mean to scare you.” Brian rubbed my thigh.

I squeezed my eyes shut then opened them. I did this a few times until I got my barrens.

“You ready for tonight?”

I sat there, not uttering a word. I looked over at my closet at the mango-colored mini-skirt and nude cami I hung just outside the door the day before, in preparation for tonight’s event.

“It seemed so real.” I mumbled.

“What you say?” Brian inquired.

“Nothing.” I shook my head.

“What day is it?”

“Girl, you was getting yo sleep on, huh? It’s Friday; my 21st birthday. We about to get it in so I hope you’re ready.” Before he walked out the room he said, “I’ll go make us a drink while you take a shower. Let’s go Miko.” He clapped his hands.

I replayed the vivid details over again and smiled to myself. Just when I got to the “good” part where he was about to touch my body, he re-entered the room.

“Really Miko? I thought you were hyped about tonight. You said you’d be ready by now.”

I took the small glass of Loopy Three Olives mixed with Everfresh Lime Juice and placed it on the nightstand. I smiled.

“What?” He asked with curiosity and excitement.

 “Boy oh boy. Let me tell you about my dream.”

My #FlashFiction story: 21 ~ Part FOUR #shortstory

To keep my creative, writing juices flowing, I’m choosing to partake in something called “Flash Fiction” writing. According to what I’ve read, it’s been around for many years. Essentially, it’s a short, short story under 2,000 words. However, I’ve also read that that number is fluid. So, anyhoo, together, my story surpasses that 2,000 word limit, but I’m breaking them into pieces to mimic excerpts/sneak peeks. I will not be doing any heavy editing. This is basically for FUN. But I’d still love for you to leave feedback.

Thanks and enjoy!!!

Read PART ONE TWO and THREE.

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PART FOUR

Still feeling the effects from last night, I reluctantly rolled over to answer the phone on my nightstand.

“Rise and shine, beautiful.” Brian’s too damn chipper voice pierced my barely wake ears.

“Yeah. Yeah. What time is it?” I squinted to make out the bright red digits on the clock but couldn’t get them into focus.

“A little after eight. Are you ready?”

He don’t forget shit. Then again, we are talking about sex here. “Um…can I please sleep for just a few more hours?”

“Eh…let me think about it? No.”

“Ok, how much time do I have?”

“I can be there in like, five minutes.”

“Five minutes!”

“Make that seconds. Being that I was soooo drunk last night and didn’t have any clue what I was talking about. Turns out, I wasn’t the drunk one after all.”

“B, it is too early for all that. What are you talking about?” I sat up and the room started spinning. “Ouch!” I clutched my forehead.

“Headache?” Brian sounded as if he was getting a kick out of this.

“Hold on.” I swore I heard something coming from the living room. “Shit, B. I think I heard something in the living room.”

“Are you sure? You might still be drunk from last night.”

“Now is not the time, B. Stop playing. What should I do?”

“Hold tight. I’ll be there…” Just then, Brian walked through my bedroom door. “Good morning.”

I was happy to know I wasn’t getting robbed, but I did have plenty of questions. He knew I needed answers, so he laid it all out.

“Did we…you know?”

“Hell naw. Now, that’s some shit you would’ve remembered.” Brian boasted. “The tables were turned. I had to drive you home.”

“But, I didn’t even have that much to drink, just that Amaretto Sour and those two shots that you begged me to have with you.”

“Oh, so I begged you?” He laughed. “Girl, make that five or six shots. You were feeling yourself.”

“Six shots?!?! Wow. Why didn’t you stop me?”

“Because you were in good hands. By then, I had stopped drinking.”

“What about Tiny?”

“Her and Jeff left together.”

“That’s my girl.” I still had my hand on my forehead.

“Here. Take these.” Brian gave me two Excedrin 800’s and a glass of water. “These should make you feel better.”

He was such a gentleman. Even with my head throbbing, I couldn’t help but notice how sexy he looked in his boxer briefs and perfectly fitted beater. Not the typical kind, the ones like 50 Cent wears. He must’ve stayed the night. I wanted my headache to hurry the hell up and subside because it wasn’t the only thing pounding. I made the decision to no longer fight it and to just give in to temptation.

