Page 42 of Dionysus
With my fist against my mouth, I laughed. “Oh shit!”
“Yeah, my little bro is nineteen now. Enjoy your day, bro,” Zeus said.
I nodded. I looked down at the keys to my new car as I headed outside. In my mind I figured it would be a basic Benz, but this nigga got me a G-Wagon. I quickly turned to see Zeus standing in the doorway, smiling. I was so excited I couldn’t even wait to ride in this bitch. I took a deep breath as I strolled over to Chevy’s. The walk to his house felt weird. Samara and I had vibed together, got high together, even spent the night with each other, and somehow, I was nervous as hell to approach her.
As I came up the walkway, a car pulled up a few feet away from me. I didn’t bother to turn around as I made my way toward the door. I rang the doorbell and waited. It didn’t take long before the door opened and a nigga almost nutted.
Her ginger-colored hair was straightened down her back with curls, she wore makeup, and it was just enough to bring out every feature in her face. She smelled like the first day of spring. Mars looked so fucking good. She wore a knitted orange crop top that exposed her pretty ass skin. Her belly, that I rested my head on, held sprinkles of glitter and those big ass jeans were now jean shorts that hugged her curves. Mars had an ass on her. Her legs are where most of her spots were, but it didn’t take away from her beauty at all. If you asked me, it enhanced it.
She smiled widely. “Dionysus, I-I wasn’t expecting to see you,” she mumbled.
I couldn’t even say anything because she had me speechless. “I-shit Mars, you look beautiful, and I don’t know what to say.”
The honking of the horn made me look and when I saw a nigga in the car waiting, I quickly turned back to her. “The fuck is this?” I asked.
“I have a date, Dio. Someone who actually wants to take me out. You know, be more than friends. Happy birthday, by the way,” she said as she stepped past me and walked over to the car. The nigga got out, grilled me, and walked around to openthe door. Samara wasn’t wrong for feeling the way she did, but I didn’t give a fuck. That nigga had to go.
“Hell nah!”I shouted.
I began walking toward the car when I felt a pair of hands on my arm. “Don’t do it. Let her enjoy her birthday,” I heard Chevy’s voice.
I spun toward him. “It’s her birthday?”
“Yes, and had you been on your shit and handled her like you were supposed to you would have known and this shit,” he pointed between me and the other nigga. “Wouldn’t have happened. I need you to get your shit together because that girl is like my daughter, and you’re like my nephew, and that nigga is the ops. Fix this shit! Oh, and happy birthday,” Chevy said before walking into the house.
I couldn’t believe that the girl I loved was off with some corny bean head ass nigga onourbirthday. Mars was my star, my fucking peace, and I refused to let some other nigga have my peace.
SAMARA
When Keith pulled off, the urge to scream “Stop the fucking car!”was at the tip of my tongue. The way Dio looked when he saw me made butterflies shoot through me. I felt the same feelings when I saw him. I was used to the rugged Dio, the nigga who didn’t give a fuck, but the man that stood before me only minutes ago was different. He looked amazing. The first thought was to jump into his arms, kiss him sweetly, and nuzzle my face into his neck.
Seeing him with his locs gone and waves did something to me. He smelled amazing and looked like a fucking snack. However, he couldn’t give me the one thing I wanted, and I wasn’t going to let someone who was into me friend-zone me for him. I tried to shake the thought of him as Keith drove to our destination.
He placed his hand on my leg and rubbed it. “You look good. Happy birthday, Samara,” he said as he reached into the back seat and presented me with flowers.
I couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you.”
Keith turned to me as we stopped at a red light. “Was that Dio?” he asked.
Just hearing his name did something to me and after seeing him made my pussy thump. I nodded. “Yes.”
“Did he know you were going on a date?”
“No. We’re friends, I told you that.”
“I know. It’s just the way he snapped that seemed more like a nigga who likes you.”
“Well, we’re friends.”
“I hear you,” he said as he turned the corner into a skating rink parking lot. “I thought we would do something different, you down?”
I giggled. “Yeah.”
When Keith and I entered the rink, there were balloons everywhere. The rink was closed and only available to us. I glanced at Keith, who smiled. “Bleek looked out for a nigga. You know how to skate?”
“I haven’t done it in a while.”
Keith led me over to the booth where the young guy handed us a pair of skates. He helped me put mine on and I waited while he put his on. He then led me onto the floor, and in the first couple of rolls, my hands waved in the air as I tried to keep my balance. Keith quickly grabbed my waist to keep me from falling. We locked eyes and I immediately knew he was falling for me.
