More Than That

Call The Man

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes!"

"No." I argued back with Heather, she's been bugging me to use Chris' number for the past few days. I know he said it was okay to hit him up, but I don't think I should.

"Come on Jayde, he gave you his number I believe that's clarification that it's okay to hit him up."

"Hey Jay." My knees buckled at the voice that called my name. I turned around hoping I wasn't blushing like crazy.

"Hey Chris, what's up?" Smooth Jayde, real smooth keep it up.

"My mom showed me your piece. You got talent girl."

This time I knew I was blushing.

"Thanks."

"Why aren't you in the school's art program?"

"The same reason you aren't?" Did I really just reply to him like that? From the look on his face I knew I did.

"Oh really, and what's my reason?"

"They're not open to new ideas, and your graffiti, anime style wouldn't fit their classical style. Neither would my style, even though I tend to do traditional art I tend to put my own spin on it. So why join something when my art is gonna be put in a box?"

He nodded taking my words in, he smirked in my direction.

"That's what I like to hear, speak up for your art and yourself. You don't do that much you should try it more often. A brave face looks good on you, so does a smile." I put my head down in an attempt to hide the blush that was evident on my face.

"By the way I'm still waiting on that text from you." He winked before turning away.

"See!" Heather whisper shouted at me.

"He wants you to text him, so text him."

I internally screamed, he really does wanna talk to me! Oh my god! He wants to talk to me! Since my car was screwed up for a while Heather was my ride home. Of course we couldn't leave until basketball practice was over, so I sat at the one of the single bleachers by myself while Heather sat with her friends. They asked me to sit with them, but I didn't want to impose. I popped my earbuds into my ears, and took my sketch pad out to occupy myself until it was time to go home.

As always I have no idea what I'm drawing. I just see the patterns, and shapes in my head. I got lost in my work, so when I finally zoned back in it looked like a collage of colors, but I knew it was more than that. Holding my drawing farther away from me I noticed it was two bodies forming into one.

"Nice." I heard from over my shoulder. I turned to see who it was.

"Thanks Chris."

"You should let me take you home." He suggested.

"No thanks, my cousin's taking me home."

"Nope, I am I already asked Heather, and sent her on her way. You coming?"

He held his hand out to me. I took it reluctantly. Of course our moment was interrupted.

"Chris!!!" A screeching voice called.

"Man, what do you want?" He seemed annoyed by her presence.

"Why are you talking to her?" She scrunched her face up at me. Not today bitch, I'm still holding in that lil thug that almost destroyed Alsina.

Chris held firmly on to my hand positioning himself in front of me. Every time Ashanti tried to get past him he would move just enough to block her again.

"Yo, chill the fuck out!" He shouted stopping her incessant screeching.

"Chill out, you're telling me to chill out. How do you expect me to do that when my man is all up in this fat hoe face?"

Hoe, me, I would be offended, but I was raised not to address something that's not me. Last I checked I'm definitely not a hoe, I'm no virgin, but I'm no hoe either. Yes you heard right, I'm not a virgin. Don't worry about who it was, no one knows except me and him. Anyway, back to my future babydaddy.

"Ya man, shawty I ain't ya man. I told you last week I was done with you. Oh, you thought that was a joke? Nah, I don't want you. You're gorgeous as hell, but you're so ugly on the inside. I could never be with somebody like that."

By now she was fumbling her lips, and damn near about to give herself an aneurysm trying to force tears out.

"Bruh, don't try to give me them fake ass crocodile tears. Come on Jay I'm taking you home." He tugged my arm gently as he lead me pass a still fuming Ashanti.

"But Chris." She whined. He cut her off quickly.

"Hush! Somebody's callin' my name." He sang his in an old church mother's voice.

"You'll never get to be between my legs ever again."

Chris turned around giving her this goofy grin with his thumbs up.

"Great, the sex was whack, head was whack, you just a whack ass chick with bad sex game. Plus my mama don't even like ya ass!"

Damn! Now that was harsh.

"Sorry you had to see that side of me."

"It's okay. Thank you for what you did back there. I'm sorry about your relationship."

He opened the passenger door for me, and shut the door after I was in the car.

"Don't be, I should have known she was an ugly person. Mom tried telling me she wasn't right for me. I just knew she was wrong, but I forget that moms are never wrong."

I wouldn't know I didn't get to experience having a mom in my teenage years. A comfortable silence falls over us as we continue the drive to my house. Chris pulls up to my house getting out so that he can open my door for me.

"Thanks for bringing me home." He shakes his head smiling at me.

"It's no problem. You can thank me by texting me." He hugged me before watching me retreat into my home.