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  "Nigga ain't too smart, he just did two years." I replied back to what Missy said, pointing my folk at her.

  "Bitch, two years ain't shit when that nigga is supposed to have twenty-five to life. And to only do two, baby boy can’t be that dumb. Remember Blue from Tarry Town? Rumor is Blaze ass did that shit," Kimmy finished for Missy.

  Blue was a cool ass white boy, I heard he’d hit a trap out in Tarry Town and the dude’s spot he hit killed him, hell, killed everybody in the house. It was about six other people in there, but I didn't know if Blaze did that. He didn’t seem like a killer to me, but I really couldn’t say, for the simple fact I didn’t know him.

  If it was true, my brother knew this and brought that nigga around me, to my crib, King ass must really trust Blaze. Otherwise, why would he bring dude around me to begin with.

  If his ass did do that, I was cool on tryin’ to find out what his head game was like.

  "Okay, enough about that. What we doing tonight? It's Saturday and I don't have to go back to work until Monday and school on Tuesday. I don't want to be home alone." I hated to be by myself.

  "I'm with you on that. I'm cool on Voodoo for a while after last night," Angel started before her eyes lit up. "Ooh, Joe’s having a barbeque at the Rex. I think it starts at five," Angel said, looking at her phone.

  The Rex was a recreational hall on the beach that King bought about a year or so prior. He had it open for the kids Monday through Thursday so they could play basketball, volleyball, or whatnot. But as soon as Friday hit, it was a different story. That’s when all those ratchet ass hoes came out and you’d find out who was fucking whose baby daddy, or who got burnt that week. Shit got crazy Friday through Sunday.

  "That's cool, I got this purple, black, and silver two piece I could wear with a purple wrap," I said more to myself then them.

  Ebony laughed before nudging me. "Your purple ass, I need to find me something, though."

  "Bitch, you’re in a mall with hundreds of stores—" I started, but Ebony cut me off.

  "I said find, not buy. Unless you want to buy me something to wear…" Ebony trailed off, batting her lashes. I looked behind me for a split second before turning back to her.

  "Do I look like King to you?" I asked her.

  "Kind of, you both have the same nose, eyes—” I looked at her like she was crazy. “What?" She stared at me with her head tilted sideways, making us laugh.

  "Damn, you’ve been studying that man hard, huh?" Angel asked with a laugh. "I don't blame you, that man is just nasty sexy. If he wasn't with, you I'd ride his ass, no lie."

  Shaking my head, I stood up, throwing my food away. "Ebony, I got you, though. I need to find some black bangles to go with my swimsuit. Y'all ready to go?" I asked them.

  "Go ahead, we'll just meet up later. I got to take my black ass back to work," Kimmy stated, getting up.

  "Yeah, I got a class in about thirty minutes," Angel, replied as she too stood.

  I turned to look at Missy who wasn't even paying attention because she was too busy eye fuckin’ some dude across the food court.

  "Damn shame, I swear." Laughing, I shook my head. "Well, Missy, we'll leave you to that," I told her as dude started walking over.

  "Okay, I'll call y'all at four-thirty. Bye ladies," she waved us off as the guy reached the table. "Hey, Papi," we heard Missy saying.

  Ebony and I walked around the mall for another hour before finding her a red and blue swimsuit along with my bangles from Carson’s.

  We went to Sassi Soles to find some shoes to go with our swimsuits. Ebony found a pair of blue and red wedges whereas I just went with a pair of simple, black, tie up the leg wedges. By the time we finished shopping, it was four-thirty.

  "Thanks, Peaches, I'll text the girls and let them know we’re meeting up at Kimmy's at six-thirty, then we’ll go to The Rex's from her place," Ebony said.

  "Okay…" My words trailed off at her glaring face. “What?”

  "Peaches, don't just be saying that shit and show up an hour later." I waved her off while opening my car door.

  "I promise I’ma be there on time, seven-thirty, right?" My serious expression had her eyes slanting.

  "I’ma beat yo ass if you late," Ebony threatened and I smiled at her.

  "I won't. Damn, E. Did King not give you some today?" Playfully I asked.

  "Fuck you, hoe. Bye," she gave me the finger before getting in her Honda Civic Sedan.

  Still laughing, I hopped in my car that was parked right in front of Ebony's. Turning on the air, I pulled out and went straight home.

