Ms. Carter

Chapter 10

{6:00AM, Saturday Morning}

POV—Maurice

“Ma, are you sure you’re gonna be alright living by yourself?”

She shooed me out of the house with all my bags, I was planning on heading back to college but ever since she had that heart attack she’d scared the whole family. It was bad enough I was already protective of her. I didn’t like how careless she was, it almost made me sort of angry that she tried to make it seem like nothing was wrong with her. But yet again, she’s my mother, and mother knows best right? My mother was, is my rock, I mean I grew up with solely her, my father was hardly around because of his drug addiction and all he did was beat on her and steal from us. Luckily, she was strong enough to take the both of us out of that situation, which caused us to move from Virginia to New York around the age of five. And now here I am at the age of 23, attending NYU on a full ride scholarship for basketball in my Junior year of college and I already knew what I wanted out of life, I had it all planned for me, get into the NBA, find a nice girl for myself, get married and have a couple of little Maurices running around…or so I thought. If not NBA, a nice training job would be just fine with me, anything was good as long as I was able to support myself and a family. As for that special girl? My journey to finding her would start sooner than I expected, and it would all begin the night I came back to school.

{5:00PM, Saturday Afternoon}

“Ayo! Maurice you fiiiiinally brought yo yellow as back, huh?!”

I could hear Mike’s loud ass from across the hall as I walked in the school doors, heading up to my dorm room. Mike was my best friend, like a brother to me almost, we did everything together, if you could find one of us, you could find the other, no doubt. This was actually the first summer we didn’t spend together. He flunked some of his courses, so he had to retake them again, he was a smart kid, but his priorities were just in the wrong places. While I was the bookworm, he was the one always partying, he was an entertainer. He knew where all the hottest clubs, parties and kickbacks were at, matter of fact he’d usually be the one performing at them. I had to give him props though, he definitely knew how to get his money and invest it wisely. But that never stopped him from hitting that same strip club every Saturday night, what was it called again…club…club…

“Man are you gon hit Club Skye with me tonight or what?! You always studying, it’s still summer time and you got ya nose all in the books, come on have some fun man!”

Club Skye…right…the one he kept telling me about, with the strippers and music and everything. I wrinkled my nose thinking of the strippers, I wasn’t really against them but I felt like it was degrading in away, what woman should have to shake her ass for strippers. I mean sure it was nice to look at it, but I wasn’t really right for men to sexualize them like pieces of meat. Then again, it’s her body, and if that’s what she wants to do with it, so be it, it’s not my call and she’s not my child, so I might as well take Mike’s offer and go ahead and see what this nigga is raving about.

I sighed, turning to look at him as I set my bags down onto the bed, “….alright, ALRIGHT, I’ll go with you just this once, but if I don’t like it imma fuck yo lil ass up man.”

He laughed,  lightly shoving me aside, “you always commentin’ on my height, just because you taller than me don’t mean you got more bitches than me! We leavin’ at 10:00, we’ll probably get there around 11:00 or some, so get ready aight?”

I chuckled to myself, nodding slightly, “Yeah I gotchu, I’ll be ready nigga, don’t trip…” I mumbled, watching him go back to his side of the dorm, “this shit just better be worthwhile…”

{11:45PM, Saturday Night}

I roamed around the club, sipping my drink and scanning the room, people watching basically. The music was bumpin’ the bass loudly ringing in my ears; I bobbed my head to the beat, doing a little two step by the bar. I threw a couple hundred every so often, smacking on a girls ass, copping a nice feel if she let me. It was coo’ I guess, I’m just glad Mike got me out of the dorm, I was sick of those same four walls anyways. I brushed passed him, going to get another drink, he didn’t even notice, he was too busy being dragged into the back room for a private dance, it was his third one and the night had barely started. That nigga wasn’t lyin’ when he said he had bitches either. Grabbing my refilled glass, I turned just in time to hear the DJ, scratch the music to make an announcement, he mentioned something about the special dancer for the night, Lady Love or something, and that’s when every male in the room bum rushed the stage with their wallets ready. I furrowed my brows, wondering what all the hype was about, shifting in my seat I waited by the bar, anticipating Ms. Lady Love’s grand entrance, a few moments passed and there he was. Her long blue curly hair, flowing down her back, her soft lips slightly parted, she swayed her hips methodically with the faint music that was playing in the background, sliding her delicate hands up and down her body slowly, showing off her sensuous curves, making every person in the room stare up at her in awe. It was like her presence demanded your attention, if you didn’t have your eyes on her you were the odd one in the crowd. I continued to stare at her, not realizing that Mike had come back in a slight daze, he asked me what all the commotion was about and I simply pointed towards the stage, in a trance from her beauty, and he nodded towards her, slightly smirking and stated, “Oh her? That’s Lady Love,” he laughed some, “why don’t you go ask her for a little dance, playboy.” Still a bit hypnotized, I waited patiently until her stage time was finished, and walked over to her like a gentlemen, introduced myself and she gave me her name in a small quiet voice, that wavered slightly, as if she was worried over something.

“I’m Aaliyah…or Lay, it’s nice to meet you…”