CHAPTER TWELVE
London
After a week had passed with me being totally out of touch with everything, I decided to do lunch with my girls. Ever since Keon’s death, I hadn’t been hanging with them like we used to. I was even more excited to see Nay’s brand new Lexus that she’d been telling me about. I was happy for my girl because she deserved that and so much more.
I heard a car honking, so I peeped out the window. Damn, that bitch was not lying, I thought as I grabbed my purse and walked out the door.
“Hey, girl,” I said as I got into the car.
“Hey, boo. I am so happy that you finally decided to get out of this house. You kind of had me worried, boo.”
“Girl, I ain’t goin’ lie; it’s been hard. You know I didn’t know how much I loved him until I lost him, Nay. I swear if I could just get one more day to tell him I love him, I would. . . .” My words trailed off. No matter how much I tried to stop the tears, it’s like they were right there, ready to fall out.
“Baby, trust me, Keon wasn’t no fool, and I’m pretty sure he knew how much you loved him.”
“Yeah. I went on his page yesterday and I saw all these bitches claiming how they were with him and all that bullshit.”
“Yeah, I saw that shit too, but you know that nigga loved you. Fuck what these hoes saying now. You need to keep the good memories that y’all shared and tune out all that negative shit.”
I didn’t have a chance to respond because she pulled up to pick up Sheika. She walked out to the car and got into the back seat. “Hey, girl, how you feeling?”
I couldn’t believe this bitch really asked me how I was feeling. We lived walking distance from each other and not one time did she stop by to see me. I swore if it weren’t for Nay’s ass, I would have cut off this old, ungrateful bitch a long time ago. “I’m good,” I barely squeezed out.
“Okay, bitches, we haven’t done this in a while so let’s get some well-deserved pampering. Let’s do lunch, then go get mani’s and pedi’s.”
“Damn, I ain’t got no money for all that,” Sheika said.
“Bitch, you stay broke. You need to start taxing these bitches you keep fucking with,” Nay said, but I swear I was thinking the same damn thing.
“Bitch, I don’t be fucking with nobody for real ’cause these bitches ain’t go money. I am not lucky like y’all to find me a baller.”
“That’s ’cause yo’ ass keep yelling that you’re a carpet muncher. Try taking some dick, and yo’ ass will get a baller too. Just for the record, I ain’t got no baller. I’m just fucking one. Anyway, bitch, I got you.”
“Thanks, boo,” Sheika said.
* * *
After our food came, we started eating and talking about all the gossip that had been going on lately. I ain’t going to lie, it felt good to be out there again, even though every once in a while thoughts of Keon crept up on me.
“So when is Keon’s funeral?” Nay asked.
“I’m not sure. Gonna call his brother this evening to find out.”
“And you, missy, why didn’t you tell us Keon was the dude you been messing with?” Sheika asked.
“I didn’t tell y’all because, truthfully, we wanted to keep it a secret.”
“Secret? I thought we shared everything. Wow! That’s crazy.”
“Sheika, chill out. London has a right to feel the way she feel. I’m pretty sure we all have stuff that we don’t tell each other. Shit, I know I do.”
“Nah, Nay, let Sheika tell how she really feel.”
“I’ont feel no way. I just think it’s fucked up that we supposed to be cool and you kept that a secret. But it’s all good.”
“But, it’s my life and whoever I’m fucking is my damn business,” I blurted out. I was super tight; I could feel the veins in my neck standing up. God, I didn’t know if it was my hormones or this bitch was just getting on my last nerve. Whichever one it was I was seconds away from jumping my pregnant ass on this damn girl.
“All right, bitches, get out y’all feelings. Sheika, leave it alone, London is dealing with enough as it is. We are here to relax and catch up on the latest news.”
I continued eating my food while trying to calm myself down. After we were finished, we paid and left to go to get our sexy on. I tried to avoid Sheika the rest of the day, even though she tried her damnedest to talk to me.
I must’ve fallen asleep because I felt the car stop, and I quickly opened my eyes. Sheika got out and we pulled off. I let out a long sigh, because I didn’t want to be around this bitch much longer.
