While She's 15

Chapter Cinq - I Am Black Woman Independent

  When I go home I come to the conclusion that I should think everything over and go talk to her tomorrow. It’s been a day since our little talk in her yard. I know she needs space and I shouldn’t be breathing down her neck but I really wanted to talk to her yesterday

  And today, well the urge to call her is stronger than my devotion to studying. Every time I open my book to read the assigned chapters I start daydreaming about her and how good she looks wet. And that pink tank top she was wearing, it looks great all snug on her and it probably looks better without a bra…it looks cotton and I can’t help but wonder how hard it’d be to rip it and if she would get mad if I ever did something like that to her

  I closed my book; I need to stop fantasizing about her. She’s fifteen, she’s a minor and it’s wrong for me to think about her the way I do. It’s illegal and wrong.

  That’s why I settle. The girls my age are great, they aren’t Elodine great, but they’re great and although I wish age were just a number I know it isn’t

  I should have thought through all of this sooner, as in yesterday. She probably think I don’t care, or worse she’s probably thinks I’m purposely avoiding her of I forgot

  That’s how girls think. They over assume and get butt hurt really easy. Elodine isn’t the emotional drama queen type but I know she has to be bothered that I haven’t contacted her since…

  I can’t explain what makes me do it but after a while of sitting on my couch thinking about her I call her, and when she answers I tell her that it’s an emergency and she should come to my apartment immediately

  Thirty minutes pass and I’m sort of falling asleep. I finally hear her softly knocking on my door and when I pull the door open she rushes in panicking and asking if everything is okay

  I gather her into my arms and grin down at her “nothing’s wrong Elli, I just needed an excuse for you to come”

  She smacked me, hard. “Seriously Kennett! If I knew I had all the time in the world to come over I would have put makeup on or brushed my hair or something!”

  “You look fine; I like the frumpy look on you”

  She glared at me, folding her arms “I’m sorry that I didn’t have enough to time to dress as sophisticated and chick as your high maintenance girlfriend”

  I ran my hand over her forehead, smoothing her hair over “stop being all snippy, you probably hate me for lying to you but I knew you’d get all black women independent and decide not to come”

  She bit her lip “I am black woman independent” she squirms out of my grasp and walks to the couch “well, what am I here for”

  “Me”

  She turns to look at me, worrying her bottom lip “Kennett, I shouldn’t be here”

  I stood in front of the door “do you seriously want to leave? I’m here, and I’m not wearing a shirt” I felt myself smirk as she looked at my chest, subtly biting her lip “…I know you fantasize about this. You, me, alone…my apartment”

  Her arms wrap around waist and she smiles up at me “I just, I’ll stay…but only on my terms”

  “Depends on your terms”

  She leads me down the hallway and when we reach the end she pushes my bedroom door open

  We stand in front of the door for a while and she’s just staring at me and finally I lean down and smile at her “Elodine”

  She blushes “yeah?”

  “I’m going to kiss you…with tongue, and I might touch you, a little”