Teenage Love Affair

Chapter 5

ZSA-ZSA IN THE MM ⬆⬆⬆⬆

Ring the alarm, I've been through this too long. . .
-Beyoncè, "Ring the Alarm"

The crisp autumn wind blew through my hair as I drove over to Ameen's house. I turned the radio on and Jay-Z and Young Jeezy were singing about our president being black. I looked in the rearview mirror and I was too cute for words, my heart was at ease, and I felt as if world peace was achievable again.

I placed my car in gear and my cell phone rang. Asha. . . dang, I should've known she was a little too quiet for too long. I hadn't spoken to her since the night we were together at the Chocolate Bar. I started not to answer the phone, but then again I didn't feel like her cussin' my voice mail out. So heck, whatever, she's not my mother and I can take whatever smart thing she has to say.
"You rang?" I flipped my phone open and said as if I didn't have a care in the world.

"You, shiesty bird, how you gon' stand us u?" Asha spat as I started to drive towards Ameen's

"I didn't stand you up,I texted you."

"You are soooo pathetic. I'll be so glad when you stop lettin' this cat play you. Oh, I can't stand him."

"He is not playin' me, first of all." I waved my index finger as if she could actually see me. "See, this is why I hate telling you anything."

"Whatever. You're the one who told us about how bad he treated you and now you're mad because we're pissed off about it?"

"Well, I'm not mad anymore."

"No, 'cause you too busy wantin' to cupcake with this dude to see that he's doggin' you. You just meet him yesterday,dang. I wish you would just dump him."

"Let me shut you down real quick. Ameen and I have been together for six months, that's a long time. And for real, for real, I don't have to explain anything to you. Just because you don't believe in giving your man a second chance and you up and dumped Bryan---"

"Because he cheated on me. I got the hint!" she screamed.

"Well, Ameen is not cheating on me."

"Okay, Zsa-Zsa," she said calmly. "I'm not gon' argue with you. If you like it, I love it. So anyway, Samaad just called and said he and Malachi would be hanging tonight at Club Heated. I borrowed my brother's car, so me and Courtney about to hit the spot. "You rollin'?"

"No, I'm about to go and see Ameen."

She didn't even respond, she simply hung up. Whatever, trust me, I know how to keep my man and if I don't do right by him somebody else will be right there to jock my spot. And believe me, I am not the one.

I parked in front of Ameen's building. After I got out of the car I smiled and waved at a few of Ameen's partners and I headed into the lobby. The hallway was dark, and the only light came from a naked and blinking bulb hung over the mailboxes. I walked up the stairs, taking two at a time, and then suddenly I came to an abrupt halt and felt as if I'd hit a brick wall. "Dang." I looked up and realized I'd just bumped into Malachi, and said, "You can't say excuse me?"

"Not when somebody bumps into me," he said as he looked down into my face, and it suddenly occurred to me that he was even finer than the last time I saw him.

Don't ask me why, but I stumbled back to the step below and he grabbed my hand. "Heels too high?" He laughed, stepping onto the same step as me.

"No," I snapped, enjoying our closeness a bit too much for my boyfriend to be two flights up. "What are you doing here?"

"Samaad lives here. What you doing here?"

"My boyfriend lives here."

"Your boyfriend?" He smirked.