Gay Is The Way: The Ghetto

Chapter One

I grip the sheets and stare up at the ceiling. My mouth gasp open and a bitch can't breathe.

I've never felt this kind of good shit in my life. My legs feel tingly and the cool air brushes my skin giving me goosebumps.

"Damn....." He says, out of breath. "Never knew you was like THAT, shawty. Keep doing what you do, and a nigga just might cuff yo ass."

I look at the side of his face. His perfect jawline and perfect nose. The way he slips the joint between his perfect juicy pink lips...

But he would never cuff me. He would never claim me as his, and only his. He only wanted to fuck. He just wanted to bust a nut before his girl come home and they start arguing and fighting over some petty shit.

There's a small part of me that feels bad for her. She's probably at work, getting that money to make her man happy. But her man is sleeping with a 15 year old who just started her period three years ago.

This would be considered as rape, but the first thing he whispered in my ear, the one thing that made me stay, was "No one needs to know what we got."

No one needs to know about us. And the other men I get hooked up with. But some how, I'm always back here, next to him, and I believe this is a sign.

A sign that we belong together.

He blows a cloud of smoke in the air and I watch as he turn and look at me with those big brown eyes.

Oh jesus take the wheel.

"You need a ride home?" He asks me. "Or you gonna walk?"

And just like that, my heart is broken. Like he smacked the shit out of me. Tears threaten to spill out and I just nod my head.

"I'll walk," I whispered.

A smirk appeared on his face, and just as I leaned in for a kiss, he turned his head.

"You should leave before she come," he said. "Don't want any problems."

Me neither.

So I take my shit and leave.

But I know I'll be back.

I just know it.