You Needed Me A Love Story (8 page)

Since Matikah’s ass ditched me, I decided to just get some food so I could go home to chill. Not having to attend class was cool for the summer, and since I only worked on Mondays and Wednesdays, I had a lot more free time.

I walked into Tasty Burger on Boylston, and my mouth was already watering at the thought of tasting that burger. I couldn’t wait to bite into it and see all the cheese in it. I was a naturally small girl, so I could eat how I wanted. My mom claimed she used to be the same way, so now that she looked like a triple scoop waffle cone, I tried to make sure I worked out here and there to prevent that from happening to me down the line.

I placed my order, getting the big tasty burger and a side salad, then I sat down to wait. I was gonna have water to drink, so I didn’t need to get anything here. I knew it was weird to get a salad as a side with a burger, but I was eccentric like that.

As I sat in the steel chair, my phone chimed, and I saw it was a text from Ethan. He’d been doing a great job, but I was thinking it was only because I hadn’t let him fuck yet. He talked to me a lot, and came over almost every night unless I told him he couldn’t. I don’t know though, for some reason I wasn’t feeling it like I had been in the past. I used to love being around him all the time, but lately I found myself becoming annoyed upon seeing that
on my way
text. A couple times I pretended not to see it, and just didn’t respond. He wasn’t stupid enough to just show up, and if he did, I wouldn’t answer the door anyway.

Ethan:
Hey, see you tonight?

I sighed as I reread the text, just as a figure stood in front of me. When I looked up, there was a skinny girl who was lighter than me, and had a short ass ponytail. She was pretty, but the fact that she felt it was okay to rock that comma ponytail took away from her looks.

“Is there a problem?” I quizzed, confused by the scowl she bore on her face.

“I came to let you know that Ethan is taken and you need to get over the relationship, boo,” she rolled her neck as she spoke each word.

I stared at her and couldn’t help but to laugh. Was she serious? I’d never seen nor heard of her, and I’d seen plenty of bitches that Ethan fucked with. The way she was coming at me, you would think that I would know who the fuck she was. The fact that I’d
never
seen her showed how low on the totem pole of Ethan’s hoes she was.

“Girl, don’t nobody want Ethan like that.”

“I beg to differ, I’ve seen your name pop up on his phone many of times and I’m tired of it. I’ve been looking for you for a while now.”

“To do what exactly, boo? Like I said, don’t nobody want Ethan. And you should delve deeper into your investigations, because then you would see he always texts me first.” I stood up. She was about 5’10”, so she was a nice amount taller than me who stood at 5’4”, but I didn’t care. I was no punk.

“That’s funny, because he was just telling me that he couldn’t get rid of you.”

“Oh really? Was it before or after he cleaned my pussy juice from his beard? Because not too long ago he was eating me out like it was going out of style.”

She immediately shoved me back, and once I caught my balance we began going at it. We were flying all over the place as we swung at one another. She gripped my hair in her hands and began pulling so hard that tears came out of my eyes.

“Hey!” someone inside yelled. I assumed it was a worker of Tasty Burger.

I couldn’t take the pain of her pulling my locks any longer, so I assaulted the only thing I could; those double D cup tits in my face. Chomping down on one, I gritted my teeth causing her to scream out and let go of my hair. She began screaming while pushing my head away, but I kept my grip on her boob as if my life depended on it. Finally, I was pulled off by some random bitch who I snatched away from.

“Take your food and go!” the employee yelled to me, handing me my bag. She then turned to the bitch and told her to leave as well.

As I turned to walk out, my heart fell into the pit of my stomach when I spotted Britain in the doorway. He was with some girl, and they were holding hands. We made eye contact, before I rushed past them both in embarrassment. Tears spilled down my cheeks as all kinds of emotions ran through me. I was upset with Ethan for playing me yet again, and then I was ashamed that Britain had witnessed me acting like some local hood rat.

I ended up passing my car, so I turned around to go back. As I walked, some girl switched up into the parking lot holding a baby.

“Here Juanita, he’s wet.” She handed the baby to the girl I’d just fought who was massaging her sore boob. “You out here actin’ crazy over that nigga when you know he ain’t shit!” she added as they walked to their car. They didn’t notice me staring nor eavesdropping.

“I got his baby, so I mean more to him than these bitches, aight Aisha?” Juanita snapped before climbing into the car.

The mention of her having Ethan’s baby was like a dagger to my heart. Although my love for him had dwindled severely over time, that bit of information still hurt. I loved him, at one point deeply, but he clearly didn’t feel the same and he never would.

When I got into my car, my phone rang and I saw it was him. I decided to answer because I wanted to see if he knew what happened, and what he had to say about it.

