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  Salena and I both looked at each other, shrugging our shoulders as if we were asking each other if either one of us knew him. We both came up short with the boy’s identity. I took note that both dudes were wearing football jerseys with their uniform pants.

  “Fuck all that.” This nigga reached around Dro, trying to tag my dumb ass. I ducked just as this Dro person picked the dude up as if he were picking up his toddler pushing him. Salena grabbed my stunned ass, pushing me to the back of the crowd.

  The dude gathered his footing, pushing Dro back.

  “Steph, nigga, we cool. This ain’t what you want though, dog. Go ahead on, man.”

  “Fuck you, nigga. This ain’t your fight. Yo, dog, you see my eye? That bitch got my shit leaking. She won’t walk away from this shit!”

  I watched from the back as this nigga was scanning the crowd for me. His eyes went back to Dro, taking a swing.

  I hope this nigga does not get his ass whooped trying to save my ass.

  If I felt like shit before, I would feel like a fucking manure plant if Dro lost trying to fight my battles. Hell, he might’ve wanted to beat my ass. All because of this fucking scar. The root of all my problems. This scar.

  “Damn, he fucking that Steph dude up!” Salena snatched at my arm while putting her balled-up fist to her mouth. She leaned back, blowing into her fist.

  I looked up in time to see this Dro dude serve up a two piece and biscuit. The only thing missing was the man on Mortal Kombat saying, “Finish him.” No exaggeration, the dude Steph dropped to the ground. He was laid out on the ground, snoring. I’d always heard about somebody being put to sleep, but I’d never known it to be true.

  “Damn. Man, let’s make this a half day and get the fuck out of here.” I shrugged as I quickly grabbed up Salena just as the student officials and the Detroit Police Department’s gang squad started to flood the school’s auditorium. I learned early on at Denby when the gang squad showed up that somebody was going to jail. Calling Unc to come get me from jail? Ha! Not on my to-do list, especially after him taking me in. He was barely old enough to be my brother. So, no, no, I would not be adding to an already overflowing bill. Not to mention my uncle wasn’t the type who wanted to visit a jail in any shape or form.

  “I guess we walking home from school today then, huh?” Salena asked, giggling.

  “Yeah, I guess so.”

  Salena and I started to make the short trek home.

  “So, have you talked to Shawn?” The second the question left my mouth I began to regret it. Shawn was Salena’s brother, my uncle’s friend. Shortly after I came to live with Nathan, Shawn was slapped with a couple years’ sentence. He was charged with intent to distribute. Shawn and Salena were as close as a brother and sister could be. Needless to say, I probably shouldn’t have brought up the subject.

  “Yeah, man, I talked to him today before school. One day at a time. Today he’s closer to coming home than he was yesterday, right?”

  “Right!”

  I loved that about Salena. She was tough. Even if she was hurting, nobody was going see it unless she wanted you to.

  Just like that, that was the end of that discussion. Salena said nothing else. And if you knew Salena, then you knew if she didn’t want to talk, you should just leave it alone.

  Of course, the walk home got quiet until a horn beeped, causing us both to roll our eyes. Horn blowing is for whores. Mama taught me that early on. So we kept walking. I turned around at the sound of a car door opening. In Detroit? I looked at Salena, giving her the eye. We were about to take off like some track stars.

  “Whoa! That’s how y’all do the nigga who’s catching notches on his belt for y’all? I mean I’m still seventy-two and zero.” The guy Dro approached us, jogging.

  It wasn’t until that moment that I was able to get a good look at him. Damn, he was fine. He had brown skin, and he was tall and commanding with dark eyes. That was enough for me, man. Nah, he wasn’t pretty by anybody’s definition. He had a rugged look about him. Well, as a rugged as a high school student could look anyway. Unconsciously I took about two steps behind Salena, pulling my hair down and covering my scar as much as I could. Placing something over my scar had become a habit of mine.

  “Thanks for what you did back there.” I couldn’t help but speak up. I mean the incident was my entire fault. As much as I didn’t want to talk, I had to thank the boy.

  “Yeah, that was real stand up of you. Appreciate it,” Salena finished, sensing I was uncomfortable.

