evening with Danny. They had just come from Kentucky Fried Chicken. She was staying over at his house when I had that fight with Sasha. I swiped a leg, two thighs and a couple of biscuits, and ran my ass to my room. Naja gave me a call. She wanted to know the deal between me and Sasha. Latish called, too, wanting to know the same.
Tyrone, just as he promised, came back around eleven that night. I brought him into my room where we talked for an hour, then fucked our brains out. He wanted to know if it was really over between Jakim and me. I told him yes, but that he still had feelings for me.
And that’s how that went down. Tyrone’s feelings for me have grown even more now. But he knows what it is between us—just sex. We even had a quick talk about it. We agreed that if our feelings got involved, it would fuck up everything. Tyrone continues to see other people. I do the same, but when we’re together, we both get what we want.
There’s a rumor spreading around the neighborhood that Sasha and a few of her girls are planning to retaliate and jump on me. But that’s a rumor I heard a week ago, and there still hasn’t been any action. And I haven’t seen her since our little incident, so I’m not sweating it. I’m just going on with my life.
My girls, Naja and Latish, are planning on going out to Manhattan to check out Club New York. I decide to roll out there with them and get my party on, too. My plans change when Jakim pulls up. He insists that I go out with him tonight. He says he wants to talk to me about something serious. I tell him yeah; I’m really in no mood to travel out to Manhattan anyway.
I remember how sweet he can be when he opens the passenger
door of his car for me and carefully lets me in, shutting the door behind me. I inform him that this isn’t a date; we’re just hanging out together. It doesn’t mean that we’re getting back together. He agrees.
We stop at a Burger King and then he drives out to Coney Island in Brooklyn, where everything is closed down for the winter. He parks the car, and we get out to walk across the boardwalk.
We discuss old times, and I gaze out at the ocean, arms folded across my chest. I try to keep warm as Jakim makes conversation with me. “I’m surprised you’re not cursing me out,” he says.
“No reason to right now.”
“You always had a wicked tongue.”
“That’s because I keeps it real. You should’ve known better—my man or not. You played yourself when you hurt my feelings, Jakim.”
“But I didn’t play you out.”
“Two years together and you want to fuck that stink ho down the block from me.”
“Well, I was wrong about that, Shana. You know how we men get; sometimes we think more with our dicks than with our hearts. I know I fucked up with you.”
“Yes, you did.”
He stops walking. “But me and you, we’re cool, right?” he asks.
“Yeah, we’re still cool,” I say smiling.
“That’s all I need to hear,” he replies.
We continue to walk further down the boardwalk. He does most of the talking while I mainly just listen. I gaze out at the ocean again and see the moonlight gleaming over it. I start to reminisce on the days when he and I would do this frequently. Jakim was always so romantic and smooth.
He knew all the hot spots to take a girl to. He knew the right words to say. If we got into an argument, then the very next day he would show up at my door with flowers and candy like it was Valentine’s Day. I would forgive him and we would have make-up sex. If he was running the streets with Tyrone and the rest of his boys, he would always take time out to give me a call. And the thing I liked the most about him was that he never showed off in front of his boys while I was with him; he would always show me affection right in front of them.
They would watch us and hate. They would say he was pussy whipped. But he didn’t care. He even told me “I love you” in front of his friends a few times. Sometimes I
Tyrone, just as he promised, came back around eleven that night. I brought him into my room where we talked for an hour, then fucked our brains out. He wanted to know if it was really over between Jakim and me. I told him yes, but that he still had feelings for me.
And that’s how that went down. Tyrone’s feelings for me have grown even more now. But he knows what it is between us—just sex. We even had a quick talk about it. We agreed that if our feelings got involved, it would fuck up everything. Tyrone continues to see other people. I do the same, but when we’re together, we both get what we want.
There’s a rumor spreading around the neighborhood that Sasha and a few of her girls are planning to retaliate and jump on me. But that’s a rumor I heard a week ago, and there still hasn’t been any action. And I haven’t seen her since our little incident, so I’m not sweating it. I’m just going on with my life.
My girls, Naja and Latish, are planning on going out to Manhattan to check out Club New York. I decide to roll out there with them and get my party on, too. My plans change when Jakim pulls up. He insists that I go out with him tonight. He says he wants to talk to me about something serious. I tell him yeah; I’m really in no mood to travel out to Manhattan anyway.
I remember how sweet he can be when he opens the passenger
door of his car for me and carefully lets me in, shutting the door behind me. I inform him that this isn’t a date; we’re just hanging out together. It doesn’t mean that we’re getting back together. He agrees.
We stop at a Burger King and then he drives out to Coney Island in Brooklyn, where everything is closed down for the winter. He parks the car, and we get out to walk across the boardwalk.
We discuss old times, and I gaze out at the ocean, arms folded across my chest. I try to keep warm as Jakim makes conversation with me. “I’m surprised you’re not cursing me out,” he says.
“No reason to right now.”
“You always had a wicked tongue.”
“That’s because I keeps it real. You should’ve known better—my man or not. You played yourself when you hurt my feelings, Jakim.”
“But I didn’t play you out.”
“Two years together and you want to fuck that stink ho down the block from me.”
“Well, I was wrong about that, Shana. You know how we men get; sometimes we think more with our dicks than with our hearts. I know I fucked up with you.”
“Yes, you did.”
He stops walking. “But me and you, we’re cool, right?” he asks.
“Yeah, we’re still cool,” I say smiling.
“That’s all I need to hear,” he replies.
We continue to walk further down the boardwalk. He does most of the talking while I mainly just listen. I gaze out at the ocean again and see the moonlight gleaming over it. I start to reminisce on the days when he and I would do this frequently. Jakim was always so romantic and smooth.
He knew all the hot spots to take a girl to. He knew the right words to say. If we got into an argument, then the very next day he would show up at my door with flowers and candy like it was Valentine’s Day. I would forgive him and we would have make-up sex. If he was running the streets with Tyrone and the rest of his boys, he would always take time out to give me a call. And the thing I liked the most about him was that he never showed off in front of his boys while I was with him; he would always show me affection right in front of them.
They would watch us and hate. They would say he was pussy whipped. But he didn’t care. He even told me “I love you” in front of his friends a few times. Sometimes I
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