The Reunion Show (6 page)

“What's up, ma?” he said in a groggy tone.

“What's up is I…I wondered if we could, you know, get a li'l freaky with each other?”

Roc brushed me off. “Go to sleep, Jada. You know we ain't goin' there.”

I caught an attitude. “No, I don't know anything except that you told me it was possible. I'm not gon' sweat you, but what's the big deal?”

Now, he was wide awake and had sat up in the bed. Probably because he didn't want me laying on him anymore.

“The big deal is I have a woman. I don't—”

I put up one finger. “Wait a minute. You also had the same woman when your dick slipped and fell into Chase, didn't you? Why does havin' a woman matter now?”

“Because I say it does, that's why.”

My face was all scrunched up. I was confused. “Really? You weren't thinkin' like that when you were blowin' smoke into her pussy and suckin' it, were you?”

I could see the twisted look on Roc's face; the truth must've upset him.

“Let me say this to you with no intentional disrespect,” he said. “Who I decide to fuck ain't got a damn thing to do with you. When you get done makin' all that noise, no explanation as to why I don't wish to fuck you will be given. If you don't like what I'm sayin' to you, there are five other beds in this room for you to snooze in. Move the fuck away from me, because I'm goin' back to sleep.”

Well damn! I guess his Doberman Pinscher-looking ass told me. I now understood what Chase meant about this motherfucker and his teasing tactics. He never should have touched my butt, invited me to play with his stuff, and then told me he'd be gentle when the time came for us to have sex. Not only was I disturbed by his rejection, but I was also embarrassed that I had put myself out there.

At this point, all I could do was pick up my cracked face from the floor and get out of the bed.

“Excuse me for bein' a thorn in your side.” I got comfortable in another bed next to him. “I shouldn't have overstepped my bounty, and you don't have to tell me twice to stay in my lane. You were very pacific about us hooking up, but no need to worry about me no mo'.”

“I hope not.” He turned and looked in the other direction. “And it's
boundaries
, not bounty. And the Pacific is an ocean.”

I bit down on my lip and tightened my fists. I was about to go over there and bust that mofo upside his head. No his ghetto-talking, thug-life ass didn't try to correct me again, did he? I couldn't give him a pass on this one, not tonight.

“Listen up, street meat. You can go jump yo ass in the Pacific and nobody would miss you. Don't pretend that you some kind of college professor up in here who can teach me a thing or two 'cause you can't. Bounty, boundaries, or bow-tie pasta, you ain't got no business tryin' to correct me when you have proven yourself not to show or know love for the written word. I will stay in my place, so you can take that crooked, long dick of yours and shove it up your own ass. In other words, go fuck yourself, Roc. I hope it feels good to you, as I had hoped it would feel to me.”

Roc refused to turn around and look at me. “Shut the fuck up and go to sleep. I ain't even tryin' to hear all of that noise you makin' right now. Silly.”

“Yo mama silly.”

He didn't respond. I was fuming inside and wanted to keep it going, but whatever. I had something for him, and I would definitely deliver it soon.

Minutes later, all I could hear were Roc's snores. It angered me that he was sleeping peacefully. I looked at the clock, seeing that it was only 10:45 PM. That was considered too early for me, so I yanked the covers aside and got out of bed. I went into the living room and used the cell phone to call my girlfriend, Portia.

“Hello,” she said, sounding like she was smacking on something.

“What you doin'?” I asked.

“I'm on the phone with Tracy. What's good with you?”

“Nothin'. Just bored out of my mind, that's all. Hell House is down to me and this ol' borin' fool, Roc. He's sleepin' right now. I was callin' to see if you would come by to keep me company. You can bring Tracy too, even though I don't care much for her.”

“Are you serious?” Portia shouted. “I thought y'all couldn't invite nobody to come over there?”

“We're not supposed to, but no matter what I do, Roc done already lost this challenge. He just don't know it yet.”

“Whatever you say. I would love to come over there. Give me the address again.”

Even though Portia had dropped me off at Hell House, I gave her the address again. I told her to bring her swimming suit, in case she wanted to take a dip in the pool.