  “Thank ya kindly. You’re far too kind,” Dro came back, laughing at himself and quoting Jay-Z. He shifted his eyes to me. I felt it. I didn’t meet his stare though. I mean why would I? Looking in his eyes meant that I would see the same questioning look that I hated. While I was left smitten, he would pity me. He would have a questioning look. I was out of my league, and I knew it.

  “What’s y’all names?”

  “Salena.”

  “Scar.”

  Salena rolled her eyes, smacking her lips. I knew she wanted to say something, but she didn’t.

  “Scar huh?”

  I nodded.

  “Call me sometime, Scar.”

  “Yo, Tineya, bring it back.” Dro waving his hand in my face brought me back from my wicked-ass daydream.

  “Stop, dummy!” I smacked his hand from my face.

  “Look, I know I been messing up, but I appreciate you sticking around. I need you to rock with me. I can make it up to you.”

  “How so?” Don’t judge me!

  “Man, what you doing for your birthday?”

  “I might go out.”

  I watched Dro’s whole demeanor straighten up as if he was aggravated.

  “What you gotta go out for? I mean shit, we can stay in, chill, and watch movies or something.”

  “I know, but I’m tired of letting this day get the best of me. And I said I might go out.”

  “I mean shit, fuck that going-out shit. That shit overrated. I like that you my chill girl. You don’t have to do all that extra shit.” Dro basically put an end to the conversation.

  One thing about this nigga was I knew him. He was genuinely a sweet guy. I mean we were friends before we leveled up. Nah, I couldn’t even say we leveled up because it sure didn’t feel that way. I’ll say since we started to fuck around. Like literally nothing changed but the date on the calendar and my ability to see through his charades.

  See, he wanted me to himself. Yet, he wouldn’t commit to just me. See, Deardo and Salena were really my only friends. They were who knew my story. Both knew all my demons and battles in dealing with my parents along with my battle wounds and scars. There was a big difference between Dro and Salena though. Salena would never try to keep me in or play into my weaknesses. She was always uplifting from the time I officially met her.

  Dro was the exact opposite. Once we started having sex, it was like he wanted me, but he wanted me in the dark. He was my first. Sex with him always got better and better. If I wasn’t sure about his feelings for me, they always poured out during sex. Sex was never an issue. After we crossed over from “just friends” to “more than friends,” he would say little things. He would say enough but think he wasn’t hurting my feelings. You know the whole “you cute, but you have that scar.” “You got some grade A pussy, but you have that scar.” “Your body is out cold, but you have that scar.” “I love you, but you have that scar.” “I want you to be my girl for real, but you got that scar.”

  How was I supposed to get over this scar while it was being thrown in my face disguised as a compliment? Who else would want me with this scar? Was it just easier to deal with somebody I’d been dealing with forever? For so long I’d been dealing with this, but I could honestly say I was tired.

  Dro started walking in my direction. I quickly stood up, pretending to stretch. I just didn’t want him to get me on the bed.

  He stopped midstep. “Damn,” slipped from his mouth.

  I looked down at my cl
othes, realizing that I only wore the famous Instagram outfit: gray sports bra and matching gray boy shorts. See, Dro was crazy about my body. Always had been.

  He took his hand, using only his index finger to rub up the curve of my waistline.

  “Nope. Deardo. G’on ’head on. Ain’t shit up.”

  “What you mean?” His voice dropped on octave or two. This was something that only happened when he was horny. He pulled me into him, talking into my neck.

  Don’t judge me. Just that fast, I was all in, but he didn’t have to know that. I could use the distraction.

  “Nah, I’m straight. It’s already been taken care of,” I whispered.

  Dro’s body stiffened. He quickly recovered as if something flashed across his mind. He continued kissing my neck and rubbing all over my body. “You ain’t crazy, baby. You know a nigga would lose it if somebody else touched what’s mine.”

  He yanked my shorts down while pushing me back onto the bed, with his two fingers resembling a gun with his eye over his thumb. It looked like he was looking through a scope. The fool even had one eye squinted and leaning into his makeshift gun. He pulled his makeshift hammer back on his makeshift gun.

