What Ya Girl Won't Do (4 page)

“That's what I'm talkin' about,” she said with a cocky attitude as she stood in line, smiling at her accomplished mission.

Kylee was bumping her theme song, “Ego” by Be-yoncé, on repeat as she thought about this mystery man the entire ride to her godfather's house. She never thought with her looks that trying to get a man's attention would be like pulling teeth. To keep her self-esteem on ten, Kylee brushed it off as him showing his girl respect. She knew deep down that if she ever ran into him by himself she could work her magic with no interruptions and that would be all she wrote. She would surely have all of his attention. Kylee was so far in thought she drove right past Tony's house.

“Oh, shit!” Kylee laughed once she realized what she had done. “Damn, this nigga got me zonin',” she said, busting a U-turn in the driveway three doors down from Tony.

Kylee pulled up in the crowded horseshoe driveway and parked behind her father's Aston Martin. She pulled down the visor and checked her makeup before getting out. It seemed like it took forever to make it to the front door. Once she did, she rang the doorbell and waited as the long, drawn-out song chimed. She could hear the music from the live jazz band playing in the backyard.

“Good evening, Señorita Kylee,” Marta said, answering the door.

“Hey, Marta,” Kylee replied.

“Everybody's out back.” Marta led Kylee out where the rest of the guests were gathered. “Señorita Kylee is here,” Marta announced once they made it to the patio. No one paid Marta's announcement any attention and continued partying.

Why is this broad announcing my entrance? I know I'm a star and all,
Kylee thought. Kylee walked out on the patio. There were people everywhere, laughing, talking, and having themselves a good old time. Kylee was impressed but not surprised by how Tony had transformed his backyard. He had several buffet tables of food of all kinds; there were waiters walking around in those little white jackets, serving expensive bottles of champagne; and a dance floor was built on top of his swimming pool with different-colored pastel lights that were flashing to the beat of the music. If Tony didn't know how to do anything else, he sure knew how to throw a party. Kylee was searching the crowd for her parents when she heard someone scream her name.

“Kylee,” her god-sister squealed and ran toward her with open arms.

“I'reon?” Kylee smiled widely and met her halfway.

“Oh my goodness, it's been forever,” I'reon said, wrapping her arms around her and hugging her tight.

“I know, wow,” Kylee said while hugging her back.

“I'm feelin' the short do. It looks good on you,” I'reon stepped back and complimented her.

“Thanks. But you know I can rock any style and make it look good,” Kylee said, running her hand down her wavy hair.

“I see you still conceited as hell.” I'reon laughed.

“And you know this.” Kylee laughed too.

“Look at you. You still look good, straight model material. The men and the women would love you over in Spain.” I'reon smiled.

“You think so?” Kylee said before striking a pose.

“You silly, girl.” I'reon laughed.

“You look good too, girl. You know they've always said we looked alike,” Kylee said.

“Right, but we never thought so. I always thought I looked better than you,” I'reon joked. I'reon and Kylee were the spitting image of each other right down to their deep dimples; only differences were I'reon was a shade lighter than Kylee and about an inch shorter, and thicker in the waist with long, wavy hair that she kept neatly in a ponytail.

“You wish.” Kylee laughed.

“Where's Ja'Nay?” I'reon asked. “How come she didn't come?”

“She at home. She wanted to come too, but Me'andra wasn't finished doing her sew-in. She told me to tell you hi and can't wait to kick it wit' you,” Kylee said.

“Man, I would have loved to see her,” I'reon said, disappointed.

“Speakin' of kickin' it, they havin' a skating party tonight at Skate-A-Mania. You rollin' wit' us or what?” Kylee asked.

“Man, sure sounds like fun.” I'reon contemplated it. “But I can't.”

“Why not? Don't tell me you done went over to Spain and got too bourgeois to kick it wit' ya girls!”

“Now you know better than that. It's just I have company and I know they wouldn't feel comfortable goin' and I can't leave 'em here wit' my parents as bad as I want to,” I'reon replied.

“Who is it? Ya dude?”