  CHAPTER 3

  Getting out of the shower, I dried myself off. Then tucked the towel tightly above my chest as I left out of the bathroom. I headed to my closet where I grabbed my swimsuit from its hanger, then laid it on the bed.

  After I laid my shorts out, I grabbed the lotion off of my dresser, putting some on. Just as I was done my phone started ringing.

  King’s name flashed across the screen, so I answered it.

  “What's up?”

  “What you doing?” He asked and I shrugged even though he couldn't see me.

  “Shit, getting ready to go to Joe's barbeque at The Rex with the girls. Why?” I replied while putting the phone on speaker, then grabbing my swim bottoms and slipping them on.

  “Oh, okay. Peaches, don't be up there acting an ass either, you gon’ mess around and get one of these little niggas hurt, no lie.” Rolling my eyes, I let out a heavy sigh. “No need for that damn noise.”

  “King, it’s not like that. As I said before, it's just head. Nothing more, nothing less, period. So, let it go. Dang, you irritating sometimes.” Mumbling that last bit, I tied my top around my neck and back. Before King could catch onto the ending of my statement, I started talking again. “Oh, y'all were wrong as hell for leaving my kitchen like that and for drinking my damn beers. Y'all better have my money too," I told him, making him laugh. “Don’t laugh because ain’t shit funny, King.”

  “Man, chill, we'll pay for yo damn beers.

  “Just my beers, I think not. My hot polish sausages too, and at my prices.”

  ‘I’ight, Peaches, whatever. So, you and yo girls, huh?’ King stated, making me shake my head.

  His ass was hopeless.

  “Yes, including Ebony.” I laughed as I answered his unasked question.

  ‘I’ight, I might come through and see what's up. Be safe, Peaches. Remember what I said, I don't mind bodying none of these niggas.”

  Again, another sigh left my mouth, it was never ending with him. “I know. Bye, King.”

  “I ain't playing, Peaches,” he continued, irritating me more.

  “Okay, damn!” I snapped into the phone.

  “Get fuck'd up, but I'll see you later. Bye,” he laughed.

  I think he purposely likes to piss me off at times.

  “Love you, King. Bye.” Not waiting on his reply, I hung up then tossed my phone to the side. I swear that boy get on my damn nerves, but I was going to do me regardless of what King said. I wasn’t down his throat when he had hoes on his dick. Besides, it wasn’t like I was fuckin’ those niggas. It was just oral sex, them doing me.

  Putting on my short black shorts, I then grabbed my black wedges, tying the strings up either leg.

  After spraying myself with Victoria Secret’s Love Spell, I grabbed my necklace that had a pair of purple spiked brass knuckles hanging from the chain, which stopped right above my breast. I gave myself a once over, not seeing anything that needed to be added or changed, I was ready to go.

  It wasn’t until I picked up my phone for the time that I cussed out loud. Seeing that it was six-twenty had me quickly grabbing my wrap and wallet, then quickly leaving my room.

  Snatching my keys from the table by the door, I left my apartment, not bothering to answer my ringing phone as I threw my stuff in the passenger seat and left.

  I parked in front of Kimmy's house only to see the other girls’ cars already there. Ebony’s ass b
etter not start talking shit. Ringing the bell once, the door was thrown open and Kimmy’s sister just stood there looking at me.

  "Where Kim at?" I asked her, not wanting to play with her at that moment.

  Kimmy lived with her older sister, Mya, since she was seventeen when their mother started dating again. Dude she was with wasn't right and tried raping Kim one night that King dropped me off over there. We got there just in time and King almost killed him, but with Kimmy crying and begging him not to, saying she just wanted to go, King brought her back home with us. Mya wasn't there that night, but when she came looking for Kim we told her what happened and she took Kimmy. Ever since then they’d been living together.

  Mya was five years older than us, but with the way her ass acted, you’d think she was five years younger. Hell, ten.

  "Damn, you can't speak, Peaches?" Mya asked, leaning against the door frame with her arms folded over her chest.

  "You the one looking at me like you have a problem," I told her as she looked me over, smiling. "Go on, Mya. Don't nobody have time for you today, move." Pushing past her, I walked in the house. "Kimmy!" I yelled.