  Crazy-ass nigga, right? Okay, no judgment, but that crazy-ass shit turned me on. I’ma tell y’all why. When you love a nigga, but you know a nigga don’t love you how he should, this is the only point of our “situationship” that I knew the nigga loved. His mean, evil ass was soft in the bed. He gave it all to me. But only in the bedroom. It was the only time I felt all the love.

  “But let me check to be sure.” He took a long, deep smell, damn near putting his nose up in my pussy.

  “Um.”

  “Nah, this my pussy.” Using his tongue, he took a long, soft stroke from the bottom to the top of my pussy.

  “Wait.” I couldn’t take it, so I slid back on the bed, planting my feet on the bed for assistance.

  “Nah, ain’t no running.” Dro hooked his hands around my calf muscles. He mimicked the dogs on the “feed the animals” commercials, looking so uncomfortable.

  “Um. Um. Ummmm.” I was fighting a losing battle. When the nigga got his hands on me, my body just reacted.

  Slurp. Slurp. Lick. Lick.

  “Dro.”

  “Yum. Yum. Yum.” He was in a zone. His mouth was sopping wet, almost mimicking somebody using a biscuit to wipe up the gravy. He pulled and pushed my clit in between his lips with a good amount of pressure.

  “Shit, I’m about to cum.”

  “Good!” Dro ran his face all around the lips around my pussy. He was allowing my juices to flow all over his chin and lips.

  Dro lifted his body up, coming eye level with me. He placed soft kisses onto my sensitive skin. I was putty in his hands.

  When did we get to the bed? I breathed deep, my chest going up and down.

  “Open up, Tineya.” He used his knees to open my legs wider. He rubbed his thick mushroom tip up against the opening of my pussy. He used it to coat his dick and spread it all around my vagina.

  “You gon’ let me in?” He asked his rhetorical question not waiting for an answer. He inched his way in.

  “Hmm.”

  “Sss.”

  The first contact was always intense, always as if he were breaking through walls. No pun intended.

  “Girl, you think I don’t love this shit? Damn.”

  “Shut up.” I shook my head feverishly. I didn’t want to hear that shit. I was mad at him. I was hurt by him. I hated that I loved him. It always amazed me. A person could make you feel amazing in one situation, yet that same person could make you feel the lowest. So, you see, I didn’t want all that soft shit. I wanted to fuck. I didn’t want to hear Dro sell me dreams. At this moment, I wasn’t buying.

  “Nigga, who you talking to?” he questioned with a knowing smirk. “What you want to do?

  “Shit,” was the only answer I could get out as he continued to open me up.

  “Huh?” He went in. In and out. Out and In.

  “Let me get on top.” I continued to push up toward him.

  “Yeah? You got that.”

  He flipped over, pulling me with him. I took my time to adjust to his dick. I began to rock slowly. Up, down. All around. Up, halfway down. Pelvis-to-pelvis grinding.

  “Damn, girl!”

  That was all the ammo I needed. I went from being down on my shins to planting both feet onto the bed. I was placing my forearms on my thighs, causing us both to go crazy. Our grunts and moans took over the room.

  “Umm.”

  “Uh. Uh. Uh.”

  Somehow Dro sat up, wrapping his arms around me, and began to trust his pelvis into mine. I matched him, meeting him halfway.

  “Wait, where’d you go?”

  “Stop. I want it from the back. You know I can’t be doing all that for a long time.”

  We laughed together as we repositioned.

  I felt a long lick from the front of my pussy to my asshole. I shivered. Dro then licked the chunkiest part of my ass cheek.

  Smack!

  “Ouch! Stupid!”

  “Shut up. Damn. Anybody ever told you that yo’ ass talk too much?”

  Giving me no time to even think about his smart-ass mouth, he plunged into me deep and forceful. I could only gasp.

  “I don’t see yo’ ass talking no more.”

  Challenged accepted.

  I threw my breasts into the bed, making the arch in my back deeper. I went to work. I concentrated on the task at hand. I crashed my hips into him. Fast. Then slow. Working my hips in circles.

  “Whoa. Shit! Slow down.”

