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He was so unbothered, and it did nothing to calm the hurt and anger running through her body. She hated how he never opened up to her, but she wasn’t ready to stop trying. Briana felt she could get him to love her. She was the total package, and if she stayed consistent, he’d come around. Or so she hoped.
CHAPTER 11
Noir rode shotgun with Christian,trying to handle all the last-minute things she needed to do for Knycole’s birthday. This year was more special than the last because her favorite girl was turning seventeen, and she was dealing with a lot of shit on the home front.
“I fuck with the way you and Hov go so hard for each other,” Christian commented, trying to break the ice with something specific.
Noir wasn’t green at all, so she knew what he was trying to get at. “Yea, that’s my nigga, and I love him with everything I have. Same for Knycole and Rock too… when he ain't doing my girl wrong.”
“So, what y’all got going on? Like, she goes with Rock, and you and Hov mess around?” he asked, diverting his eyes from the road to her and back again.
Amusement danced on her face. “Nigga, what you think is going on between us?”
“Stop playing with me and answer my damn question,” he said before the sound of his phone blared through the car’s speakers. The nameChantadanced across the screen.
“Nothing compared to what you and Chanta got going on,” she shot back through gritted teeth. “You can answer the phone since she’s been calling you all damn day.”
“If I wanted to answer, I would’ve. I’m with the person that matters to me.”
“Do I always matter or only when I’m in your face?” she asked, needing clarification.
The two of them had been rocking heavily for two months now, and although she felt like they were a couple, no titles had been placed on what they had going on. Not that she was in a rush to be his girlfriend since she was still playing the field.
“You my girl,” Christian said with confidence.
He was one of the biggest niggas in the game, thanks to his father, with first pick of all the women in the city, but he was choosing her. Noir was special to him. Her young ass brightened his days with her quick wit and sex appeal. She was cool as a fan and could fuck him into submission.
Noir turned her face away. “If I’m your girl, who is she?” she asked as his phone rang again.
“Yea?” he picked up the call.
“Daddy, when you gon’ come see me? It’s been a week and we miss you,” Chanta purred into the phone.
Noir’s eyes shot daggers his way. His masculine Adams apple went up and down as he took a hard swallow. He was busted but knew he could redeem himself. “Chanta, I’m with my girl, and we just made this shit official, so I can't fuck with you anymore.”
She scoffed. “You can't fuck with me? I mean, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her little young ass. I know that child ain't giving it to you like me, so when you get done trying to impress her, hit my line. You have a blessed day, Noir,” Chanta promulgated before ending the call.
“Bitch!” Noir screamed, unbeknownst to the fact that she had hung up. “So, you just fucked that slut last week?!” she screamed with her glare trained on him.
“We just made it official.” Christian shrugged.
Quickly, she reached over and popped him upside his head. “And we just made this shit unofficial. I fuckin’ hate you! Oooh, I need to make an appointment to get checked. Nakorea told me to watch out for dirty dick ass niggas like you. I can't wait to get out this car from with your triflin’ ass!” She was livid. Her body shook uncontrollably, but one thing about Noir, she wasn’t going to let anyone see her sweat.
Christian tried to talk her off the ledge, but she had completely shut down. Noir was no good to him while she was in that state, and unbeknownst to him, she was the queen at moving on. Especially when she’d made up in her mind to leave a situation alone.
Knycole felt so good. She had experienced another year around the sun, and although her life had done acrobats, she felt extremely blessed. Her friends had shown up and shown out for her big day. Like clockwork, Ms. Nakorea had given her a cake and cooked tacos to commence the celebration. Hov showed up with a fresh ass Gucci outfit that matched the one he wore. Keeping up with the dress code, Noir wore a nice little Gucci fit too, courtesy of a begging and pleading Christian. Still, she was giving him her ass to kiss. He and Hov had become rather close from working together, which meant he was invited to the light turn up at the local club. With the girls being underaged, Hov had to pay a grip to get them in, which wasn’t unheard of. Inthe hood, teens were known for frequenting adult clubs since the streets had them feeling old, well beyond their years.
“Bitch, it’s your muthafuckin’ birthday!” Noir screamed as they walked into their section for the night. “We about to turn the fuck up!”
With a smile on her face, Knycole took in the decorations that were set up for her. Yellow and silver balloons floated around, filling her heart with love. She was so appreciative of her friends for going all out for her. With the way her life had been the last seventeen years, a celebration was needed. It was a miracle she was still among the living with a sane mind. The life she’d experienced would leave the toughest soldiers weakened. Not her though. She took everything in strides knowing it could only get better.
“Yesss!” Knycole yelled, swaying to the music playing in the club.
“Aye, calm down,” Christian directed to Noir, who threw him the middle finger. “Whenever you’re ready for this sorry dick, just let me know.” He licked his lips watching her ass shake. Noir had a sick body. She was toned in all the right places with curves that could make you motion sick.
“Eww, I don’t want shit Chanta has had.” Noir rolled her eyes, causing Knycole to snicker.
Hov grabbed Knycole’s hand, pulling her to him. “You happy?” he whispered in her ear, needing to hear her say it. He needed words to match the actions. One without the other always left him second guessing and doubting himself.