  "Damn, Peach, you looking good. When we gon’ get together?" Laughing, I shook my head at her. Mya was beautiful hands down and any guy would have loved to be with her, but she preferred women. Mya was a straight fem and that's how she liked her women. Baby girl had hoes. Bitches would straight fight over her like they fought over dudes. Shit would be crazy. Even so, she still pulled chicks. Dangerous game if you asked me, fatal attraction even.

  Bitches were crazy possessive at times, especially when you messed with something they considered theirs.

  Mya and her women were a disaster waiting to happen.

  "Mya, don't even. I don’t have time for none of yo ratchet ass hoes to be coming after me because you can't keep that tongue in yo mouth or that strap in your pants." Mya glared at me hard as we walked to the backyard.

  "So, you got jokes, huh? Fuck you too, Peaches. Bald headed bitch," she snapped, muffing me from behind. Turning around, I punched her in the chest.

  "Mya, keep your hands to yourself before I beat that ass.” Mya let out a cough as she rubbed her chest.

  “I got you, Peaches.” Ignoring her, I walked fully into the yard.

  “Bitches!" I yelled to my girls before pushing Mya away from me. "Girl, go on. Kimmy, get yo damn sister." I laughed.

  "You late, trick. We were about to start without you," Ebony said, holding up a bottle of Tequila in one hand and a shot glass in another. “Yo black ass shouldn’t even be involved in this, seeing as yo ass can’t ever be on time for shit.” Rolling my eyes at her, I snatched the shot glass out her hand.

  "Hoe, but I’m here now. So lose the bitchy attitude and give me kisses.” Puckered up, Ebony laughed before pushing me away from her. “So, what time we’re leaving anyway? Because I do plan on swimming." They all looked at me and then rolled their eyes.

  "Bitch, you can't swim," they said in unison before bursting out laughing.

  "King taught me how to swim when I was eight. Don't play me," I said while filling my shot glass. “Okay, on three.” After counting, we all tossed our glasses back.

  Ten shots and a cup later, we were tipsy as hell and the sun was killing us.

  "We need to go. King’s supposed to be at The Rex—" I started, but Ebony cut me off.

  "I'm ready, oops," Ebony said, jumping out of her seat only to fall right back down, knocking the half empty bottle of Don off the table. Fixing herself, she stood again, fluffing her straight hair. "Okay, now I'm ready," she said, almost tripping over her feet. Looking at the others girls, we burst out laughing.

  Okay, so maybe we were a little more than tipsy.

  "Look at her, and she be acting stank when he around. Ebony don't be using my brother because you drunk and need some." I laughed while grabbing my bottle of water.

  "That man is fine. I'll be fucking him if it wasn’t for Ebony," Missy said, sighing.

  "Bitch, don't even think about it. That's mine—" Ebony started until Angel cut her off.

  "E, sit yo ass down, y'all ain't together. If he wants to share that dick of his, I'll gladly take it, front, back, side to side, it don't even matter. We can even sixty-nine it," Angel joked, smacking her lips before laughing as Ebony threw a cup of water at her. "Bitch!" Angel yelled with a laugh.

  “Hoe, we got back together last night so talk what you know.” Ebony had me rolling my eyes because it was typical of her and King. He’d get caught cheating, she’d leave him for a few days, a week tops before they’d be right back together again.

  What was the point of the breakup if she was going to take him right back knowing he wasn’t going to change? I couldn’t do that or be with someone that cheated.

  "Come on, y'all, let’s go. I wanna dance," Kimmy said, pulling Angel up and dancing with her.

  "And I need some head," I added, looking at the girls and laughing.

  "I can help you with that," Mya said, licking her lips, making me roll my eyes.

  "That's yo damn problem, always got that damn tongue out like a thirsty ass dog," Missy told Mya, causing us to burst out laughing once again.

  "Missy, shut yo jealous ass the fuck up. If you wanted me to play with that pussy again, all you had to do was ask." I think all of our mouths dropped watching Missy’s face turn red.

  "I knew it!" Kimmy yelled loudly, causing all of us to look at her. "Yo ass was coming over here way too much and half the time I wasn't even here, talking about I was waiting on you. Oh, My God, Missy. Ugh, why? Have you been to the clinic yet?" We fell out laughing so hard. Kimmy’s ass was stupid.

  "Fuck y'all. It was a one-time thing and bitch I'm always over here," Missy defended herself.