  I knew I had him right where I wanted him. I slowed up. I clenched my walls around his dick.

  “Girl. Come on. Stop fucking playing. I’m about to cum.”

  “Uhhh!”

  “Where you want me to put it?”

  Knowing just what he liked, I used my hand, pulling my ass cheeks apart. He liked the contrast of my little hand on my juicy ass.

  “Here it cum.”

  Splat.

  We lay flat on the bed, me on my stomach with Dro lying on his back.

  * * *

  “So, I was thinking maybe after I handle a little business we can go to dinner or something.”

  I looked up with a blank look as he came from the bathroom. As strong as my poker face was, I was jumping for joy on the inside. I wanted to hang out with him.

  “All right, Tineya. I’ll be back here to get you in about three hours.”

  * * *

  Ring. Ring. Ring.

  “Nothing more irritating than this iPhone ringtone,” I said, waking up. “Damn what time is it?” I wondered, turning on the light and sitting up in my bed. I started to hear heels clicking down the hallway, coming toward my bedroom. My phone was ringing at the same time.

  “Damn. Okay. You look nice! You looking like the best money that I’ve ever spent,” Salena said surprisingly. “I mean besides the fact that you look like you just woke up.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh at Salena’s ability to have a full conversation with herself.

  “Where you was going? Or coming from?” she questioned, sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. Things hit me like a ton of bricks. “You better not cry! Just tell me what’s wrong.”

  “Dro.”

  “Hmm. What a surprise. What happened?”

  “Man. He weak as fuck. I don’t know why I allow him to do this shit to me. He pissed me off. I asked him to come eat with me after I got my hair done. He gave me every excuse in the world why he couldn’t come to lunch. He ended up on my doorstep with a Kay Jewelers bag.”

  “What, Tineya?” a surprised Salena asked.

  I put my finger up, signaling her it wasn’t like that. “I look in the bag. A Kay Jewelers bag, expecting jewelry. You know, nothing too meaningful but a piece of jewelry. You know, since it’s a jewelry bag.”

  “Tineya!” She was over me extra in my explaining of the bag.

  �
�It was money in the bottom of the bag.”

  “This nigga Dro is stupid.”

  “Yes, girl, he gave me some money to furnish my spot. How romantic. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m appreciative of anything anybody gives me, but I’m looking for some kind of validation of what we’re doing.”

  “I get it. His stupid ass should’ve done more. Hell, he could’ve gone lighter on the pockets and gotten something more meaningful.”

  “My sentiments exactly. But here’s the kicker: we go back and forth for a while and end up having sex. Of course he all in his feelings. Letting emotions and shit come out. Even said he wanted to hang out after he handled some business.”

  “Damn, Tineya. Don’t tell me this nigga stood you up.”

  “Sure looks that way. That was hours ago. I don’t even have a missed call, no text. Not even a fucking smoke signal.” I could only chuckle to keep from crying.

  “Aye, don’t you drop another fucking tear on Dro’s sorry ass. Today is your birthday. I don’t care if it’s damn near over. Go freshen up, and we’ll go to that party that Nathan was talking about.”

  “I don’t really feel—”

  “It wasn’t a question. Come on.”

  I got up with a smack of my lips.

  “And, Tineya, even though Dro is a big disappointment, it’s not my decision to make. I won’t even attempt to offer an opinion tonight. I just want you to enjoy tonight and worry about tomorrow tomorrow.”

  “You got it.”

  * * *

  Big Sean and Metro Boomin’s “Savage Time” blasted through the club’s speakers as we made our way inside. The club was way too crowded by my standards, but I was keeping that comment to myself.

  “Aye, y’all beautiful ladies need a booth?”

  A promotor walked up to us immediately, trying to get us to pay a couple hundred for a booth. Since there were probably a million different niggas on the bill, the promotors would attack you just to make a couple dollars.

  “Yeah, I guess so, since it’s my baby’s birthday.”

  “Hmm. Straight up? Oh, I guess I gotta look out for the birthday girl.”

  “Look who’s already got a booth. Sir, I appreciate it, but my uncle’s already here. Thanks anyway.”