That Girl: Bre

don’t think I can ever forgive her.” I shared. This is another thing Jemar, and I could relate to. He didn’t have a relationship with his mother because when she and his dad broke up, she sent him to go live with him. She didn’t want to be a mother if she couldn’t be a whole family. Honestly, the story sounded crazy, and Jemar never really talked about her. I don’t even know if she still lived in the city or not. I know that she was still alive because he would often ignore her calls, and sometimes when his dad called, he would ask about her. His dad never seemed to be mad at her, but Jemar acted as if he hated her.

“I’ll never forgive my mother. Fuck her.” He said. I finally took the covers off my head and looked at him. Jemar could play tough all he wanted, but I saw the hurt in his eyes. I sat up and wrapped my arms around him while laying my head on his back. I listened to him breathe for a minute.

“Are you going back out?” I asked him after ten minutes of silence.

“Nah.” He said, and I smiled. I was wearing one of his t-shirts and nothing under it. I leaned back in the bed and moved over to give him room. I was finally in the mood, well I was still feeling nauseous, but I could manage. Jemar gave me a look, and I confirmed what he was asking with a smile. He wasted no time taking off his clothes except his boxer and got in the bed. He kissed my lips, and I kissed his back.

“I love you.” He said as he entered me.

“I love you too.” I gasped as my body was getting familiar with his again. I closed my eyes and wished this feeling and moment could last forever.

∞∞∞

“That’s game, bitch!” Jemar yelled from the living room. I rolled my eyes because he was so damn loud.

“Nigga, you cheated!” Frenchie, his friend, yelled back. They were never told to use their inside voice in elementary school. His friends have been over here for the last two days, getting on my last nerve. And I never understood why they were over here so much when they each had a home to go. But Jemar lived without any adults, so this was the place to do whatever they wanted to do.

“Do y’all always have to be so loud?” I yelled as I walked into the bedroom. I was cleaning up since this was now my place too, and I couldn’t live in filth. I spent three hours cleaning up the kitchen, living room, and bathroom. I only had to tackle the bedroom, but I was waiting for Jemar because it’s the least he could do since I cleaned everything else. I walked over to the dresser and cut my pink Beats pill on, turning the volume up high to tune them assholes out. “Boss Ass Bitch” Remix ft Nicki Minaj was blasting and was my favorite song.

“Yo, I employ these niggas

They be grown men, but I little-boy these niggas

Want the cookie, so I gotta Chips Ahoy these niggas

But I never iPhone, Android these niggas”

When I walked into the living room. Jemar and Frenchie were sitting in front of the big ass tv, playing NBA 2K. Jace, Ricardo, DayDay, Marco, and 3Bit were lounging on the couch, watching and bagging up weed. Marco or Demarco was actually my blood cousin. He was my Aunt’s Cookie’s son. We weren’t close, and you could tell because he irritated my soul. And I was surprised to see him when Jemar brought him around. And yes, Jemar sold drugs, weed as far as I knew,  that’s how he kept money. All that talk about getting a “real” job was a damn lie, but I couldn’t complain because I never wanted for anything. He always kept the bills paid, food in the fridge, and clothes on our back.

Pussy like girls, damn, is my pussy gay?

It’s a holiday- Play with my pussy day!

Pussy this, pussy that, pussy takin’

Pussy ride dick like she a Jamaican

Pussy stay warm, pussy on vacation

I rapped in front of Jemar. He was so into the game that he was barely paying me any attention. And it was crazy how whenever music was on, I was never shy. I loved music, was really passionate about it, and wanted to become a singer. I even wrote my own songs, but that was my little secret. I was trying to annoy him like how his friends were annoying me ever since they’ve been over here. I could see his friends looking at me and laughing because Jemar was getting upset that he was losing, but his ass was losing before I even walked out here.

“Move, Bre!” He yelled.

Clap, clap, clap for this pussy, nigga

But I can’t give this pussy to a pussy nigga

Aw man, slow down

I ‘ma give you somethin’ that you could hold down

But I can’t give you head, I’m too ill for that

I ‘ma make a movie still Kill Bill for that

“Bre, move. Shit!” He said while moving his head, trying to see the tv behind me.

I said, rule number 1 to be a boss-ass bitch:

Never let a clown nigga try to play you

If he play you, then rule number 2:

Fuck his best friends, then make ’em yes-men

And get a dick pic, and then you press send

And send a red heart and send a kissy face

And tell him that his friends love how your pussy tastes

And that’s rule 3, I’m the school T

My wrists look like I am a jewel thief

But that’s just ’cause I am a boss bitch

Now macaroni cheese and grill my swordfish

“Move, fuck!” He said as he pushed me, thank God I found my balance quick because I would’ve hit the floor.

“Really, Jemar?” I screamed. I was pissed because it wasn’t that serious, I always rapped and sang in front of him. He would be annoyed, but