Worthy of Sin

Three

Zola 'Slim' Monroe || Last week of June.

"So, I was with Ant the other night, right?" Kori says, coming into my bedroom and sitting down on my bed while I stood on a chair, hanging up one of my multiple posters that I'd brought from home with me. Despite me being here for almost a month, I was still getting my unpacking done. For the most part, I'd had my clothes, shoes and accessories all neatly organized in their respective places. The only thing I had to focus on now were these posters and also setting up my collection of tapes, CDs and Vinyls.

I still had to find a record player and stereo set since I couldn't bring mine with me.

"Uh-huh..." I trailed off as a means for her to continue while taping the last Janet poster up on my wall before adjusting my stance on the chair and reaching down for another poster, which would be the Above the Rim movie poster.

"And He was with Sincere, of course, and he asked about you." Good thing my back was turned towards her so she couldn't see the smirk that played on my face— okay, it was a smile.

I just...didn't need her trying to tease me, trying to turn something small into something it didn't need to be. It was just flattering to know he thought and inquired about me outside of my presence.

"Oh, is that right?" I responded, trying to play coy as if I didn't know he already had interest in me. She stood up and grabbed a poster from by me and she made herself useful. "Yeah, he thinks you're cute." I hummed to myself, but yet my smirk still played upon my face as I let her newly revealed information linger in my thoughts and it made me think about him.

"Well, in his words, you fly as fuck. You the bomb, word up." I couldn't help but to snicker at her weak attempt to mock him and his raspy voice. "Oh okay. That's nice," I pressed on the tape firmly to ensure it was secure and wouldn't fall and mess up the vibe I was trying to recreate from my old room back in Oakland.

"So wassup? You want me to put a word in for you or what?"

"No.. I actually have his number. He gave it to me about a week ago at the club. I just haven't called him yet," I could feel her eyes burning into me. I just knew I would be getting an earful from her for giving this man the run around. It's not like it was any of her business anyways, but I wasn't gonna say that because she was sensitive. So, whatever.

"Girl! And you didn't tell me? Why didn't you call him?" She bombarded with questions.

"I didn't think it was that important— I ain't even really checkin' for 'im like that," I said, hopping down from the chair I stood in, finally facing her— well, not really. I avoided eye contact because I was frontin'

I was interested in him before, but knowing his interest ran that deep and he was persistent enough to let it be known to my own cousin that he was feelin' me peaked it, forsure.

"Oh wow," She stared at me with a shocked expression and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "What?"

"Since when did we start lying to each other?" I scoffed and shook my head, "I don't know what you talking about, girl,"

"Yeah, right. It's all in ya' grill... Cheesing harder than a muthafucka'— see?! Look at you!" She teased as I smiled wider and blushed, covering my face. "Shut up, Kori, damn!"

"Nah. Call my brother and quit giving him the run around. What you do with the number? Cause I know you ain't throw it away." She smirked knowingly and she was right because I definitely didn't. I'd just stuffed it into the pocket of my duffle bag so I'd know where to find it.

"You know I didn't and ya' brother, huh?" I questioned with a smirk and she nodded.

"Yeah. I mean, him and Ant practically grew up together and he's probably the only person that knows Ant better than I do— aside from his mama, but she don't like me." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.