Salty: A Ghetto Soap Opera (Drama In The Hood) (13 page)

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I really ain't tripping off her getting her own place. Shit she pay to stay here. If she move, she move, I ain't tripping off that either. I pick her up and drop her off because she don't have a car and she can't drive. Plus, she don't know her way around LA like that. And before you ask, I ain't letting her catch no cab. Niggas’ thirsty for pussy. Nigga been done followed her and tried to do something to her.  Just because I ain't attracted to her don’t mean I don’t give a fuck about her. "Those were his exact words. When he broke it down like that I couldn’t do nothing but respect it. But what I don't respect, or should I say like, is how he be getting mad when he think I am out with another nigga. Or If I don’t call him or answer his call when he calls, he be heated. But at the same time, he ain't trying to be with me, claiming that I ain't ready and that I have a lot of growing up to do. Oh and speaking of growing up, when I asked him what the deal was between him and that young chick, Sabrina, he claimed that she lied about her age. She told him she was nineteen. He said, he did not know the girl was only fifteen, if he did he would not have looked twice at her. He must be telling the truth because I been around him a lot and I haven't seen her.  Me and Wack been kicking it since the night I seen him at the party. Do you know that night I saw him at the party we got a room and spent the night together. Tell me why he didn’t try to fuck me? When I tried to come on to him he told me to slow down and that I was moving too fast. The problem was, he wasn't used to someone else being in control.  That's why he had that white bitch.  I can't stand her. I still got to pay that ho back from that stunt she pulled at the club. I wished she would have come home when I was over, hopefully get jealous, and get the wrong idea and leave and never come back.

I wanted to ask him where she was, but didn’t. Again, I didn’t feel like hearing his mouth. I hate when he calls me a drama queen or say that I’m immature.
Why I got be immature because I pout or ignore him when he hurts my feelings?
       
He like the way I ride it.... He like the way I ride it......
Wack’s playing my song. That's my cue. I got to go. Wack got me auditioning for this party these football players throwing.
                                

 
4 minutes later
….   This nigga done did it again. He got your girl Yay feeling extra emotional. Let me tell you what happen...Ok, so I am rotating my hips to the lyrics while Wack sits in his chair wearing a pair of grey sweats and a wife beater. He was looking so damn good and wasn't even dressed. Halfway through the song, I slide out of my halter dress, turned around and bent over, grab my ankles and did my famous move... I made my ass clap. I quickly turn back around so that I could catch Wack's reaction; he had a smile on his face. I walked over to him and repeated the freaky lyrics in his ear. I then ran my hand across his chest onto his abs, that’s when I noticed his ten inches staring at me. I bit my lip and looked at him seductively. I could sense that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. My goal was to satisfy both of our needs. I was scared of being rejected like the last time at the room, when I got butt naked and got on top of him but he pushed me away. This time I tried a different approach. I dropped to my knees. Normally I would look my prey in the eyes , but I did not want Wack to tell me to stop. So I am on my knees , mouthwatering; I am ready to suck him off real good. Once I did that he wouldn’t resist the pussy. I pulled Wack’s rock hard pipe out of his pants, bent down ready to suck it and he snatched me by the hair.

“
What you doing, girl?” He asked.

Now I am embarrassed. My feelings were hurt. I wouldn’t let him know. I put on a smile and said,

“
It’s part of the show.”

The way he stared at me made me uncomfortable. I just knew he was calling me a young immature slut. Again, I played it off. I took my left hand and placed it on his chest as if I was telling him to stay put. I then used my right hand and stroked his dick. I looked in his eyes as I slowly moved my head down to begin my blow job. This time his facial expression read aggravated. I tried to ignore it. But.....

“
Get up and go turn that radio off.”  He said.

I did what was asked of me. And right after, I walked over and picked my dress up off the ground, and slide it back over my head. I then went over to the sofa and retrieved my red pumps. After I put them on I grabbed my purse, keys and began to walk toward the front door.

“
Yalanda.” come here.

The nigga had the nerve to call me by my government name.  He did sound sincere, but I didn’t care, my feelings were crushed. I kept walking.

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So you wanna act like a kid now? That’s what I’m talking about. Either you are going to be a kid or act like an adult. I ain't got time for that immature shit.”

Without looking back, I throw up my middle finger.

“
That’s what you mad about. You mad because I won’t fuck you.”

I stopped in my tracks, turned around a gave that “nigga please” look. Just in case he did not know what I meant I broke it down. I went in my purse pulled out my cell and held it in the air,

“
you see this? I can call any nigga I want to fuck.” I then pointed at myself, “A bitch like me ain't never tripping off no dick.”

I stood there to see what he was going to say. He stared at me like he was disgusted.

”
Bitch get the fuck up out my house.”

My heart dropped. I thought he hurt my feelings before, this time he really did. I wanted to curse him out. Call him a punk muthafucka. A white bitch lover, but Wack ain't the type of nigga you can call out of his name and get away with it. Even if I did have the courage, I wouldn't have spoken because I was sure my voice would have cracked up and I would have cried. I turned on my heels and tried my damndest to make the five steps that it took to get to his doorstep into two. “You must think I'm one of them bitch ass niggas you be fucking with” His voice was getting closer. “You better be glad I don't bust you in your muthafucking mouth.”

