Page 167 of Save Room for Us

“I don’t get why they be falling for that protective shit. None of them niggas have wings. And I know Cemone is tall, but he ain’t that tall,” Presley said before we chortled.

“Right. I have the utmost confidence in Asif, but how he would save me if I fell is not computing.” I sipped my drink.

“Them whores just don’t wanna separate from their men. But if I die, I really ain’t gon’ have my man.”

“Exactly!”

Presley and I continued chatting for a bit. It didn’t take long for them to get on and ride because it was virtually no one here since it was a weekday.

Presley playfully rolled her eyes, making me crack up, as Yolani ran off and into Cemone’s arms where he picked her up, sayingtold youbeforehe kissed her. Yolani ate every bit of it up. It was cute though.

The next few rides were more modest, so everyone was able to get on them. Presley still turned down a few, but only because she actually had a little acrophobia.

After riding about eight rides, we decided to take a break and get something to eat in the outside area where there were benches and umbrellas.

Everyone got different things ranging from burgers to pizza, nachos, and subs. A few ladies got hot dogs, to which the boys wanted no parts of, stating it was too much work. My sister explained to me that it was too much work because they had to break it up like toddlers.

As we all had conversation while eating, I could see a group heading our way out the corner of my eye. I paid it no mind at first, since this was a public place and we were outside, but when I noticed them coming closer to the table, it made me look.

I was shocked to see Milan, the hating bitch with odor problems, and four other chicks. Milan was dressed down, not all prissy like her usual attire, as she stood at the front like a captain of a ship.

“Hey, y’all,” Milan said, and everyone at the table either kept eating or murmured an unenthusiastic ass greeting.

“Hey, Cemone.” The brown-skinned girl standing beside Milan waved. The stinky one shot her a look as if she was overstepping onherman.

I noticed all the ladies had their eyes on different men, looking like dogs waiting to get served their steaks. It was clear that Milan had another agenda, however, and that involved coming at me.

“Don’t speak to my man,” Yolani stated calmly but seriously, and Cemone didn’t even look up, which was smart of him.

“Dang, girl, all I did was say hey. Plus, that’s a big man. I think he needs more than one wo—ah!” Before the girl could finish her smart comment, she was sporting her chocolate frosty that Yolani had tipped upward.

Everyone gasped before a couple of us failed to smother the snickers we let out. Even part of Milan’s crew was sniggering.

“Aight. Aight.” Cemone stopped Yolani from standing as the girl stood there, frozen in disbelief and probably frozen literally. After a few moments, she walked off, most likely to go clean herself up, but her group stood there nearby still.

“Milan, this ain’t what you want,” Asif warned, but Milan was laser focused on me. “I promise you, love.”

“You were right, Milan. Hedoeslook bored.” The funky one’s eyes were planted on Lequay.

“Come turn him up.” Scotland waved for her to get closer, but the funky one stayed put, maybe knowing better. Lequay, like his brother, kept his focus on his plate.

“Girl—”

“Aye, you talking over my food. Back yo’ ass up.” Khari put his elbow up, making sure she didn’t step an inch closer to the table we were eating on.

She was beyond embarrassed, as she should be.

“Asif,” Milan called his name, but he acted as if she weren’t there, not having anything more to say to her than what he had already.

“You think you got that nigga in the bag,” the funky one spat at me.

“I do.” I nodded.

“You do,” Asif confirmed as he peered down into my eyes before kissing my lips, much to Milan’s chagrin.

I watched her eyes mist over before she sucked her teeth, folding her arms. The group’s eyes roved over the table for a while before they turned around and walked off, realizing how awkward their presence was.

“Why the fuck is she even here?” Couture asked what we all wanted to know.

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