“You asking me out again? Six months in advance.” She smirked.
“I’m just saying that’s when the next one coming out. If I still have you around, I may take you.” I joked. I wouldn’t mind going with her again, though. She was a big fan of Marvel comics, and she knew what was going on. I honestly took another chick to see the movie at first, last weekend, but she complained then fell asleep. I ended things early and made plans to see it again the following weekend. When Mikayla hit me up yesterday, asking to hang, I told her my plans, and she asked if she could come. She surprised me when she seemed hyped about going, and she actually stayed awake.
“If?” She said, then punched me in the arm. I slapped her ass, which probably stung because it hurt my hand a little.
“Ouch! That hurt!” She whined.
“My bad. Come here, let me rub it.”
“You gon’ rub it all night.” She said as she came close to me. I placed my hands on her ass and rubbed it. Her booty was so phat and soft. I looked forward to going back to her place and beating these cheeks all night. Shit has been good with us, maybe too good because we have slipped up and not used any protection. It’s crazy how comfortable we were with each other, and it wasn’t on purpose, sometimes it was just in the spirit of the moment. I know I should have been careful after Aniyah’s ass, but I trusted Mikayla. We did get tested together after the first slip up, and she was on birth control.
“Your brother coming through tonight?” I asked. I had yet to bump into him since we started messing around. It was a good thing because I couldn’t see myself explaining who I was or what I was doing to his sister.
“We should. He told me earlier he had a long day planned and would probably crash at one of his other spots or be home in the morning. Are you getting the kids tomorrow?” She asked. After spending more time with Mikayla, I eventually told her about my situation with Aniyah. She knew about the kids too, and she still wanted to hang with me. And speaking of the kids, I finally had a DNA test done, and it turns out both Ariana and Asia were mine. I agreed to get the girls every weekend, and split the holidays; some with me and some with her. We also decided to have separate birthday parties for them. Everything seemed to be okay, but I still wasn’t talking to her. We only communicated through my mother, and I know Aniyah was pissed because she was still hoping to get back together, but shit was dead.
“Yeah, but later on in the day.”
“Good. We can take our time.”
“We always take our time.”
“I know, but this time we can wake up together and not rush to leave.”
“You catching feelings?” I asked, smiling. I was serious but was trying to see where her head was.
“Uh...I-”
“Wayne?” I heard a female say. I turned around and saw somebody I haven’t seen in a long time.
“Jasmine?” I said. I knew it was her, but it had been a while. Mikayla moved behind me, which I found odd.
“The one and only. How have you been?” She said as she hugged me.
“I’m good, and you?” I said while hugging her back.
“I’m good. Real good.” She said while holding her hand up and showing her ring.
“Domo finally wifed you, huh?”
“Sure did. We are getting married next month at the courthouse.”
“Wow, congratulations. I know you’re happy.”
“I am. He makes me very happy.”
“I bet. He took you from me!” I joked. Sometimes my mother would let us spend the summer with Grandma Pep, and I met Jasmine through my cousin Keisha. Then I learned that Chianne was her sister. We were four years apart, but I always saw her as a little sister. She had a crush on me, but I always ignored her forwardness. During one summer, when I finally got my license, I volunteered to take my younger cousins and their friends to Six Flags. Jasmine’s house was last, and I didn’t think about it until I noticed she was the last one in the car. Anywho, right before she got out, she kissed me, and I’m not talking about no little peck. Shawty actually stuck her tongue in my mouth. I immediately shut that shit down and told her she couldn’t do that...ever. I wasn’t into that shit at all, especially after learning about my old friend, Demi’s perverted ass dating Kiara. Shit was not right at all. I had talk to her on some big brother/lil sis shit. I think she was mad that I turned her down, but she eventually got over it and met her boyfriend, Domo. Ever since then, we’ve been cool, and I would sometimes tease her.
“Hmph! You didn’t want me if my memory serves me right.” She said as she rolled her neck and put her hand on her hip.
“You know why, though.”
“Well, it looks like you changed your mind about that age shit.” She smirked and finally acknowledged Mikayla. What did she mean by that? I know Mikayla looked young, but damn did she look that young?
“Hey, Mikayla. You can’t speak?” Jasmine said, then rolled her eyes.
“Hey, Jasmine,” Mikayla said, trying to avoid eye-contact with her.
“Y’all know each other?” I asked, sensing the tension around her.
“We went to Monroe High together,” Mikayla said.
“And your best friend was fucking Keisha’s boyfriend behind her back,” Jasmine stated matter-of-factly.
“That has nothing to do with me.”
“Sure,” Jasmine said as she rolled her eyes again.
“I’m ready to go,” Mikayla whispered into my ear.
“Aight Jas, I’ll see you around. Take care, love.” I said as I hugged her again.
“Watch that bitch,” Jasmine whispered into my ear as she hugged me back. Then she walked away. I turned towards Mikayla and just looked at her. Nothing
