Love Jones

The Party

One week later...

Finally 5 o'clock hit. Mariah clocked out of work and began her walk home. Once she made it she sighed in relief. She took her jacket off and walked to her room but stopped once she heard a knock at her door. She scrunched her face then walked over to the door, looking through the peephole. She opened the door and saw a smiling Jackson.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" She asked confused.

"Well, the party is tonight. I still didn't get an answer from you and I was kind of hoping you would go." She smiled at him.

"What time is the party?"

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"I don't know about this Jackson." Mariah looked at the motorcycle and frowned.

"I'm licensed and you have nothing to worry about." She looked at him then back at the motorcycle. "I'll go as slow as you want me to."

She smiled at his statement as he grabbed her hand. "As slow as I want?" He stared at her trying not to take his mind to the gutter.

"As slow as you want." He repeated, licking his lips. Mariah had butterflies in her stomach.

"Fine." She hopped on behind him. Jackson gave her the helmet and watched her put it on.

"You ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be. Let's go!" Carefully Jackson eased into traffic. Mariah held onto him tightly and squealed, making him laugh.

"I got you!" He said, then sped up once traffic started moving faster.

Mike shook his head as Jackson pulled up. He knew his friend was liking Mariah. He could tell by the way Jackson looks at her. They both got off of the motorcycle laughing and talking. Mike took another sip of his beer and watched them approach the front door where he was standing.

"Wassup Jack." They two men dapped. "Its good to see you again, Mariah."

"Nice to see you too, Mike."

Antoinette sat in her chair with a glass of wine in her hand. Old school rnb played in the back as everyone conversed with one another. Jackson and Devin were in the kitchen grabbing another beer and talking.

"So you hit yet?" Devin asked with a smile on his face.

"No."

"Why not? She bad as hell."

"I'm aware," Jackson looked at Mariah talking to Pheobe, Mike's wife, and smiled. "But I ain't tryna complicate our friendship?"

"Friendship? You must really like her."

"Yeah, I might." Throughout the rest of the party Mariah and Jackson flirted and talked with one another. When the party ended everyone went to their vehicles.

"I had fun, Jack." Mariah smiled at him.

"Thats good, I seen you and Nett cuttin' the rug." She smiled.

"I mean I do what I do." He laughed at her.

"So you dance for real?" She nodded.

"Yeah, currently attending Juliard Arts for dance." Jackson was surprised to hear that.

"Word?" She nodded. "Aight well lets go dance."

"Right now?"

"Yeah right now. Its this cool spot in the queens, they play reggae music all night long."

"But what if it starts raining again?" He smacked his lips.

"Don't tell me you afraid to get wet." She bit her lip and watched him walk over to the motorcycle.

"I actually dont mind getting wet." She hopped on the bike behind him. Ready for whatever.