TO BE CONTINUED…

My #FlashFiction story: 21 ~ Part THREE #shortstory

To keep my creative, writing juices flowing, I’m choosing to partake in something called “Flash Fiction” writing. According to what I’ve read, it’s been around for many years. Essentially, it’s a short, short story under 2,000 words. However, I’ve also read that that number is fluid. So, anyhoo, together, my story surpasses that 2,000 word limit, but I’m breaking them into pieces to mimic excerpts/sneak peeks. I will not be doing any heavy editing. This is basically for FUN. But I’d still love for you to leave feedback.

Thanks and enjoy!!!

Read PART ONE and TWO.

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PART THREE

The DJ was playing some jams, but it was still early. People were filtering in slowly. He played a couple of hustle songs and nobody bothered to get up. Hustles only work when there’s a crowd of folks. By midnight, the floor will be packed with nothing but single ladies dancing to choreographed routines. Brian isn’t much of a dancer, but I’m planning on dragging him on the floor a few times.

“Thanks.” I immediately sipped through the tiny straw so that I could get my night started. “You got another drink?”

“Just a shot.” Brian tilted his head back and let the liquid courage burn his throat. “Ahhhh!”

“Alright now. Don’t be asking me to drive you home.” I shook my head.

“When’s the last time you had to do that?” Brian looked at me with those puppy dog eyes.

I couldn’t even remember when the last time was. But the point is, it happened. And it’s no fun dragging a big ass dude like Brian. Good thing Jeff was there, or else he would’ve been sleeping on his porch ‘til the next day.

“Let’s dance.”  Brian took my hand and led the way before I got a chance to respond. “A’int this yo boy?”

“You know it!” Maxwell’s Fortunate filled the room.

I crisscrossed my arms around his neck. He placed his around my waist. We two-stepped…back and forth… around and round, like we were at an 8th grade dance.

“You know, I’m glad you came right?” He softly shouted in my ear.

“Yup.  You knew I was gon’ come. You my boy.”

I was buzzed, but not nearly where I wanted to be. So, I knew I wasn’t imagining things when I felt Brian’s grip get tighter, bringing me in even closer to his toned body. I like this. He glided his hands up and down my back and used the tip of his nose to trace the outline of my neck.

“Damn you smell good. You always smell good though.”

“Thanks, B. And, you’re drunk.”

He looked down at me.

“No I’m not…yes, I am, just a little…but that don’t mean nothing. You do smell damn good.”

“Be back. I have to use the bathroom.” The DJ went from a slow song to a club one. People flocked to the floor like ants at a picnic.

As usual, the line was ridiculously long and only one stall was working. I always say that the next time there’s a line, I’m going to use the men’s bathroom…but I never do. Moments later, I exited and damn near ran over an innocent bystander leaning against the wall.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I said as I quickly looked up and stopped toying with my clothes to make sure everything was intact. “Wh…Why are you standing there?”

“I was waiting for you.” Brian gazed at me.

The electricity was firing through our bodies that night. I’m not completely sure what was so different about this particular night, but there was definitely something.

“Aw. That’s so sweet. Ok, let’s go.” I attempted to pass Brian, but he took my hand and interlaced it with his.

“Stop fighting it, Miko. Come home with me?”

The intoxicated face I had witnessed minutes ago was gone. He was dead serious.

“Stop fighting what?” I played it off. “Let’s get back. I’m hungry.” I rubbed my not-so-hungry belly.

“Come home with me.”

I opened my mouth to speak and was greeted with the warmth of his tongue. He pecked and licked my bottom lip…then the top. He definitely had my full attention. My damp panties could attest to that. He had gotten some much needed practice because the one time we kissed in high school was a disaster. He lapped my face like a puppy who missed its owner. When we were done, my face was sticky and tight, and smelled like spit. Then, I told him that’s why it was best we remain best friends. I was not about to have a man who didn’t know how to kiss, especially since it was my specialty. Nor was I interested in teaching him. My philosophy: If a man knows how to dance and kiss, he knows how to work it in the bedroom.

“B, come on. We’ve been through this. We are friends. Period.  Plus, for the last time, you’re drunk.”

He held my chin firmly. “Tell me you didn’t feel nothing just now.”

I didn’t wanna lie to him. “I’m not saying that, but…”

“But…what’s the problem? I know you feeling me like I’m feeling you tonight. So, why not? We’re adults. We’re grown…”

He pecked my forehead, my nose, and the corners of my mouth, sensually. Ooh it feels so good.

