Page 14 of Ghetto Heartstrings
They all had their guns sitting on the glass coffee table as they spoke but was interrupted when someone walked right through the front door. “Brook’Lynn!”
“What the fuck?” she mumbled. “Ya’ll didn’t close or lock the damn door?” she asked her girls in disbelief.
Kema shrugged. “Shit, I thought I did,” she said, trying to cover the guns with newspaper. It was too late. Marley was already in the house and her eyes were glued.
Yaya couldn’t help but to wonder whom the geek was standing in front of her with those geeky ass glasses on. Marley was still in her scrubs, and even though she was skinny, her ass still stuck out in the back. She was a honey-butter brown with slanted eyes and long lashes. She wore her hair in a Betty Boop haircut, but it was pretty as hell on her. If she removed those glasses, she’d be okay.
“Kema, the girl already done saw the damn guns. Stop trying to hide them; that shit isn’t working.” Bugg laughed, showing her perfect pearly whites and deep dimples.
Brook’Lynn was beyond aggravated with Marley right now; why was she there? “Marley, is everything okay?” She asked her, trying not to let the displeasure of her just popping up to her house show on her face.
Marley’s eyes shifted from the guns to the girls. “I… um… well, uh yeah. You left this phone at your station and it’s been blowing up with private calls. I thought maybe you’d need it. Here…” She passed her the track phone.
Brook’Lynn knew she slipped leaving that phone, but she also got excited knowing that the only person that could’ve been calling was Perfect. “Thanks Marley.” She smiled. “I appreciate that; you can go now, and I’ll call you. I promise.”
Even Marley’s smile couldn’t hide her curiosity. “Okay… I guess I’ll talk to you later.”
Yaya stood up and stopped her. She didn’t know what it was about Marley, but she’d much rather her stay. She would love to turn a good girl bad. “Wait! Shit, let her stay.”
“What?” Brook’Lynn frowned. “No, Yaya. Marley is a good girl, leave her alone.”
Marley turned around quickly, glad that she was asked to stay. She had been a goody two shoe all her life, and sitting in a room full of beautiful women with guns gave her an adrenaline rush. “It’s okay Brook’Lynn… I don’t have anywhere to go anyway.” She quickly sat down.
Kema chuckled, knowing Brook’Lynn was pissed.
“So Marley, what do you do?” Yaya asked her.
“I work with Brook’Lynn at the hospital.”
Bugg cleared her throat. “Sooo, you’re a nurse?”
Marley nodded her head. “Yes.”
Kema sat right next to her. “What’s the worst or baddest shit you’ve ever done?”
Marley’s eyes lit up. “I stole my daddy’s car in the 10thgrade, so I could go see my boyfriend.”
“And that’s it?” Kema asked, with a stank look on her face.
“Well…” Her eyes shifted. “I fucked him in it too,” she said like she was almost ashamed, with her cheeks turning plum red.
Everyone laughed, including Brook’Lynn.
Yaya stood up. “Come here, let me talk to you.” She led Marley to a back room.
Brook’Lynn took a seat while staring at the phone, wishing that Perfect called back, while wondering what Yaya wanted to fill Marley’s head up with.
“Bugg, did you ever find a place to stay, you move yet?” Kema asked her, while standing in the mirror applying her cotton candy lipstick.
Brook’Lynn looked up and peeped how Bugg seemed uncomfortable all of a sudden, but then again, she probably wasn’t in the mood to answer questions, although she did anyway.
“Yeah, I did… it’s a nice lil spot I’m sharing with my dude. He’s kind of funny acting, so I haven’t really invited anybody over,” she lied as she stood up, stretching her arms above her head.
“I wouldn’t know, cause you’ve never brought a dude around.” Kema laughed as she called her out.
“For what?” Bugg asked. “I’m not bringing my man around a bunch of beautiful bitches.” She shook her head. “Nope, I’ll be the only beautiful bitch he’s looking at. Brook’Lynn, I’m going to the bathroom.”
Brook’Lynn wasn’t paying much of anything any attention right now. She was stuck trying to figure out why it took this nigga over a week to call and why the fuck was he calling from a private number. By the time she did look back up, Marley and Yaya were both walking from the back, and Marley looked high as fuck with a goofy grin on her face.
