Ebony's Journey, Macarevhic's Story

Chapter 8 (Ebony)

I slip on a tight form fitting black mini dress with red lace, and some red and black stilettos. I look amazing. Sherese and I are checking out a new club tonight and I need to have some fun. My long black hair is pulled into a ponytail, with a long front bang.

This dress insinuates my long, thick legs. Sherese texts my phone to tell me she's outside and I hurry down stairs. I pass the local wino in the staircase. When I look at him I think of my parents. I wonder what they're doing right now. I don't want to know or think about it. I remember one time mama tried to sell Ivory for a piece of crack. Ivory was probably eleven or twelve at the time, but I put a stop to it. Ivory has never forgiven my mother for it and that probably why Ivory acts they she does.

I can't really blame her for that one. I exit out into the night and I get into Sherese's mom's Dodge Charger. Sherese mom is a nurse and her dad is a mechanic. They make pretty good money, and that's why Sherese hasn't been inside my apartment since my parents been on crack.

I just tell her they go on a lot of business meetings and any other lies I can make up. I slide in the Charger and the leather seats feel like heaven. Sherese is bumping the new Kelly Rowland joint. "What's up girly," greets Sherese. "I'm ready to party to night, I got my grown woman dress on and I'm ready to be seen." she says as she playfully bats her eyelashes. I laugh.

"I know right, I look super fly and we gonna shut the club down tonight." I tell her. "You know it girl." Sherese speeds out of the apartment parking lot towards the club. The charger is a smooth ride, and we sing long to the radios hot jamz station. We pull up to the club and it's packed. The line is stupid long, but we don't have to wait.

Sherese's cousin is the owner and she gets in for free. We walk to the front of the line, passing chicken heads giving us the hater looks, and men making passes at us. I don't see the haters because I got my hater blockers on and yes they are from Gucci.

The bouncer stops us and Sherese tells him we're on the VIP list. He checks the list." Alright go on in." he tells us, and I can feel his eyes watching us as we walk pass him into the club. What a perv! The club is in full swing, and I scan for a sucker to buy me a free drink. Sherese must be doing the same because she's looking around to.

Her search stops when she sees a dude sitting at the bar. I know this ain't Malachi over there. This supposed to be girl's night out. "Sherese is that Malachi over there?" I ask her. She snaps her neck around to looks at me.

"What naw, that's my cousin, the one that own this club. I want to tell him thanks for the invite." she hastily explains. "Oh my bad." I mumble to myself. The dj spins the track to an old Wayne Wonder reggae song and the crowd begins to slowly sway back and forth.

We walk over to the bar, catching stares from the dudes in the crowds. "Jerome, thanks for the invite cuz." Sherese tells her cousin. Jerome get us up from the bar stool, is nothing more than about 5'11, and he's dark-skinned, but he cute with it. He's a'ight, but it's his presence that catches girl's attention.

He just gives off the feeling of power. "No problem cuz," Jerome's eyes catch mine and he gives me nice white smile. I do a little wave. His eyes check me out. "Cuz, who is this sexy little shawty right here?" "Boy please she's the same age as me." Sherese tells him.

"My name is not shawty, it's Ebony." I snap at him. "Oh, my bad I didn't mean no harm Ebony." He grabs my hand and pulls me towards him. I sorta tower over him a little in these heels, but he doesn't seem to mind that. "So, what's up with you?" From the look in his eyes I know what he wants but he not gonna get it, at least not from me.

"Nothing is up with me, just hanging out, trying to have a good time." "Well, Ebony you can hang with me, and we can really have a good time." Oh no I ain't having no sex. I refuse to. He thinking wrong if he thinks I'm some fly by night easy groupie. Arod ain't even had sex with me and he's my boyfriend. What I look like?