“And then what, Brian? I go home with you and then what?”

“We satisfy our curiosity.”

I won’t lie and say that I never thought about having sex with him. I mean, he’s a fine brother and all, but I always looked at him as just a friend. Over the years, he’s has grown into his looks. Now, he’s finer than he’s ever been.

“I don’t wanna ruin our friendship, B. Don’t you like being friends?” I pouted.

“Of course I do.” He kissed my pouted lips. “But I can’t resist it anymore.”

I stood there for what seemed like an eternity, pondering. Fuck it. He’s right.

“Okay.”

“Stop bullshittin’.” He grinned.

“I’m serious, but under one condition, nope, two conditions.”

“I’m listening…”

“First thing, when you wake up in the morning and remember this conversation and still feel like you want us to sleep together, then I’ll come over. Once you’re sober.”

“Really? I can’t believe this. You know I want you…been wanting you.”

“Second thing, If we like it, we have to promise not to do it again.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Don’t you mean if we don’t like it?”

“No. I mean what I said. If we keep going back for more, we’ll really mess up our friendship, and I don’t want that.”

“Me neither…so, does that mean you’re not coming home with me tonight?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

My #FlashFiction story: 21 ~ Part TWO #shortstory

To keep my creative, writing juices flowing, I’m choosing to partake in something called “Flash Fiction” writing. According to what I’ve read, it’s been around for many years. Essentially, it’s a short, short story under 2,000 words. However, I’ve also read that that number is fluid. So, anyhoo, together, my story surpasses that 2,000 word limit, but I’m breaking them into pieces to mimic excerpts/sneak peeks. I will not be doing any heavy editing. This is basically for FUN. But I’d still love for you to leave feedback.

Thanks and enjoy!!!

Read PART ONE

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PART TWO

“Do you.” I whispered right back at Tiny.

It was still early. Early for the club that is. Since it was Brian’s big day, he demanded that I be there in enough time to sit with him in the V.I.P. booth. Sure he had plenty of boys that would be in there with him, but I was his best “girl” friend. He wouldn’t have had it any other way.

The three of us walked up the three short stairs and into the secluded section that was slightly elevated from the rest of the club.  Before my pumps graced that last step, I heard a very familiar voice over the up-tempo music.

“There go my baby.” Brian pushed through the crowd of family and friends and straight in my direction. “You looking good, Timiko.”

I’ve known this brother since we were eleven years old, and have seen him dressed up many of times. But the way he looked tonight, today, on his 21st birthday took my breath away. My thick-in-the-right-places frame was quickly engulfed by his six-four, football-playing, lifting-weights-everyday doing, arms like Ben Wallace having, manliness of a man.

“Hey, B. Happy Birthday.” We pecked on the lips, which is how we’ve greeted each other since, at least, the 10th grade. He gave the best hugs.

He introduced me and Tiny to the very few people we didn’t know. The others, we exchanged pleasantries.  The private room was getting packed.

“Good thing I got here when I did, huh? I wouldn’t have had anywhere to sit.” I said to Brian.

“Bullshit. I woulda made one of these other niggas stand before I let you.”  He winked and smiled.

My body started feeling some kinda way. But I ignored it and kept it moving. Brian motioned for me to sit in his booth of the night. I slid in the circular booth, feeling like I was in a scene from Scarface, only without the enemies and guns. Tiny sat on my right, Brian, my left. Jeff scooted right next to Tiny. She squeezed my thigh so hard, my reflex jabbed the side of her leg with my knee.

“How long have you been here?” Brian appeared to be a bit tipsy.

“Not too long. Maybe an hour.”

“And you buzzed already? What you been drinking?” I asked because he wasn’t much of a drinker. Two drinks could send him over the top.

He grinned and licked his nice, full lips. “I may’ve had a shot or two…or three. Maybe four.” He chuckled.

“Four?” Are you serious?”

“Be cool.” He gestured with his hands that I lower my tone. “What you drinking tonight?”

“Um…”

“I don’t even know why you’re thinking about it. You know you gone get what you always get.”

“Hush Tiny. You don’t know me.”  I smirked.

“You shole is right Tiny.” Brian said.

