“I’m a shitty friend?”
“Yes. You. The great Ashton ‘Prince of Zamunda’ Spencer is a shitty friend. I come to you with a problem with my real friend and you…”
“What?” His head fell to the side. “I what?”
“You shove your dick down my throat. That’s what you did!” I would not admit how I liked it because I didn’t want to kill my argument. “That was a shitty thing to do, especially because the problem is about you.” Ashton moved to his closet, where he bent over to pull out a bag. “If you wouldn’t have left the condom wrapper behind, I wouldn’t be feeling like the only real friend I have on this campus don’t wanna fuck with me no more because I can’t tell her who used the condom on me.”
Ashton’s upper torso whipped my way. “I used it on you? Or used it when you told me to come suit it and boot it?”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s a damn song.” It was actually lyrics to Brielle’s latest radio smasher when she tells her thug boo to come with rubbers, but leave his boots on when he fucks her. Ashton knew that. “And that ain’t the point. She’s my friend, Ashton. I don’t wanna upset her.”
“Since when did you give a shit about what someone thinks of you? You damn sure don’t give a fuck what my friends think about you.”
“Because your friends are fucked up humans. When they’re cool, I always care what people think of me.”
He rubbed his face, eyes reddening from exhaustion. “Nah. Sounds to me she’s judging you for fuckin’ around with me. That ain’t cool coming from a friend.”
“All she wants is for me to be real with her, but I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because…fucking you makes me lose mad cool points! Not only will I lose a real one, but I’ll be the outcast. The whore to her friends, like Karmen!”
I saw him flinch. It wasn’t fast, and he didn’t try to play it off. My words got to him, and instantly, I felt like shit. I didn’t mean it like that. But why couldn’t I say it?
Ashton grabbed his Blackberry from the nightstand where it was charging. He tapped it a few times, clearly looking for something. When he handed it over to me, I thought he was crazy. But still, I took it. Seconds into reading it, my eyes went wild. They jumped across the screen to see who the players were in the exchange I was reading.
Oh, my…
Dre: Yo, this broad just blew my damn mind.
Dre: Yoooo!! Where the fuck you at bruh? Samantha just begged me to fuck her ass tonight! You think her young ass ready for that shit?
Dre: I ain’t tryna get caught up with shawty like that bruh. Damn!
Dre: You ain’t hitting me up so fuck it. Chocolate banana pop it is.
This was two days ago.
Samantha went from being a virgin to wanting anal sex in a matter of weeks, all without me knowing?
I licked my lips, my mind spinning like crazy. “You never…” I swallowed hard, feeling horrible. “You never said anything back.”
“Because what Dre does with anybody ain’t my fuckin’ business. Just like what I do with you ain’t nobody’s fuckin’ business.”
Then he tossed a plastic bag he’d pulled from the closet near me on the bed. It was half full with folded papers. Impatient, he dug inside for one on yellow paper to open and handed it over to me.
My eyes rolled from the paper that I could now clearly see was a handwritten letter.
Hey you…
I hear you’re back on the market. Did the weirdo we all know as Tori ever tell you I want to work out with you? That’s not all I want tho. I want that dick. Don’t laugh. Hit me up so we can talk about it. Maybe I can be a better running partner. Fuck that. I KNOW I can. I swallow.
Lyricah xo
My head jerked back as a sensation shot through my belly. Then my crazy ass plucked another letter from the bag. Fuck! It was from Karmen. Karmen as in ‘Aivery’s mini-me’ Karmen.
When I heard you close her door this morning I wanted to talk to you before you left. It would have been weird. Last night would have been even weirder. I know it’s fucked up but she doesn’t deserve you. Aiv’s selfish and stuck in her ways. I just don’t want to come off as a hating bitch. Can we finally talk?
Karm
My head swung up. Ashton’s face