After I got done talking to her, I called Kenny to see what he was up to. Our last conversation didn't go so well, but since Roc had dissed me, I needed somebody to tell me something good.

“Yo,” Kenny said, obviously not recognizing the number. “Who dis'?”

“Jada. What you up to?”

“Sittin' here chillin' with Lavel and Poorboy, smoking some Kush.”

“Oooo, bring me some.”

“Girl, please. Last thing I recall, you didn't even want to tell me where you was at. You only done called me one time, and you know that shit ain't cool.”

“Boo, I'm over here tryin' to handle a li'l somethin' so I can win this paper. I couldn't tell you everything upfront because this was supposed to be private.”

“Yeah, whatever, Jada. You know damn well that you hemmed up somewhere with another nigga, so stop playin'.”

“I just told you what was up. If you don't believe me, you can come and see for yourself. Bring some of that weed with you, and you can bring Poorboy and Lavel with you too.”

There was silence, but a few minutes later, he asked me for the address. I gave it to him and then hurried to change into my swimming suit. I wasn't worried about Roc not one bit, but I did my best to keep quiet so he wouldn't wake up and ruin the fun.

Portia and Tracy arrived first. I looked through the window and saw them walking up the driveway. I hurried to open the door so they wouldn't ring the doorbell and wake up Roc.

“Welcome to my palace,” I bragged, as if Hell House was my residence.

Portia's and Tracy's eyes lit up like Christmas trees as they stepped into the foyer checking out the scenery. They were dressed in one-piece swimming suits that were covered by fishnet robes. As big girls, none of us could do the bikini thing, but we still looked good. Well, Portia and I did. Tracy, on the other hand, looked casket-ready. She had on too much makeup, and the ruby-red lipstick was not working for her.

“This place is off the hook,” Portia said loudly. Her voice was naturally loud, so I hurried her and Tracy to the backyard.

“Girl, why you ain't tell me you was over here doin' it like this?” Portia asked.

“I tried to tell you, but every time we talk, you always talkin' about yourself.”

Portia playfully shoved my shoulder, but she knew I wasn't lying. We sat in the lounging chairs to relax. Portia and Tracy appeared to still be in awe. Tracy and I weren't the best of friends, and the only reason we knew each other was because of our friendship with Portia. It didn't surprise me that she hadn't said much. She always hated on people who had something good going on.

“Tracy, why are you so quiet?” I asked. “Are you all right?”

“I'm good. I'm just surprised by how nice this house is. How did you say you got involved with this Hell House thingy?”

“I didn't say, and I'm not gon' say because only certain, special people were invited to come here.”

“Aw.” She slightly rolled her eyes and looked away at the crystal-blue water in the swimming pool.

“So, girl,” Portia said, “tell me what's been goin' on in here.”

I started to give Portia and Tracy the Hell House scoop. Their mouths hung wide open. They couldn't believe what had gone down, and they were eager to meet Roc and Jaylin.

“Go wake that nigga up,” Portia shouted. “I want to see his ass. If he that fine, he will be goin' home with me tonight.”

Portia needed to quit. If Roc wasn't interested in a fine bitch like me, then he definitely wouldn't go there with a trick like her. I was being nice when I said she looked nice, but truthfully…her lips were black from smoking too much and her blonde weave looked six months old. When this challenge was over, I was going to take my best friend to the beauty shop. Her hair was a hot-ass mess and she needed a complete makeover. She kept on talking about what she would do with Roc, and as she kept talking, my eyes kept shifting to the tracks that were showing in her hair. And was that a booger in her nose I saw? I hoped not. I didn't have the guts to tell her something was hanging from her nose.

The ringing doorbell knocked me out of my thoughts. I quickly jumped up from the table and told Portia and Tracy that I would be right back.

By the time I had reached the door, I could see Kenny banging on it like he was the police. I pulled the door open, but calmed my attitude when he stepped forward to give me a hug.

“What's up, sweetness?” he said, squeezing me tighter.

I couldn't help but to smile, even though Kenny smelled like a gang of liquor mixed with weed. The smell tickled my nose, almost giving it a sting that burned. His friends had the same smell too. I hoped these doggone fools were stable.