“You be quiet, too.” I picked up the drink menu just to prove a point. I flipped through the pages about a hundred times.

Tiny and Brian exchanged looks and giggled.

“Gimme that.” Brian gently snatched the menu. “I’ll be back with your Amaretto Sour.” He slid out the booth, looked back and winked.

“Hold up, man. I’ll go wit you.” Jeff stood up, asked Tiny for her drink order, then he and Brian headed towards the bar.

“Let’s get this party started!” Tiny circled her hands in the air.

“Uh uh. No chair dancing. Take that shit out there.” I pointed at the empty dance floor.

“Right after, about, my fourth drank. I’ll be ready.”

“Me too.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

My #FlashFiction story: 21 ~ Part ONE #shortstory

To keep my creative, writing juices flowing, I’m choosing to partake in something called “Flash Fiction” writing. According to what I’ve read, it’s been around for many years. Essentially, it’s a short, short story under 2,000 words. However, I’ve also read that that number is fluid. So, anyhoo, together, my story surpasses that 2,000 word limit, but I’m breaking them into pieces to mimic excerpts/sneak peeks. I will not be doing any heavy editing. This is basically for FUN. But I’d still love for you to leave feedback.

Thanks and enjoy!!!

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PART ONE

I was prepping all week for my boy’s birthday. Me and my girl, Tiny, knew that when we got around Brian and his crew we were destined to have a blast. Brian and I have been best friends since the 6th grade, when I moved to Michigan from Arizona. He always liked me, but I didn’t give him the time of day. Back in ’86, I was in to light-skinned dudes anyway. Brian was way too dark for my liking.

I wiggled into my new mango-colored mini-skirt that hung just a smidgeon below my Hooha and my perfectly rounded ass. My nude sequined cami and platform pumps set the whole outfit off. I grabbed my over-sized hand bag and slung it in the crease of my arm.

“Timiko!” Tiny yelled from the living room, not knowing I was standing right behind her.

“Stop calling me like it’s an emergency or somethin’.” She jumped as she turned around and clutched her chest.

“Can’t never be on time for shit. I was about to leave yo ass.” Tiny idly threatened.  “But you do look cute as hell though.”

Tiny eyed me as I spun on the balls of my feet a few times so she could get an even better view.

“Ok, you can stop now. I don’t want you to get dizzy.” We both laughed.

Tiny was the only “girl” friend that I had. I was usually apprehensive about friending females. I know that us Black women should stick together and unite and such and such, but, females are shady. Period!

I hopped in the passenger side of her black on black G6. She was a much better driver than I would ever be. She did 90 easy on the freeway, zipping in and out of traffic with the stealth of a professional on a closed course.  She’s driven this way for years, ever since we got our driver’s license when we were 16 years old. She did get a lot of practice over the years. I often teased her because she had to always drive her daddy home from the local bar when she was 11. That gave her plenty of years to master her craft.

Parking in Downtown Detroit was ridiculous, like any big city. We could take the chance and park in an alley and pray it was still there at 2 a.m. or park in an over-priced lot of someone who may or may not own it. We cared about our safety too much to take risks. Plus, we’re two fine young ladies in a crime-ridden city. We had to be as safe as possible.

I gave Tiny a $10 bill to cover my half of the parking. We walked a few steps and stood in line of the hottest night club of the week ~ Legends. I started to reach for my mace that was craftily concealed in one of my gigantic but cute bangle bracelets when I felt someone grab my hand.

“Boy, you was about to get molly whopped!” I said to Brian’s best friend Jeff.

He smiled showing all 52, 32, or however many teeth humans have. Good thing they were all straight and white, or else I’d tell him to close his big ass mouth.

“You so silly. Why are y’all standing in line?”

Tiny and I looked at each other, then at all the folks in front of us.

“Um, because, that’s what we were taught to do back in Kindergarten. Never cut.” Tiny chuckled.

“We V.I.P. Y’all don’t have to stand in line for shit.” I allowed Jeff to take me by the hand and I grabbed Tiny’s as we all bypassed the common-folks, the bouncer, and went through the front door.

Tiny leaned over and whispered, “I want that dick tonight.”

She totally caught me off guard, and I almost lost my footing. Jeff was decent-looking. He was about six feet with a slim physique, borderline skinny. He played basketball, football, and ran track in high school, giving him some muscularity. He wasn’t my type either.