  "You lying. I knew y'all were a little too close up in that kitchen. It's okay, Missy. I got yo back when her hoes come for that ass." Angel said laughing, we we’re all agreeing on what she said. Mya’s hoes were sure to come.

  "Y'all get on my nerves, I'm gone," Missy said, getting up as she walked past Mya who grabbed a hand full of Missy's ass, then squeezed it and slapped it hard. That caused her to receive a punch to the back. "Ain't nobody playing with yo ass, Mya. Make me knock yo ass out," Missy snapped.

  "Trick, we grown. If you like to play with cat, so what bitch, do you. Just don't play with Mya's cat," I told Missy while wrapping my arm around her shoulder as we made our way through the house, to the front door.

  "She does give some good head, better than most these nigga's," Missy said.

  Shaking my head, I pushed away from her, laughing. "Yo ass just nasty, ugh!" I said, hurrying to my car and opening the door. "Last one there buys lunch for the week!" I yelled before quickly getting into the car, starting it up, then pulling off, laughing as I went.

  A short while later I wasn’t laughing anymore.

  Ain't this ‘bout a bitch, here I am thinking I'm about to win this when my dumbass get caught by a freaking train!

  Once the train went by, I took off over the tracks, then jumped over a curb as I rounded a corner, glad there were no kids around. After running at least three stop signs, I made it to The Rex at the same time Angel did, but she parked before me. Hopefully none of the other girls saw that.

  Quickly trying to jump out of the car to beat Angel, I forgot all about putting the car in park and ended up hitting the yellow pole in front of me.

  Oh, my God!

  Putting my baby in park, I quickly jumped out, running to the front to look at the damage.

  Oh, my God!

  Maybe I was drunker than I realized because next thing I knew I burst out crying, bawling my eyes out. Seeing that had the girls running over to me.

  “Peaches, stop crying, sweetie. It’s not that bad,” Kimmy said, looking at my car.

  “Not bad? Kim, look at that! Oh, my God!” Grabbing my phone, I called my brother.

  “Yo, Peach, what’s up?” King answered and I started bawling harder.

  “Ki
ng, I was just in accident .Oh, my God! I can't breathe, King.” I sobbed into the phone.

  “What? Peaches, calm down. Are you hurt? Where you at?” King asked.

  “Yeah, my head hurts! I'm at Rex's. Oh, my God, my baby. King, she's messed up, this can't be fixed. I can't believe this,” I cried, sitting in front of my car as I heard laughing. Seeing all four of my girls on the ground laughing their asses off made me cry even more. "Y'all laughing, I could've died. Look at my baby!" Hearing that made them laugh harder.

  “Peaches, calm down, I'll be pulling up in a minute. Did you see who hit you?” King asked and I shook my head.

  “King, I can't talk, just hurry, please.” With that, I hung up, falling to the ground sobbing.

  “Peaches, get up and clean yo face. It's not even that serious, boo.” Kimmy said, trying to pull me up.

  “Not that serious? Look at her, I can't believe I was in an accident. Dude, I saw my life flash before my eyes—” I was cut off as they started laughing again. Then I heard the sound of tires screeching on the pavement and car doors slamming.

  "Peaches!" King called before coming to me. "What happened? Where you hurt at? Do you need to go to the hospital?" He looked me over, and not seeing any marks on my body, King pulled me to my feet.

  "I'm fine, look at her.” I cried as I pointed to my car. “How am I going to fix that? This is unfixable! Oh, my God!" I cried once more, falling into King.

  "Let me look at the car, okay?" Nodding my head, I moved back and he turned to look at my car then back at me before walking around the car looking at it once more. "Where you was hit at?" He asked dumbly.

  "Right there," I pointed to my front grill.

  "Where?" Walking to the damage, I pointed again.

  "Look right there. Now tell me you don't see that." It was then I noticed Sam and Blaze because they started laughing.

  "Peaches, I'm about to slap the shit outda you. You called me crying over a damn scratch that you can barely even see!" He snapped. "This shit ain't funny. Peaches, get yo ass out my face before you make me put my hands on you, real talk," King snapped before looking at his friends. "Can you believe this shit? From the way she crying I'm thinking her ass dying. Not over a fucking scratch you can barely see. Man, her ass almost gave me a fucking heart attack."