“Hello,” I picked up.

“Hey baby, I was thinking we could go to the movies tonight.”

“I met Juanita,” I stated dryly.

“Hello? Goldie? Hello?” he responded after a few moments of silence, and I just scoffed and hung up. That was the best he could come up with? Pretending the phone was going out?

Right when I dropped my phone into the passenger seat, I spotted Britain walking out of Tasty Burger with that girl whose hand he was holding. She was all over him like white on rice, yet he seemed to not be as interested as she was in whatever they had. He glanced over and caught me looking, so I promptly turned away and cranked my car. I was better off staying my ass in the house.

A couple days later…

TQ and I had just left The Paramount on Charles Street where we had a nice big lunch. He promised to take me to the mall, but he got a call and had to tend to some business. I really liked being with him, but I just hated that he was like a doctor on call or something. He was always answering his phone, sighing, and having to leave.

“You promise you’re gonna come back to get me?” I looked over at him with my arms folded across my chest. I hadn’t even known him that long, yet I felt so needy.

“I promise. Have I lied to you yet?”

“No,” I smiled and tousled my hair from one side to the other.

“Aight then, I’m gonna be back. Pack clothes for the week.”

I nodded as I hit the seat belt release button. I then leaned across the center console, letting my lips meet his. Once they did, I gripped his face lightly in my hands to introduce our tongues. I couldn’t help but to close my eyes as we kissed one another like we’d just been pronounced man and wife.

“Go on, ma,” he chuckled and nudged me back lightly. I pecked him once more, before grabbing my duffle bag and getting out.

Rushing up my grandmother’s porch steps, I turned around to watch him speed down my street, and hook a right on Columbia Road.

“Well, well, well,” Matikah came out onto the porch, and when I turned around I saw Goldie standing behind her. I knew she was about to get in my ass about spending all my time with TQ. I hadn’t been home since our date, and they’d both contacted me but got no response.

“Excuse me, ladies,” I half smiled and walked past them.

“Kimberlyn, I thought your little ass had died or something!” my grandma came out wearing her favorite apron.

“Nope, just had a very nice date. Excuse me, Grandma, I’m gonna take a nap.” I rushed to my room, and I could hear Goldie and Matikah right on my heels. I tried to close my door behind me, but Matikah put her foot there before she and Goldie slipped in, shutting my door behind them.

“I want every fucking detail, hoe.” Matikah sat in the chair in my room while Goldie sat on my bed with me.

“He flew me to his big ass house in Bridgeport, and he had a professional chef serve us a full course meal, dessert included. After that, we drank champagne and we talked. The days after that have been just as good.”

“Kimberlyn, did you fuck him? That’s what the fuck we really wanna know,” Goldie looked at me with a semi happy face. I chuckled lightly at her excitement.

I glanced from her to Matikah a couple times, and then nodded my head ‘yes’ making she and Matikah squeal loudly.

“Did it hurt?” Goldie frowned.

“Yeah, a lot, and he’s so freaky,” I replied while laughing. I looked over at Goldie, and she was laughing but her jaw was on the floor.

“I can’t believe you let him play you, Kimberlyn. I thought you were smarter than that, boo.” Goldie shook her head, coming down from her temporary joy.

“How exactly did he play me?”

“He got in your pants and you haven’t even known him for two weeks! This is TQ, all he wants is sex, and once he gets it he’s done with you, I told you that!”

“He took her out though, Goldie. That should mean something,” Matikah chimed in, defending me.

“He took her out, in another state and inside a home. He wouldn’t dare take you out around Boston, and you should be happy he didn’t. If word gets out that you have any connection to Tarenz Quinton, these hoes will make your life hell.”

“He took me to lunch this afternoon in Boston, aight? So he ain’t hiding shit. And I don’t care about these bitches. That’s my man and ain’t nobody gonna get me away from him.”

“Your man? Really?” Matikah bucked her eyes as she played with one of my fuzzy chair pillows.

“Yeah, he told me we were together. He said I needed to be strong, and that I had to be his rider,” I stuck my tongue out and playfully popped my ass, making Matikah giggle.

“You have to be strong because of all the bitches he’s gonna smash,” Goldie scoffed and sighed, but I just rolled my eyes.

“No, he meant because of the business that he’s in. He didn’t say shit about me turning a blind eye. And if that is what he meant, we would not be together.”

“You already gave him your v-card, you can’t just leave,” Goldie frowned.

“Oh yes I can.”

“Both of you are gonna give me a heart attack. The Quinton brothers are only good for one thing, and that’s getting some dick. Trying to be in a relationship with them, is like trying to stir oil and water together,” Goldie attempted to explain.