TO BE CONTINUED….

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#FREE #FRIDAY IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU 1 Day Only. #kindle #freebie

Happy Friday!

After much thought and consideration, I’ve decided to offer IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU for FREE on Kindle!!! That’s right. You heard me…FREE. But you must act fast because it’s only through midnight August 11th.

Please spread the word about this SUPER offer, easy read, and book of short stories that inspired my upcoming movie SEXT MESSAGING!

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#FREE #FRIDAY IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU 1 Day Only. #kindle #freebie

Happy Friday!

After much thought and consideration, I’ve decided to offer IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU for FREE on Kindle!!! That’s right. You heard me…FREE. But you must act fast because it’s only through midnight August 11th.

Please spread the word about this SUPER offer, easy read, and book of short stories that inspired my upcoming movie SEXT MESSAGING!

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Get back reacquainted w/Ty, Nydene, & Fatima

I will resume working on Innocence, G.A. very, very soon.

CLICK to read past sneak peeks.

Innocence, GA (tentative novel title) #NaNoWriMo 15,117 words

Hey guys,

Keep in mind this is a work in progress. Which means, there’s no heavy editing whatsoever. My goal is to reach 50,000 words by November 30th. Bottom line, it’s about quantity not quality…(NaNoWriMo’s quote). I will be randomly posting excerpts, which may or may not be in sequential order to the previous post. I hope you enjoy, and please continue to leave your feedback. Thanks!

SYNOPSIS:
Tired of the blight in their neighborhoods, three girls relocate to a small town in sunny Georgia, where the people are happy and always friendly…until secrets are revealed and true identities are exposed.

MOOD METER
0 Very frustrated
1 Ready to shoot computer
2 Shocked at what’s written
3 Sleeping
4 Watching TV
5 Logical & Calm
6 Working at novel
7 Joyful

TODAY, MINE IS: 1

FATIMA

“May I speak to Cam, please?”

Fatima could hear movement in the background.

“Here, it’s your girlfriend,” Jazmine snapped.

“Hello?” Cam answered groggily.

“I’m so sorry to wake you.” Fatima said through sniffles. “But I don’t have anybody else to call.”

“Tima, did she put her fucking hands on you again?”

Fatima bawled.

“Don’t cry, Tima. Please stop crying.” Cam tried to ease her. “Where you at, the pay phone?”

“Yeah.”

“My baby don’t need to be out this late. Y’all come on over here.”

“Are you sure it’s ok?”

“Come on. I’ll be waiting for y’all.”

Soon as Fatima pulled up, Cam came out. She lifted Alneesa from the backseat and carried her into the house and up the stairs to the spare bedroom. Fatima closed the door behind her and waited there until Cam reappeared.

“This shit has to stop Tima. You can’t keep letting her do this to you.” Cam inspected Fatima’s face. “Did she hurt you?”

“Just my feelings.”

Cam looked Fatima up and down. “Neither one of y’all got on shoes?”

“I put some pajamas on the bed. Let me show you.”

When they turned around, Jazmine was standing on the steps, looking at them. She didn’t say a word, just burned them with her stare.

Fatima froze. She felt a rush of guilt sweep over her body. Cam looked back and realized she hadn’t moved.

“Come on,” she said firmly as she reached out her hand, which Fatima didn’t take.

Jazmine didn’t move nor did she take her eyes off of Fatima. Both Cam and Fatima shifted their bodies to get past her full frame. Once in the room, Fatima looked at how peaceful Alneesa looked and was saddened to be exposing her to a lifestyle she doesn’t deserve to be living.

“Here you go.” Cam handed her the pajamas. “The bathroom’s right down the hall. I’ll wait here.”

“Where is she?”

“Girl, it may be uncomfortable for now, but she’s not going to say anything or do anything to you. She knows how I feel about you.”

Fatima looked both ways like she would if she were crossing a busy intersection before heading to the bathroom to change. She was wearing only an oversized t-shirt and panties. She examined her face in the mirror. Her eyes were puffy and her face was peppered with welts from her recent brawl. She took the same precaution exiting the bathroom as she did entering it. Cam was sitting in the leather loveseat next to the bed.

“You good?”

“Yeah, where is she?” Fatima asked again as she sat on the bed next to Alneesa.

