Page 17 of Where We Found Our Home
“Umm, I’ll go first. Why the hell didn’t you call us sooner?” Sarah shrieks.
“I mean, what would you have done? Hopped on a plane?”
“Yes!” they all scream in unison. I sigh. I don’t know why I said it. I know they wouldn’t hesitate to hop on a plane for me. They’re my ride or die girls. Each one of us would go to the ends of the Earth for each other. It’s why I left home. I recognize that I’m not giving them the chance to do something I wouldn’t hesitate to do for them, but I just can’t. I can’t be the reason they end up in danger.
“Alright, alright. I’m sorry, okay?”
“It’s absolutely not okay. Did you tell Ms. Angela about this?” Simone asks, folding her arms across her chest.
“No, I did not tell my mother, and I don’t need to. I’m a grown-ass woman.”
“Ha! Okay. Well, I think I’ll fill her in then. Since you’re a grown-ass woman and all, it shouldn’t matter if she knows.” I’ve left sweet little Brittany alone with Simone and Sarah too long. They’re corrupting her.
I fold my arms in defiance. Brittany picks up her phone and starts typing a text. Simone and Sarah wait anxiously.
“Okay, you’re not actually gonna tell her, are you? Please don’t. You know she’ll be on my ass!” I relent.
“This bitch,” Simone cackles.
We all burst into laughter. I may be a grown-ass woman, but I know better than to play games with my mom. Mama ain’t raise no fool.
“Well, don’t keep secrets from us then.” Sarah pokes her tongue out.
Oh, if you only knew.
“Alright, so let’s address the other part of this story.” Simone licks her lips, and I know what’s coming. “Is this Lincoln sexy? That name is sexy. Let’s get some more Lincoln details.”
“I don’t wanna talk about Lincoln.” I absolutely do want to talk about Lincoln. The man has me dickmatized and I haven’t even seen the dick.
“Oh shit, he must be sexy,” Sarah chimes in.
Irritatingly so.He’s like a sexy combination of both Lawrence and Daniel fromInsecure,but I know if I tell them that they’ll never leave me alone about it. I refrain from biting my lip at the thought of him.
“There’s nothing to tell. Yes, he’s good-looking. But nothing is going to happen.”
Simone looks as though I’ve slapped her. “And why not?”
“Because I told you—I’m not dating right now.”
And now she looks like she’s ready to slap me. “There you go again thinking I’m telling you to date someone. You don’t need to date him to let him dick you down.”
“Jesus, Simone.”
“Girl, you’re damn near a virgin again. You need to use it before you lose it.”
“One, it has not been that long. Two, that’s not even possible. How the fuck would I lose it?”
“I’m dying, and it’s been four months. After two years, I’m surprised your pussy has not turned into a shriveled up desert.”
Brittany chokes on her water, and Sarah just shakes her head.
“Jesus. I can assure you it’s not a damn shriveled up desert. I’ve been a little busy being tormented these last two years.” Her eyes soften, but I know she’s not done with me.
“Yes, which is exactly why you deserve a good dicking after what you’ve been through. Look, what I know is that you need your wet-ass pussy serviced before it develops cobwebs, and a sexy fireman has literally fallen into your lap to do the job.”
“Ugh, okay, Megan. Or would you prefer Cardi?”
“Either. Both are queens. “WAP” is my anthem, and I feel no shame about that.”
