RASIM
Rasim, Brooklyn and Chance were in their room talking about the recent trip home Rasim was granted. This one was for the books.
It had been a little over a month since the first time he had sex with Snow and it had been happening repeatedly ever since. But now that Rasim had his first experience, he took to flinging his dick around like he was a kid and it was a brand new sword.
His latest conquest?
Selena Amo.
While it was true that sex with Snow was as special as hugging a newborn baby, simply put, the pretty Latina knew how to fuck. Selena sucked, licked, scratched and sexed Rasim into oblivion the entire weekend he was home on a pass. And just like young teenage boys do, he thought it would be a good idea to brag. Besides, all three of them had their way with Selena and they needed to compare notes.
Even though conversations about fucking Selena were free, he never said a word about his sexual exploits with Snow. That was none of their fucking business.
Brooklyn and Chance planted themselves in the middle of the floor like oak trees as they anticipated the details. They wore sneaky grins on their faces as they were yanked back into the moment when they too had Selena.
With the proper audience in play, scrawny Rasim placed his hands in front of him like he was holding the girl’s waist and was sexing her from the back. “So I had her like this, right,” he moved his hips back and forth in a foolish manner. “And she was like, ‘More, more, Papi. Your dick so big. Your dick so fat.’”
“She did me like that too,” Brooklyn contributed, barely able to remain still.
“I’m telling you that shit was so tight and wet,” Rasim continued as he snatched the mic and regained control of the floor. “So I smacked her ass and was like—”
When Brooklyn and Chance’s expressions changed from delight to alarm suddenly, Rasim wondered what horror awaited him. When he followed their gaze with a slow roll of his head toward the door, he was staring into the hazel browns of the love of his young life…Snow.
Snow was rooted in her position as tears filled the wells of her eyes and threatened to drown her on the spot. She loved Rasim with all that God had given her. Her body. Her mind. And her soul. Why did he require more?
Humiliated beyond belief, her bottom lip twitched as she turned to make an exit. Unlike when she left Morris’s closet, this time Snow caught wheels as she sped away with what was left of her broken heart.
Rasim, on the other hand, was stuck. His limbs were stiff and the beat of his heart could be seen through the black Polo shirt he donned. His mouth stayed open and his nose burned. He was breathing so heavily he was on the verge of overheating. He could even feel himself wanting to weep although he would never allow such a graceful act in front of his compadres.
Instead, he flopped down on Southeast Brian’s bed even though he didn’t play that shit on his own bed, and threw his face into his hands.
He fucked up.
****
It was official.
Snow Bradshaw had left the building.
Forever.
Rasim did all he could to conduct a search party to locate her but nothing worked. He even tried to sneak into Ms. Brush Face’s office to get Snow’s address and got caught. She cursed him out with fifty different words, most of them in Spanish. But she liked the young boy, which was the only reason she didn’t give him a harsh punishment. Besides, even a woman with a face like hers understood real love. She just wasn’t prepared to lose her job for him.
Although Rasim conducted his investigation, he did it without alerting his homies. He wanted them to think that he couldn’t care less that Snow had kicked rocks. Even though both bore witness to the mental breakdown he exhibited when he was caught.
Fuck he want with a Church Girl when he had access to Selena and Queen, who just sucked his dick after music class earlier that day? He was Rasim Nami, a player, nothing more and nothing less.
He was good on the love shit, he told them in several meetings, even though he wanted to talk about Snow during every free chance he got. But all he spoke were lies.
With each day that passed where he didn’t see his beautiful Snow, he lost a bit of his mind. He lost a little bit of his heart and even a few pounds he couldn’t spare.
Finally, on the second week, Brooklyn and Chance couldn’t take it anymore. Rasim had taken to staying in his bedroom and looking at the pictures he’d taken of Snow while she was there. It was a sad spectacle to behold and even a few hardened delinquents had to get away from Rasim for fear they’d shed a noble tear.
No, Brooklyn and Chance had to stop their friend’s pain at once. In a private meeting, they elected to either help him or kill him and put him out of his misery. Luckily for Rasim, they chose the first option.
With a decision in place, Chance decided to ask Mute Candy for Snow’s address. But she cursed him out so badly he was five seconds from saying fuck Snow and her mother too.
When he acquainted Brooklyn with her poor manners, he didn’t believe him. He figured a mute couldn’t possibly be as bad as Chance made out and he decided to give it a whirl. But true to his word, he received exactly what Chance got. High-flying hands and a wide mouth, which was horrifying although void of sound.
The duo was right. Snow had shared information with her but Mute Candy had no intentions on helping any of the varlets. She did not approve of how Rasim treated her friend and she expressed it using her body language and passion.
It was true. Mute Candy didn’t say a word. Then again, she didn’t need to.
After Mute Candy’s wrath, in another attempt to restore their brother’s heart, who made them laugh daily, it was time to step up their game. So they placed a laxative in Ms. Brush Face’s coffee, which sent her to the Porcelain God for two days straight, thereby giving them full access to her office.
When they had the information they needed, they approached Rasim from the back as he sat in the cafeteria looking stupid. It wasn’t even lunchtime.
“Rasim, you good?” Brooklyn asked already knowing the answer. He and Chance perched next to him.
“I’m straight,” he said as he stared into space. The poor lad was overcome with grief.
Chance couldn’t take it anymore. Although Brooklyn preferred to drag shit out by withholding details, he reached into his pocket, removed a small white sheet of paper and slid Snow’s information toward him across the table.
Rasim didn’t bother to look at it. He was uninterested. “What is it?”
“Snow’s address. Now go get your bitch.”