“Somethin' like that.” I'reon smiled. “Speakin' of dudes, have you settled down yet or are you still playin' niggas like a game of tonk?”

“I'm still doin' what I do best,” Kylee admitted. “You know I'm not the settlin' type. What about you?”

“Yeah, I finally found somebody to sit me down for the time bein',” I'reon said happily.

“Well, where he at? I need to meet this nigga,” Kylee said.

“Shawn,
ven aqui,
” I'reon said, waving.

Kylee was confused as she watched as a big, burly, manly looking female wearing a baseball cap and baggy jean shorts walked toward them.

“Please tell me this is not your girlfriend,” Kylee whispered.

“Nope, she's not,” I'reon replied.

“Thank God,” Kylee said, relieved.

“She's my boyfriend,” I'reon replied with a smile.

“What?” Kylee asked, shocked, and wanted to say more but Shawn was now standing in front of them.

“Shawn,
este es mi de Dios hermana, Kylee,
” I'reon introduced.

“What did you just say? All I understood was my name,” Kylee asked with a confused look on her face.

“I told Shawn that you were my god-sister,” I'reon translated. “Shawn doesn't speak any English.”

Shawn stuck out her hand for Kylee to shake. “
Mucho gusto.
”

Damn, look at this broad's hand. I'reon always did know how to pick 'em,
Kylee thought. “What she say?” Kylee looked over at I'reon and asked.

“She said nice to meet you,” I'reon responded.

“Oh, okay. And la cucaracha to you too,” Kylee replied sarcastically before placing her tiny hand inside of Shawn's.

Shawn had a puzzled look on her face as Kylee and I'reon laughed at Kylee's quip.

“
Ignorar ella, ella es un poco loco,
” I'reon said to Shawn.

“What you say about me, heffa?” Kylee asked I'reon.

“I told Shawn to ignore you, 'cause you a little crazy.” I'reon laughed.

“Oh, okay. I thought you were callin' me a bitch or somethin',” Kylee joked with a smile.

“
Usted tiene una sonrisa bonita. Ustedes dos se parecen,
” Shawn replied with a huge smile.

“What
she
or
he
say?” Kylee asked, slightly annoyed because she couldn't understand what Shawn was saying.

“
She
said you have a nice smile and we look alike,” I'reon repeated.

“Is yo' dude tryin'a hit on me?” Kylee questioned.

“Naw, fool. She just thinks you have a pretty smile. What's wrong wit' that?” I'reon asked.

“You really want me to answer that?”

I'reon shook her head and laughed. “No, please don't.”

“I'm goin' over here to speak to my parents. I'll talk to you later.” Kylee laughed too, before grabbing a glass of champagne off the tray as one of the waiters walked past before heading off to find her parents. Kylee really wasn't feeling I'reon's idea of her messing around with another female, but she really wasn't surprised by her decision. I'reon always had to be the first to try something new and enjoyed experimenting with all different type of things such as drugs, alcohol, and exotic foods, and this situation was no different.

Kylee spotted her parents sitting at a table, engaged in a conversation with Tony, Sylvia, and some other guest. She quickly drank down her champagne and set the glass on an empty table before heading over.

“Hey, there goes my baby.” Kylee's mom stood from her seat and smiled happily when she spotted her daughter.

“Hey, Mommy.” Kylee smiled back, giving her mother a tight hug.

“About time you got here,” her father said.

Kylee rolled her eyes. She knew her dad had been drinking so to avoid an argument Kylee spoke and left it at that. “Hey, Dad.”

“Don't pay him any attention, he's drunk.” Kylee's mom laughed, before sitting back down.

“I'm grown aren't I?” her father asked smartly.

Kylee looked over at her father with a mug on her face. She hoped her father wasn't about to start trippin' on her mother like he usually did after a few drinks. Here lately her father had been drinking and disrespecting her mother more than usual. Kylee had it set in her mind that if her father got to talking crazy to her mother in front of all these people, that she was gon' flip straight gangsta on him. It was bad enough he disrespected her in the privacy of their home, but lately he'd been feeling real jazzy and been trying to disrespect her in front of people. Kylee knew when she was younger there wasn't much she could say, but she was grown now; what was he going to do, send her to her room?

