Page 6 of Fire & Roses: Harli

“Yo’ ass better figure it out quick if that’s what you really wanna do ‘cause there she go with her homegirl.”

When I looked up, it felt like a nigga was in a movie as everything, but Harli became blurred out. The sway of her hips in those baggy jeans had me mesmerized as I made my way over towards her. Her chocolate skin seemed to be glowing as her juicy lips moved as she talked. I noticed the slight twitch in her face as she locked eyes with me.

“Harli, Ryda what’s good witcha,” ‘Scoe acknowledged them as we stood in front of each other.

“‘Sup ‘Scoe,” Ryda greeted as Harli and I just stared at one another. “Y’all just gonna stare at each other all day? ‘Cause if that’s the case I’m goin’ in the house cause it’s too hot out here for that shit. Wait a damn minute. Twin, who is this nigga?”

“Just some nigga from the race scene,” she answered without taking her eyes off me.

“The same nigga that spanked yo’ ass,” I challenged.

“I let you win.”

“I call bullshit.”

“Call it what you want, but that’s what it is my boy.”

“Uh, ‘Scoe, let’s run up to the store,” Ryda interrupted as she looked between the two of us. “Because clearly it’s some tension between these two, I just can’t tell if the shit sexual or not.”

“Oh, trust he wanna fuck the shit outta her,” ‘Scoe chuckled. “So, let’s give them some space to work that shit out.”

Soon as that shit flew out of ‘Scoe’s mouth, I gave that nigga the death stare. He shrugged his shoulders before him and Ryda started footing it to the store. I didn’t even care about the fact that he’d driven me over here and I didn’t know how far away the store was. A nigga was just excited to have some alone time with Harli. I just needed to fix the ignorant ass shit he blurted out. Although it was true, it wasn’t the only thing I wanted to do with Harli.

“So, yo’ ass only came over here to see if you could get some pussy?” She questioned me with her hands folded across her chest.

“That nigga just talkin’ out the side of his neck,” I pleaded.

“So, it ain’t true?”

“I ain’t say that. Of course I’d love to give you this dick, but that’s not why I came lookin’ for you today.”

“That’s hard to fuckin’ believe. I knew you were an airhead ass nigga. I don’t even know why I’m talkin’ to yo’ ass. Fuck outta my face.”

She turned around to walk away, and I could feel my chest getting tighter. I didn’t do that lying shit, and people who knew me understood that. I may omit some shit until the timing was right to give that piece of information, but I never flat out lied. Since this was our second time meeting, I had to put her up on game because I wanted to eventually get to the point where we were fucking on each other.

“Aye, yo’ chill out,” I commanded as I caught up with her, ready to put my foot down.

“Excuse me?” She snapped her head in my direction.

“You heard me, Harli. Like I told you, I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t want to eventually fuck you, but that’s not what I want to do right now.”

“Well, what is it that you want to do right now, Trench?”

“First, I wanna race again since you claimin’ you let me win. Then, I wanna take you out on dates, so you can get to know me outside of beatin’ you in racin’.”

“Tuh, that’s it?”

“Nope. I wanna get to know you better than any nigga before me, so that way when you do get the dick you’ll forget their asses.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep.”

“You poppin’ it hard right now.”

“I’m just speakin’ straight facts. Does that mean you gonna give me a chance to prove it?”

“Let’s start with yo’ rematch first then we’ll see ‘bout the rest of the shit you poppin’ it ‘bout.”