"How long you 'gone be mad at me for, Mama?" Derek asked, rubbing my lower back after I threw myself onto his bed, burying my face deep into the pillow. We'd just came back from celebrating my third consecutive win, and the silent treatment I was giving him on the way back was only making him more frustrated.
After getting that first stressful win out the way, the next two were easier. But it was what happened at dinner with my parents that had me so annoyed with Derek.
And most people wouldn't really trip over it, but it was the embarrassment of how Derek responded to my 'Daddy' call across the dinner table. That nigga was so oblivious, certain that I was calling for his ass.
My mom stifled a snicker and my daddy's reaction is what tore through me from the inside out, his shocked expression still vivid in my mind.
Everyone stopped eating and we fell into an awkward silence for a moment, with my dad side-eyeing Derek briefly before awkwardly smiling and going back to his food.
"Derek," I muttered, my cheeks still scorching like a hot summer day in Atlanta as I relive that moment in my mind, over and over again. So I finally brought my head up to look at him "All you had to do was keep eating... but nooo, 'yo ass just had to pick your head up and respond with 'hm?'... Like, nigga come onnnn! That shit was so fucking embarrasing, I can't look my daddy in the eyes ever againnn!" I whined, kicking my legs in a tantrum. Then I went to throw my head back down into the pillow.
Derek chuckled, rubbing my back some more, probably looking at me like I'm being a crybaby.
"Ain't shit funny, Derek," I growled, my voice muffled by the pillow.
"I know, Mama, and I'm sorry. Shit, I'm still embarrassed 'bout it too, but they know we grown," he murmured, his lips now brushing against my shoulder blade as he spoke from behind me. Then he moved some of my hair away and proceeded to kiss his way down my nape. "And you know I like doin' grown stuff to you."
"Mmm, stop it... Derek," I protested weakly, turning around to push his head away. I'm trying so hard to stand my ground but he slow kisses me, then my chin and neck, working his way down.
"Why, Mama? Lemme taste it one...more...time." He said, whispering and taunting me with his succulent lips.
And before I let him do what I thought he was about to do, his phone started buzzing.
When he dug into his back pocket to check, we peered at the screen, seeing that it was a group FaceTime call, 'Vonte, Nico and Chris' name all displayed on top of the screen.
"Hold on, baby, I'm 'bout to tell them we busy." He mumbled into my mouth, pulling back a little so he could hit the 'accept call' button.
"Mhm." I said, rolling my eyes, because it's Thursday night, and I already know why their asses are calling.
"The fuck y'all niggas want?"
"Yuuuurrrrrr!" Javonte yelled loudly into the phone, Nico and Chris laughing then bird calling through the speakers as well.
Derek and I laughed, and the irritation I was feeling instantly dissipated. I cover my face with my hands as Derek's head drops into my shoulder. "Aye, y'all niggas need to go somewhere, forreal."
"Nigga shut the fuck up and hop on!" Nico's voice came through the phone, Derek laughing some more, weakly. "Hurry up, next round of deathmatch 'bout to start..."
"Mmcht, hold on!"
So Derek muted us and turned the camera away, looking at me and I smiled, nodding my head. Even though we can't see them, we can still hear the others, acting a fool in the background of the call.
