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SHANA

It’s been a week since my fight with Sasha. The day after it happened, everyone around the way knew about it. Word spreads around quickly in the hood.

Jakim came by the very next day after it went down. He asked if I was all right, like I was the one who got fucked up. I didn’t flip on him for once, and it was kinda cool to see him. Ten minutes after Jakim stopped by, Tyrone drove up. My heart skipped a beat when I saw his black BMW pull up with Jakim sitting outside on my front porch. I know they’re boys, but how would Jakim have reacted if he knew his man was coming to check me? I just sat there next to him as Tyrone came walking up. This is how it all went down:

“What up, Ty?” Jakim said. He got up and gave his man dap and a hoodly hug. I smiled and stared up at Tyrone. I played it cool. I knew he would.

Tyrone and Jakim began to talk. Then Tyrone asked me what happened with me and Shana. I explained. He laughed. “Yo, Shana, you be trippin’,” he said. I just sat there staring at the two of ‘em; they both were looking good. Jakim, he’s my sweetheart, but Tyrone is my freak thing. He can put a hurting on some pussy, I thought to myself. I couldn’t help but clock him even more.

Tyrone had a bag of weed on him and we went through that in no time. We sat around just smoking and talking for the next hour or so. My uncomfortable feeling was relieved when I started getting high; I forgot about my worries and chilled out. Jakim tried to push up on me with Tyrone still present. “You know I still love you,” he said.

Tyrone gave me a look. It was sort of unpleasant, but he didn’t say anything since he already knew the situation between Jakim and I. He appeared to relax a little and continued to smoke. It started getting late and Tyrone decided to leave, but I knew he wanted to say a quick little something to me before he left; I could tell by the look in his eyes. But I did-n’t want to have a private conversation with Jakim still around. He’s not stupid, I thought to myself.

“Yo, Ty, jet me to my crib real quick so I can pick up my whip,” Jakim said. His man dropped him off earlier. His Maxima was parked at his father’s house.

“C’mon, niggah, I should charge you for gas,” Tyrone joked. They both walked toward his car. I followed behind them. As Jakim went around to the passenger side, Tyrone gave me a look. He quickly whispered in my ear while Jakim was getting in the car. “I’ll be back around tonight. Be here.” He was smooth with his.

Tyrone then got in his car and drove off. I stood outside for a moment, collecting my thoughts, until the cool October wind picked up heavily, causing me to run back into the house.

My mother came home later that 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 wonder whether it was even necessary to break up, but like he said himself, men think with their dicks more than with their hearts. I still think that’s just an excuse.

Jakim takes my hand into his and holds it gently. I don’t resist. It feels like we’re a couple again. I quickly get rid of the feeling and get back to reality. He cheated on me. He hurt me, and now we’re separated. I still need time away from him.

We stay out on the boardwalk for another fifteen minutes before going back to his car. I know Jakim wants this night to turn out to be something more. It’s obvious to me that he wants to be out here as lovers instead of just friends.

“You ever think about us?” he asks after we get back in his car.

“Yeah, sometimes.”

“I miss you, Shana.” I remain quiet and look out the passenger window as we head east on the Belt Parkway

Jakim continues. “Do you ever see us getting back together?” Still, I have no words. I have mixed feelings about the situation. I still love him, but us getting back together again is not an option. I’m still having my fun being young and living my life. I finally speak and explain this to him. He listens and nods his head.

It’s a quarter past ten when he finally drops me off at my front door. “Shana, just think about us. I love you,” he says as I get out of the car. I look at him for a few seconds and then head toward my crib. He watches me enter the house. I know I’m his one and only true love. Many females have tried to take my place, but they couldn’t conquer what he still feels for me. They wanted him so badly, but it wasn’t happening with me still around. Even though we’re separated, we’re still in love with each other. He openly shows his love for me, while I keep my feelings more discreet.

I walk into the living room, flick on the lights and see my mother getting her pussy eaten out by Danny on the living room couch. If any other normal teenage girl had walked in on her mother while she was getting her shit eaten, it would probably freak her out. But as I stated before, I’m used to it. And as usual, my mother doesn’t get up and cover herself and Danny doesn’t miss a beat.

I can’t move. I just stand there watching Danny with his shirt off, going down on my mother. It turns me on. I look at his body. His back is covered with tattoos, and there are jailhouse scars on various other parts of his body. I notice gunshot and stab wounds on both sides of his torso. I remain frozen in the same spot. Why not me? I think to myself. He is so fucking fine—too fine for my mother.

“Shana, you gonna stand there and watch us all night?” my mother asks, interrupting my private fantasy of her man.

“No!” I quickly say.

I leave and let them be. I can hear my mother’s passionate moans throughout the hallway all the way to my bedroom. I have to shut the door; it’s becoming too much for me to bear.

Danny, he could definitely hit this.... I lie down on my bed in a spread eagle position on my back and finger my pussy. I’m horny. I need some dick.

Early the next morning, I go shopping with my Aunt Tina. We hit Jamaica Avenue and Green Acres Mall. I tell her about seeing Danny and my mom getting busy on the couch last night. She laughs. Aunt Tina fantasizes about Danny, too. I mean, what female who knows him doesn’t?—with his fine, brown-skinned ass. We laugh and hit up all the stores. It’s fun shopping with my Aunt. She has very good taste in clothing. Too bad I can’t say the same thing about her choice in men.

As we continue shopping, almost every guy we pass tries to hit on us with the typical male call: “Yo, shorty, let me holla at you,” or “I’m sayin’, boo, y’all are looking too good. What’s y’all name?” I take a few numbers, because I’m not giving out mine.

We get a free cab ride because we flirt with the driver. We always give drivers phony numbers and gas their heads up. Aunt Tina rides up front with some cab drivers, taking it to the next level by giving them a hand massage while they’re driving. I always just sit in the back and laugh. She is such a slut.

My day is going great until I run into Sasha. She’s with three other girls in a store on Jamaica Avenue. I try not to pay her any attention. My aunt takes notice. She knows what went down between me and Sasha, and she asks me if I want her to help me beat that bitch down. I know she’s not kidding. Sasha and the three girls glare at us. I act like I’m browsing through some skirts, paying them no mind at all. Aunt Tina glares back, cursing them under her breath. If anything goes down in this store, I know she has my back. My aunt can throw down better than me.