“Yo, what’s going on with that bitch?”
“Girl, I’ont know, but lately she seems to be on some other shit. The other day, Big Tony approached me—”
Before she could finish her sentence, I cut her off. “Approached you about what?”
“Talkin’ ’bout I’ve been acting funny. He also said he heard I was going to talk to the police about them fucking up my car.”
“Okay, and is you supposed to be scared? I loved Keon to death, but he knew I couldn’t stand that old, Fat Albert–looking nigga Tony.”
“I wasn’t tripping off that nigga. You know I got my gun. What bothers me is what he said about me going to police. See, you was going through it, so I didn’t call you, but I was with Sheika when that shit popped off and she’s the only one I said anything to about the police.”
“You serious?” I looked at her for confirmation, while I recalled something Keon said to me a few months ago.
“Yeah, I’m serious. I know what I said and who I said it to. Ever since that, I started looking at her differently. I mean, I hate to think our bitch would tell this nigga some shit that we talked about.”
“Hmmm. Keon used to tell me all the time to be careful of who I be around because he knew for a fact that one of them wasn’t legit. I used to think he was just hating on us. Now that you brought this up, I’m wondering if this bitch been talking behind our backs. Keon used to say her ass wasn’t gay like she claimed.”
“I don’t know if she gay or not, but something don’t seem right for real. But until we have proof, we can’t really accuse our bitch of being grimy.”
“You right,” I said, but I was lying. Nay could keep fucking with that bitch, but I was going to feed her ass with a long-handled spoon. “Anyways, I got something to tell you. I didn’t want to tell you in front of her.”
“What’s up?”
“I’m pregnant,” I blurted out.
Honk! Honk! Another driver blew the horn at us.
“Damn, bitch, you almost made me crash. You what?”
“You heard me. I am pregnant with Keon’s baby.”
“That was going to be my next question. Oh, my God, friend. Did he know before he—”
“Before he died? No, I just found out a few days ago.”
“Damn, that’s fucked up. They took that dude’s life before he got a chance to meet his firstborn.”
“Girl, I don’t know what am going to do. I feel so lost right now. Keon was my source of income. How the fuck am I gonna go to school, work, and take care of a baby? Shit, I can’t sell no pussy.” I busted out laughing.
“You are a fool; but, on a serious note, you going to be all right. Right now, you need to get through the funeral first. Then worry about what you’re going to do.”
“Nay, I’m not even sure I want to go. All these bitches . . . I don’t want to be part of ‘team Keon bitches.’ I prefer to stay home and mourn him.”
“Bullshit, we’re going. Yeah. I am pulling up in this Lexus and we’re going to walk up in there with our heads held high.”
“Bitch, stop making me laugh. So, enough of me, who is this new nigga who bought you this nice car?”
“It’s a nigga I’m fucking. Trust me, he ain’t even worth talking about. But you my bitch, so I’ma tell you. It’s Amir from Creighton.”
“What! Bitch, you lying. Not the nigga Amir?”
“Yup, that’s him.”
“How the fuck you pull that off? Bitch, you know it’s a deadly sin to fuck a Creighton nigga. And the head nigga at that. No wonder these niggas tight with ya.”
“Fuck these niggas, but that nigga hollered at me when I was visiting Melody the other day. I was shocked my damn self but, hey, I am a bad bitch, and every trap nigga want a bad bitch on his side. If you can’t tell, that’s why Keon cuffed your pretty ass.”
“Ha-ha. Girl, whatever. But shit, this is good. Just be careful. Can’t trust these niggas. I heard he is slimy and don’t give a fuck about who he do dirt to.”
“Yeah, trust me, I know. I don’t plan to be with him for long anyways.”
“Well, you know, I support whatever you do.”
“Thanks, boo. But, anyways, get yo’ pregnant ass out of my ride.” She laughed.
“See how bitches act brand new when they get a car? Fuck you, bitch. I’m gone,” I joked before I exited her car and she pulled off.