“Let me make one thing clear,” I warned. “Don't y'all be comin' up in here tryin' to take nothin' or tear nothin' up. There are cameras all around here, and the owner will prozecute.”

“Prosecute, girl,” Poorboy said with a frown on his face. “I know about that all too well, but just so you know, I don't get off on petty things in people's houses.”

“Same here,” Lavel added and cuffed his dick. “Just point me in the direction of the party, so I can get on some of these hoes up in here.”

“Ain't nobody here but Portia and Tracy. I can assure you that they ain't no hoes.”

“Shiiiit,” Poorboy said. “If you talkin' about yo friend, Portia, then she is a hoe. She waxed me and one of my boy's dicks several times.”

“I doubt that, but you need to take that up with her, not me.”

I walked off feeling a bit irritated. Kenny smacked my butt hard, causing me to quickly turn around.

“Damn, baby. Nigga ain't seen you in a while. You gon' give me a kiss or somethin', ain't you?”

I blushed and was unable to downplay how happy I was to see him. We'd had our problems, but he was sweet in his own little way. Besides, my rent needed to be paid by Monday. I was going to ask him to take care of it for me. He wasn't the finest dude I'd ever dated, and I wished that he'd kept his beard trimmed better. It was a bit on the rough side, as was his hair that he always sported in a short Afro. A gold grille was displayed with every smile, but the one thing I did appreciate about Kenny was the way he dressed. He rocked name-brand clothes from head to toe. Most of his clothes were casual—jeans and T-shirts. His jewelry set him off, and tonight he wore a gold chain that hung about seven inches from his neck. I forgot to tell him to bring his swimming trunks, but I was sure that if the fellas wanted to swim, they would do so in their drawers.

It didn't take long for the party to get started. I cranked up the music, and after tossing back a few drinks, Kenny and me started dancing. The others sat around getting high and drinking. I couldn't tell anyone how many trips we'd made to the bar in the game room, but there were plenty.

“Y'all muthafuckas should've told me there was a pool here,” Poorboy said, removing his shirt and hanging jean shorts. His fat butt jumped into the pool, causing a huge splash that damn near washed all of us away, as we sat nearby.

“Damn, man” Kenny griped. He jumped up from the chair. “You got my shit all wet.”

I couldn't help what I was about to do, but Kenny always looked like he could use a little water. I rushed up from my chair to push him in the water, but slipped and fell on the concrete pavement. No one could contain their laughter, not even me who was beyond fucked up. Kenny strained to lift me in his arms, but with his arms secured around me, Lavel wound up pushing both of us in the water. I couldn't swim, but I knew how to float. I wiggled my way to the top, where I could see everybody cracking up.

“Now, that's how you push somebody in the water.” Lavel swiped his hands together. He was so busy paying attention to us, that when Portia pushed him in the water, she caught him off guard. We all laughed. He splashed water on Portia, drenching her as well. She ran away from the splashing water, but I just shook my head when I saw the crack in her flat, wide ass swallow the swimsuit.

“Girl, get yo swimsuit out yo butt,” I yelled. “That sucker done crawled way up in there.”

“Then stop lookin' at it,” Portia yelled back. She pulled the swimsuit out of her butt. “If you wasn't lookin' then you wouldn't have noticed, hooka. I hate a jealous bitch who thinks she's all that.”

“Hooka or whatever, you need to go sit down. With your legs rubbing together like that, they may grease up and start a fire. If they do, I'mma have to pull out the chicken wings and start frying them, boo.”

“And I'mma have to knock the shit out of you for soundin' so ridiculous. Don't say nothin' else to me, Jada. Trust me when I say you about to get yo feelings hurt.”

See, that was why I never told my friends when they went around looking like damn fools. Everybody always had something smart to say. I kept my mouth shut, until I felt Kenny come up from behind me. He put his arm around my waist and pulled my earlobes with his thick lips.

“I want some loving, girl. You lookin' real good in that swimsuit and that fat ass of yours got my dick dancing. You feel it?”

He grinded against me, but truthfully, there wasn't much for me to feel, other than his potbelly stomach. I hated to be so negative, but the truth was Roc had me in a bad mood.