“Hey, come give your Uncle Tony a hug and a kiss,” Tony slurred, noticing the ill look on Kylee's face.

Kylee walked over to Tony, and gave him a hug and a quick peck on the cheek.

“Hey, Sylvia,” Kylee threw her hand up and said. She didn't want to, but out of respect for it being her house too, she did.

“Hey, Kylee,” Sylvia spoke back.

Kylee walked over and sat down next to her mother.

“I love your hair like this. I'm glad you took that front lace outta your head,” her mother said, running her hand down her daughter's wavy mane.

“It's called a lace-front, Mommy.” Kylee laughed.

“Whatever. You should keep your hair like this,” her mother suggested.

“I told her she was model material.” I'reon intervened in their conversation as she walked over and sat next to Kylee.

“Girl, I don't have time to be modelin'. I'm gettin' ready to go to college in the fall,” Kylee stated.

“That's right,” her father said, butting in.

Kylee smacked her lips. “Anyways.”

“Shoot, I don't see why not. You got the looks, the height, and you hip to the latest fashion. You got good taste. You got to have 'cause I see you rockin' them Burak Uyans and them thousand-dollar shoes. Don't too many people know about those over here in the States,” I'reon said.

Kylee's dad nearly choked on his drink before speaking. “A thousand dollars? Where you get that kinda money at for some shoes?” her father asked, skeptical.

“Yeah, I'm wit' your father on that.” Her mother frowned.

“These are knockoffs,” Kylee replied nervously.

“No, sis, fashion is what I studied over in Spain and I know knockoffs when I see 'em, and them there,” I'reon said, pointing down to Kylee's shoes, “ain't no knockoffs.”

“Yeah, they are,” Kylee said between clenched teeth.

“Okay, if you say so,” I'reon said, standing up. “I'm goin' to fix me a plate; anybody else want anything?”

“Get up and go fix me a plate,” Kylee's father looked over at his wife and demanded.

Kylee waited to see what her mother was going to do before she intervened in grown folks' conversation. Kylee's mother didn't hesitate to stand up.

“I'm goin' over to fix me a plate, Uncle Vince. I can just grab you somethin' while I'm over there,” I'reon said

“Naw, I want Vivian to fix my plate.” He scowled.

“Ain't that what Marta gets paid for?” Kylee frowned.

“I'll get it,” her mother said quickly.

“You ain't his maid,” Kylee huffed.

“You betta stay in a child's place,” her father warned.

I'reon, Tony, and Sylvia all had confused looks on their faces.

“I'm grown,” Kylee mumbled before walking away.

“She done got too grown for her britches,” her father fussed, before picking up his glass of Hennessy and tossing it back.

Kylee walked over and took a seat at the bar. She needed to get as far away from her father as possible before she ended up saying something she would later regret. She ordered herself a shot of St. Claire Green Tea Vodka mixed with Simply Lemonade with Raspberry. She bobbed her head to the music as she sipped on her drink.

“You okay over here?” Sylvia walked up, placed her hand on Kylee's shoulder, and asked.

Kylee quickly moved her shoulder, making Sylvia's hand fall. “I'm good,” Kylee said with an attitude, not wanting to be bothered with her or anyone else.

“Nice earrings. I have a pair just like them,” Sylvia antagonized her.

“What do you want, Sylvia?” Kylee looked at her and asked.

“Look, Kylee, I already know you don't like me, but I don't know why. I have never done anything to you. Besides, you're the one who's fuckin' my husband, so I should be the one who has the problem with you,” Sylvia said.

Kylee sat calmly and continued sipping on her drink. “And you sayin' that to say what?”

“I'm not really sayin' it to say anything. I just want you to know that I'm fully aware of what's goin' on between you and my husband, that's all,” Sylvia said.

“So what you gon' do, tell my dad on me?” Kylee inquired.

“Your father would be crushed if he found out that his sweet, innocent little girl was fuckin' one of his best friends.” Sylvia grimaced. “That's the only reason why I haven't told him . . . yet.”