Not Your Side Chick

Chapter 4

Naudia P.O.V

I sat at the table swallowing down my second beer. The past two weeks have been emotionally rough for me. Jerome proposed to Megan. He did it at dinner the same week we kissed. I know he felt it because I did too. The spark and the longing to finally do it after soo many long years. It felt right. For us to be kissing and me waking up in his arms. But for some reason, I wasn't enough. I watched as him and Megan danced like no tomorrow. We were out celebrating their engagement. The whole party just made me feel glum. And on top of everything Mosiah and Aaliyah got together and their lovemaking is hard to sleep through. I've been staying two-three hours after the school closes waiting on Rilley's parents. I just need a release. Something fresh and new. I went back up to the bar and ordered a drink. "Something strong that'll make me forget tonight ever happened."

"What are you trying to forget." I turn to the voice to find a tall Italian man. A thick beard adorned his face and hair covered his eyes. He was cute and just what I need.

"Why would you want to know?" I downed my drink and dropped a few bills on the counter. I was totally buzzed and feeling promiscuous. I fluffed my hair and pulled my dress down a little making my ladies pop out of my dress a little. "Are you coming or are you just gonna watch?" I got on the dance floor and let my body do the rest. I felt good I felt free and when I felt a warm presence behind me it went my body into overdrive. I shook my hips harder and somehow I ended up giving him sloppy kisses and in the passenger seat of his car. 

Jerome P.O.V

Tonight we were celebrating my engagement but I can't help but keep my eyes on one person. It's like my body is on autopilot. Ever since the kiss all I can do it think about her. Her soft plump lips. Her skin. The way her love handles curved. Megan didn't have many curves. She worked out hard and long in the gym probably longer than I do and I play ball. Speaking of ball I have drafts in a month. I was hoping to be walking in with the girl who was down when it all started but I guess Meg is good too. He danced the way we always did a balloon space apart, my hand on her hips and her hands in the air. I longed for the touch of her body on mine but I wouldn't get that. She was a classy woman. I've never spent the night at her house and she only gives me sie hugs. I wish I could have more but isn't it great that she has the class? I looked over and watched as Naudia swung her hangs in the air freely. Her hair was all over her face and her smile was contagious. I looked back at Megan to see her dress still looks like how it was when we left the house. Her hair is still straight and curled under and her makeup is without a smudge even after hours of dancing. When I look back up I see her stagger off hand in someone else's and I can't help but wish it was me.