No Love

In Due Time

"Bitch it's the summer slam, everybody and their momma going to be there and your ass talking about staying home?" Nikki yelled as I sat on my bedroom floor eating ice.

"It's not that. I have a month and a half to be here before school starts back, and I need to prep going into another year of college" I replied.

"Hoe that's bullshit! Your ass just trying to avoid Jarell. He still hasn't called you since you let him hit it?" Nikki asked.

"It's not about that, I'm not even thinking about his ass" I replied lying through my teeth.

"Yea right, I guess I have fool written across my forehead. I will say the best way to get over a nigga is to get up under a new one" Nikki replied going in my closet and pulling out my nude halter top, knee length tube dress.

"Nikki oh my God, your so aggravating" I yelled snatching dress.

"I love it when I get my way now hurry up, all your ass do is sleep and eat anyway so I'm actually helping you" Nikki replied as she exited my room.

I disrobed as I grabbed my Victoria Secret lotion and rubbed my body down. Looking in my full length mirror I gazed at my beautiful shape and although Jarell was cool he admitted from the beginning that he wasn't single, and I would be a fool to think I could come between that. It bothered me that I haven't heard from him after experiencing the best feeling I've ever felt. That night Jarell did more than just take my virginity, he made me feel safe and for the first time. I didn't think about the troubles I experienced growing up. Grabbing the cup of ice I poured the remaining cubes down my throat and crunched my life away. It was something about the cold sensation and the little cubes swarming in my mouth that put my mind and body at ease. I reached for the dress and slide it over my body looking in the mirror again. I looked too damn good and if a nigga couldn't appreciate that then fuck him, I think. Adding my gold Michael Kors watch accessories along with my Prada sandals Ms. Catherine bought me, I was ready to go. I let the curls in my long hair hang as they bounced with each step I took.

Nikki and I exited the house as we hopped into my Malibu, which was my high school graduation gift from Ms. Catherine as well. Needless to say she took good care of me and I loved her more than she could ever imagine, that's why I fought so hard not to get distracted and finish college. Because after all she's done for me all she asked in return is that I finish school, I made her that promise and I'm sticking to it. Hopping on the interstate I made my way downtown Orlando to the fair grounds. Summer slam is an big event held during the summer, where all the black owned businesses sold their products, cooked, and up and coming artist would rap or sing. Everybody who was anybody would be in attendance and the moment we paid for parking I knew I would see everyone from high school and then some. After parking and getting out of the car we met up with Barbie and Tanisha. Barbie sported an all pink Adidas track suit with jacket and shorts that damn near had her ass cheeks hanging out. Tanisha sported and all over bodysuit that draped down in the front and left nothing to the imagination.

"Hey ladies" Barbie and Tanisha sang in unison giving us both hugs.

"Where the fuck you been Angel, we've missed you! I thought you said you were turning up all summer with us and after one night your ass got ghost" Tanisha asked noticing my brief absence.

"She couldn't hang, but my girl is backkkkk" Nikki replied which made me smile, Nikki knew all the detail about what happened after the club, but Tanisha and Barbie had no clue which is the way I preferred it.

"Here ladies take this shot before we head in, I need all of us to have some fun today so here" Barbie spoke passing each of us a shot of Vodka. It was just what I needed to deal with today's event. Feeling the liquor burn as it hit the back of my throat was nasty as hell, but I needed it. I took another shot and was ready to go. After paying we all walked into the summer slam event to see it crowded with people. It was only six o'clock in the evening and the line was still long as hell to get into the entrance. Holding my clutch we all walked in looking good as hell even though some of us–not saying any names–Barbie and Tanisha was hoochie as ever. We didn't make it far before a group of niggas had all of us pulled over by their cars trying to holla. As each girl engaged into conversation, the driver of a cocaine white 2014 Range Rover pulled me to the side. At first glance I was about to diss him, until I realized who it was and he looked completely different.