She was gonna give herself gray hair if she kept worrying about us the way she did. I loved her though, and although she was annoying sometimes, I caught her drift.

“Both of us? What do you mean?” I turned my attention to Matikah.

“I went to Lendsey’s condo a couple days ago to chill. It was cool until some bitch called his phone, so I asked him to take me home.”

“Why did you get mad? He’s not even your man, Matikah?”

“Because I already know how he is. Why would I even dabble with that?”

Matikah was right. TQ, Rhys, Britain, and Lendsey all had reputations with the ladies, but Lendsey and Britain were notorious. They’d smashed so many girls, that it was a surprise that they didn’t have any children. I didn’t blame Matikah for stopping while she was ahead. I’d even heard that Lendsey had a girlfriend who claimed him, but he only claimed her behind closed doors. To make a long story short, he was just a mess.

“So I have something to tell you guys, but you can’t get mad,” Goldie glanced back and forth between Matikah and I.

“No promises,” I said as we waited for her to spill.

“Ethan showed up and I agreed to give him a second chance.”

“Why—”

“Wait, let me finish. So we were doing okay, but for some reason I wasn’t feeling it like usual. Then one day while I was getting some food from Tasty’s, some hoe walks in and presses me. We got to fighting, but the Tasty employee broke it up. But get this, he has a son with that bitch, and worst of all, Britain Quinton witnessed me acting like a Jerry Springer guest,” she exhaled heavily and shook her head at herself.

“This nigga has a kid? You know what, I’m not even surprised about that shit. He was always a slut, and I hope you got an STD test,” Matikah scoffed.

“I didn’t let him fuck me,” Goldie turned her lip up as if the mere thought disgusted her.

“Good. Fuck Ethan, Goldie. I know you loved him, but it’s time to move on. Even you said yourself that this short lived hundredth chance you gave him didn’t feel the same,” I said.

“Yeah,” she nodded slowly.

“Kimberlyn, you have a visitor,” my grandmother peeked into my bedroom.

“Who?” I frowned.

“Saadiq,” she responded, using Gang’s real name.

“Ooooh shit!” Goldie and Matikah said in unison once my grandmother left out.

I stood up, but slowly, because I was still in pain from TQ fucking the shit out of me all night. I walked out of my room, through the living room, and then out the door to see Gang sitting on the large porch steps with his back to the door. I crept up behind him, and then sat down next to him.

After staring straight ahead for a couple moments, he looked to his right at me and said, “You look nice.”

I was wearing some blue skinny jeans, with a heather gray crop top and sandals. My long dark hair was hanging down my back, and I had on some gold hoop earrings.

“Thank you.”

“Where have you been, Kimberlyn? I haven’t seen you since you left my VIP to hang with umm, them Quintons.” I could hear the anger in his tone even though he was trying to mask it.

“That was just two weeks ago.”

“I know, but I’ve dropped by a handful of times since then and you were gone every time. I came by the night of the party, a couple times after that, and then I came by yesterday evening,” he looked at me and then back out into the street. I felt so bad every time we made eye contact.

“Gang, I—”

“Don’t lie, Kimberlyn.”

“I was with TQ those times you came over.” Before I’d even finished, Gang was laughing and shaking his head.

“With TQ, huh? You know he’s just fucking with you to piss me off, he don’t really want you like that, Kimberlyn.” I felt him look at me, but I just stared into the street.

“I thought you guys worked together, why would he do something like that to you?”

“I don’t know, but he saw you and I were kicking it, and now all of a sudden he wants you? Come on now.”

“Gang, it wasn’t like that, he likes me for real and he and I are together. You have to go because I don’t want people telling him I was talking to you.” I stood to my feet. TQ made it clear that I needed to cease all contact with Gang.

“Wooooow Kimberlyn, are you fucking serious? Do you know who the fuck I am? Boston is my muthafuckin’ city! You need to be thankful that I even wanted your hoe ass!” he barked and stood up as well.

“Then as the
King
, you should have no problem getting a new girl to fuck with, Gang.” I turned around and he grabbed my arm, but not roughly.

“Kimberlyn—”

“Gang, you have to go, I told you I don’t want anyone to see us. I’m sorry, I really am, but I wanna be with him.”

“Aight,” he nodded and bit down on his lip roughly. “Did you fuck him?” he asked, causing me to stop in my tracks.

“See you around,” I said before slipping back into the house, and closing the door despite him still standing there. I didn’t want to answer that because it’d be like squeezing lemon juice onto an open wound.

Gang was right, he was the king of this city, which is why him finding someone else would be as easy as pie. I just wanted him to stay away from me, because I was sure TQ would not have that shit at all. I hadn’t known this dude a month, and he already had me gone.