My hand was on the knob and Wack was up on me holding the door shut. “Move please so I can get out of your house.”

“
Shut the fuck up. And turn around and look at me when I am talking to you.”

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I don't have to look at you; you wanted me out your house now let me leave.”

He grabbed me by both arms and made me turn around. We were face to face, although I refused to look at him I could feel him staring at me. Now I was beginning to feel like a punk bitch. Why I couldn't I look this fool in the eyes. I mean I only met him two weeks ago, unlike the dudes I would normally mess with, I would get good dick and money. But not with him. The nigga never offered me money. He purchased our meals the time we went to Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles and anytime I wanted drink and weed he got it, but that's it. And as you can see, he for damn sure wasn't giving me any dick. So why was I weak when it came to this smooth talking nigga?

Wack took my face in his hands gently. “Look at me Yalanda.” He spoke just above a whisper. OMG, I wanna scream from embarrassment just thinking about it. Why when I looked at the nigga in the eyes, tears fell? I know right!!!!! Like ugh! He whipped my tears gently with his thumbs.

“
Stop crying.”

I put my hands on top of his hands trying to remove them from my face, but he asked me to stop and I did.

”
Look, man. I shouldn't even tell you this.” He took a deep breath. “But if I don't I got a feeling a nigga is going to regret it. I like you man and you know that. I've been checking you out since the first day I saw you at the club. I knew you were feeling me but I also could tell by the way you would mad dogg White-Girl that you were a drama queen.” He chuckled. “Look I don't like drama. I like peace. I don't wanna fuss and fight with my woman. I want a female that I can just chill with. I know once I give you this dick, you going be on a nigga.”

“
Whatever.” I said, getting annoyed by his cockiness.

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Ain't no whatever to it. I know once I taste that shit, I'm going to be hooked on your young fine ass. I know you ain't ready to stop fucking with them square ass niggas you be messing with.”

"I don't mess with nobody.”

When I said that, his voice went from sincere to stern.

“
Listen, don't never lie to me. I'm not a square ass nigga. You going to respect me. Keep it 100 or I will cut your ass off quick. I hate a lying bitch. Now like I said. You ain’t ready to stop messing with them squares. So, do yo thang, little momma; I'm good with that. When I think you ready, I’m going to give you what we both been waiting for. Once I do that you're all mine. When I get you, I don't just want your pussy. I want your mind, body and soul.” He then kissed me. His tongue tasted like sugar. I wanted to melt. I could have sworn I felt my wetness run down my leg. Damn, how can a kiss feel so good?

Chapter 10

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Jazz”

So it’s a little past 2am and I couldn't sleep. And men were the reason. I go to the west wing of the mansion where the library is located. That's also Diesel’s side of the house when he's home from school. I look through the African American Urban Fiction and Drama section. I passed up my seasoned authors that I loved to death: Tracy Brown and Wahida Clark, because more than likely I've read all their titles. There was a section labeled new authors on the scene.   The Game Don't Love Nobody by Kre and ZipCodez: A Watts and Compton Tale by Aleta Williams were the two that grabbed my attention. I decided to read ZipCodez, because I recalled a few people at school talking about how good it was. I'm into the book. I was at the part when Lana and Debo were kicking it at the beach when the lights in the library went out.

"Hey, I'm in here." I said.

"My bad." The voice said and the light came back on.

I looked and it was Diesel. He smiled.

 
"It’s almost three am; what are you doing still up?".         

   
"Reading."                                            

 
"What are you reading?"                            

 
He was leaning against the wall by the light.

"Some book called ZipCodez."                        

 
"That's a good book. Wait until you read the sequel."                                          

 
I smiled and focused back on the page I was reading. I looked back up when Diesel walked up on me.                                          

 
"Excuse you." I said to D when he took the book out my hand.                          

"I'm going to give it back. I just want to say something real quick."

I stared into his blue eyes. No, I wasn't admiring how breathtaking they were.  I was curious to know why they were so glossy.                                  

 
"You been drinking?"                                        

He looked at me, like, where that come from, but answered yes to my question. I then lectured him about drinking a driving. I told him not only could he hurt himself, but he can hurt an innocent person.           

"You right and that's my bad. I promise it won't happen again."              

"That's good; now give me my book."   

I cracked a smile. 

Awkward stare.....

"Are you going to give me the book back or stare at me?"

 "I'm attracted to you."                                     

   
"Huh?"                                                    

Yes, I was in shock and that's all I could manage to say.  

He added, "I think you might have a crush on me too."

He smiled and looked at me like he was awaiting for a response.

 
"Diesel, I'm sorry that I don't have the answer you’re looking for. But, I do have a question. Where did all this come from? I mean, I've been Laurie's friend for close to two years now. Now all of a sudden…? That's weird. And I'm not buying it."                                                        

He took me by the hand.

"Get up and come sit over here with me."  He said.

I got up from the recliner I was sitting in and walked with D over to the love seat.  I sat down. He lay down.          

 
"Well, aren't you comfortable?" I said, looking at his long legs on the arm of the coach while the back of his head rested on my lap.