Cam laughed. “It’s not funny, but would you stop asking about her?”

“I just feel so bad, you know?”

“Well, you shouldn’t. She’s getting her place soon.”

“What did you tell her?”

“After you opened your mouth and told Ty that I liked you, she called me and asked me about it. Of course, I denied it because I didn’t wanna cause no drama in your household. I thought she let it go, but she ended up telling Jazmine about it the next day. Jazmine asked me about it and I told her the truth. Period.”

“Wow.”

“Wow what? I told you not to open your mouth until you were ready. Didn’t I tell you that if you did it would change our relationships forever?”

“Yes you did.” Fatima said regretfully as she hung her head.

“I’m not trying to make you feel worse. I’m just saying.”

“I believe you.”

“Now, what happened tonight?”

“You know, the usual F.A.T. F.A.T.”

In unison they said, “Fake Ass Ty.” This was an inside joke between them to describe Ty’s passive-aggressive, psychotic ways. One minute she’s smiling in your face acting as if everything is copacetic and the next she’s flying off the handle.

“She had been drinking, which isn’t unusual at all. I told her she shouldn’t drink too much in fear that it would trigger a seizure later. She blew me off, talked shit, told me to stop talking to her. So, I went to sleep. Next thing you know, I’m getting dragged off the bed by my hair.”

“Are you serious?”

Fatima nodded.

“So, I’m tripping because I was in a deep sleep and didn’t know what the hell was going on. She didn’t turn on the light or nothing, just came in the room and pulled me by my hair. I mean, who does that?”

“That crazy bitch. Where was my baby at?”

“Her and Lamar were in their room sleep.”

Cam sat there, engrossed and angered by what she was hearing.

“Then what happened?”

“I was kicking and punching and trying to grab on to the walls or something. I managed to turn on my side and I punched her hard as I could in her shin then she let me go. After that, it was on. I socked her in the face. Slammed her head against the wall. And she scratched my face like a little girl. By that time, Nydene ran from her room and broke it up.”

“She is psycho, for real. What was she mad at? Did she say?”

“Yeah, she was like, “Oh, so you wanna be with Cam now?” I was like, “What are you talking about?”

“Oh shit. So my name was brought up?”

“Which is weird because when I told her about, you know, what you told me that day we went to Shoney’s Inn, she was cool. We were cool even after that. We had a long talk about it. She asked me if I liked you and I said no. Then we dropped it…I thought we dropped it.”

“Oh, you told her you don’t like me?”

“What was I suppose to say?”

“How about tell her the truth.”

“That is the truth, kinda.”

Cam’s eyebrows furrowed. “It either is or it isn’t. So what is all this?” She outstretched her arms and looked around the room.

Fatima wanted to back peddle but couldn’t.

“Cam, I don’t mean it like that and you know it. I think you’re a great person, but we have to handle our situations first before even thinking about us.”

“For you to even say that, you have to at least like me a little bit.”

Fatima smiled. “Of course I like you. What girl wouldn’t like you? I just want us to handle our business first with Jazmine and Ty before doing anything.”

“I can respect that.” Cam went to stand.

“No, where are you going?”

“To bed, shoot. It’s four in the morning. You need to go to sleep, too.”

“I’m scared, Cam.” Fatima’s face got serious.

“What you think she gone do, kill you in your sleep?”

“See, that’s not funny at all.” Fatima got under the covers and stared at the ceiling. “I just won’t go to sleep then.”

“I’ma tell you this one more time, she is not going to do nothing. She a’int crazy.”

“You’d be surprised what a woman scorned would do.”

“She’s not scorned. I didn’t lie to her. I didn’t cheat on her. We a’int been together in months, way before you even came in the picture. We forced it to make it work for a while and I couldn’t do it. She’s just like you; she don’t have any family here. So, I felt obligated to at least wait until she got on her feet before asking her to move out. Now, she’s on her feet, so she’s got to get out.” Cam stuck out her thumb, impersonating that of someone hitchhiking and hitting the road.

“Ok, I’m trusting you. Please don’t make me add you to the list.”

“What list?” Cam thought about it then said, “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that. I’ll never be on that list.”

“Ok. Goodnight, and, thank you again.”

Cam stood over her and said, “Anything for y’all. See you in the morning.”