Page 18 of Not A Homie, Lover Or Friend
I cleared my throat. “Yes,” I lied. “I start the spring semester.”
She nodded slowly as she poured us some shots. “Dope. What are you in school for?”
“Law.”
“Ok, future attorney.” She laughed.
All of it sounded good, but it was far from my reality. I grabbed the shot glass from the table and took it back. “What’s your real name?” I asked her.
“Porsha, but please call me Flex.”
The thunder and lightning began going off so crazily outside, my head shot toward the window. “Look, if you want to stay until the storm passes, I’m ok with that. I can use the company. Besides, I want to know more about Foe.” She grinned widely.
I smiled. “My brother is not an easy piece of work. A hood nigga at its finest.”
“Mm, I know. I bet he got some good dick too.”
My face frowned. “That’s my brother. I don’t know about all that, but he got a girlfriend like I told you.”
I could see Flex eyeing me like she wanted to say something else. We poured another shot and took them. “So, you said he’s a part of a biker crew?”
I nodded. “The Zoo Boyz,” I mumbled as my eyes caught the lightning strike.
Storms have always sent my anxiety through the roof. I tried to focus on Flex’s and my conversation, but every time thunder rumbled, it scared me. We had been talking about something random when there was a knock at her door. She got up from the chair to open the door while my radar was on ten.
“What are you doing here?” I heard Flex trying to whisper.
I tried to lean forward to catch a glimpse of who was on the other side. They said a few muttered words back and forth when she stepped back to let him inside. An eerie feeling came over me. It felt dark and uninviting.
“Lakia, this is my ex, Scooter. Scooter, this is my homegirl, Lakia,” Flex introduced us.
He nodded. “Sup.”
Flex pointed to the back before she looked at me. “I will be right back, ok?” she said.
I gave her a tight-lipped smile as she and Scooter disappeared in the back. I sat there as a third wheel, extremely uncomfortable. The longer I sat, the harder it rained. The sound of Flex and Scooter arguing had become so loud that they out-yelled the storm happening outside. Suddenly, they fell quiet, and the thunder grew louder.
I couldn’t stay here, not for another second. For all I knew, that nigga had done something to her back there, and I was next.I knew I needed to get the fuck out of here and go to the only place I needed to be.
FLEX
Scooter popping up at my house unannounced wasn’t a surprise. However, when I called him my ex, I was surprised at how calm he was, that is, until we entered my room. He ran his hand down his face as his eyes narrowed in on me, “Fuck you mean yo ex?” he gritted.
“Like I said, ex, past nigga, ex nigga, a nigga I’m no longer with.”
He placed his prayer hands to his lips, “Oh, so now you’re trying to play me like I’m some fuck nigga!” he shouted as he stepped closer to me. “Porsha, you lost your fucking mind trying to carry me like you're doing.”
It wasn’t that I was trying to carry him, but I had outgrown Kareem. Maybe it was my need for the come up, or I was simply tired, either way, the only thing he could offer me was dick. He and I stood in my bedroom with no words when I heard my front door close, and I knew Lakia had left.Fuck!I thought. I was right in the middle of getting to know more about Foe.
My eyes landed on the bedroom door behind him. “She will be aight,” he mumbled.
The way Scooter stared at me, I knew what he had truly come for. He had been in jail for the last four years. The one thing the nigga could do right was fuck. I knew he would come back everyday until he got what he wanted. I stepped closer toward him, pulling at his hoodie. When I was close enough, he took a grip of my ass in his hand and squeezed it tightly. “You know a nigga miss busting this down,” he grumbled.
I smirked. “I know you do. Show me how much you miss Flex’s pussy.”
He took off his sweater and shirt. I noticed that Scooter had gotten thicker with more tattoos than he had when he went in. He looked fucking good. My tongue glided across my lips as I watched him come out of his pants, then his boxers. The way his stiff dick bounced off the fabric was a sight to see. “Damn!” I whispered.
He quickly grabbed my wrist, twisting it behind my back, stepping forward until my back was against the wall. His dick pulsed between my thighs as he leaned forward and kissed me. Scooter bit into my bottom lip, then sucked my tongue up. He used his free hand to pull my tights down while I used my feet to maneuver out of them. When he let my arm go, he did something I couldn’t believe. He grabbed a condom and slid it on. “I fuck with a little bit, but I don’t know what you’ve been fucking on,” he muttered.
