Page 16 of Anything Necessary for Her
“He is not a brother, but he’s also not an option.” I stretched to my other leg and ignored the look I felt Kailey’s ass giving me as the girls oohed and aahed.
“I just wanna say, whatever girls got a train ran on them by your brothers are the luckiest women alive. Them bitches is probably married and still reminiscing, rose in hand,” Briana threw out, causing me to turn my lip up in disgust while the rest of the ladies agreed through comments and guffaws.
My brothers had already mentioned that trains were gay adjacent and that any man who could get a hard on in the room with another nigga, would probably be willing to fuck him too. I didn’t wanna burst the ladies’ little fantasy bubbles, though, so I kept it to myself.
“If you had to pick two for a threesome, who would you pick?” Thais grinned mischievously like she was the Grinch.
“No! I do not wanna have this conversation! And . . . that wouldn’t happen anyway!” I hollered as they began shouting their answers against my wishes.
“Asif and Cemone! I know they’re the freakiest!” Kailey bounced in a split on her mat suggestively, making the girls cackle loudly as I shoved her playfully in revulsion.
Some agreed with her before Briana chimed in, “I’ll take it, but trade Cemone for Lequay. I got a thing for street niggas.”
“Y’all, please!” I faked a gag as Kailey cracked up, hugging me against my will while some girls agreed with Briana.
“Bashar and Khari for me. I feel like Bashar will make love to a bitch while affirming me, and Khari would ravage me. Perfect combo!” Katrina put her fingers to her mouth to symbolize chef’s kiss as some of the ladies agreed with her while laughing.
“I’m tuning y’all out at this point, but I will say, I have never in my life heard the same girl like Bashar and Khari,” I said.
All my life, women had been saying which brothers of mine they liked, and Bashar and Khari was a combo I had never heard.
“’Cause they don’t think like me. I’m smart.” Katrina tossed her ponytail as I rolled my eyes playfully.
“I’m going for Asif and, sorry, sis, yo’ daddy!” Thais commented, and the whole class let out uproarious laughter, comments, and screeches.
I had never been more disgusted in my life. I legit felt bile rising in my throat. The thought of anyone finding my dad remotely sexy was weird.
“Bitch, the daddy wasn’t an option!” Briana hollered in laughter.
“Not you sucking off the daddy while the son hit you from the back! You too freaked out! Get off them porn sites, sis,” Kailey replied, sending everyone including me into deep chortles.
“No, you’re wrong. I’m sucking Asif off while the daddy hits it from the back. Because he old, I gotta let him get his strokes in first before he tap out. Sif gon’ drive it home.” Thais shrugged as everyone fell out, while I shook my head, gulping some water so I wouldn’t vomit.
“Shakur . . . Unique . . . Lequay . . . Cemone . . .” Names kept being called out as I zoned out to think of Low purposefully and unintentionally.
Thankfully once the rest of the ladies got their choices out, we were able to change the conversation and then actually start dancing.
By the time class was over, I was exhausted and couldn’t wait to get home. As soon as I did, I ate a quick snack since I wasn’t too famished, then showered and brushed my teeth. The whole time, I kept picturing Low and that rare closemouthed smile hewould give me occasionally. He was too fucking fine, sexy, and adorable, and I hated it.
As I lay down, swimming in my thoughts, my doorbell rang. Grabbing my phone, I checked my security camera app to see it was Trayvon holding a bouquet of red roses. I didn’t know why I got excited thinking it was Low, when he had no idea where I resided and would have no reason to be pulling up on me.
As I padded to the stairs and descended them, I started to get annoyed with myself. I felt like I’d reverted to that same teenaged girl who had a one-sided crush on a man who’d given no clues or hints to being interested. He called me pretty, but it felt like he was just speaking on something that was a known fact versus him admiring it or being attracted.
“What are you doing here, Tray?” I opened the door, not interested in a conversation with him.
“Here.” He smiled brightly. He wasn’t as handsome as usual, and I guess it was because I was losing my attraction to him as time went on.
“Thanks.” I took the flowers and lifted my eyebrows briefly to let him know I was still awaiting my answer.
“Right. Can I come in? It’s important and something you gon’ wanna hear.”
I thought about telling him no but figured having him here talking to me was better than going back up to my bedroom, to mindlessly watch TV and mull over what Low’s compliments and wandering eyes meant. I was pathetic. The nigga hadn’t so much as hugged me, and I was trying to decipher if he liked me.
“Fine, but don’t take long. I’m tired and ready to go to bed.” I waved for him to come in and closed the door.
My father had taught me to never walk away from the door and allow someone else to close it. Trayvon knew how I was by now, so he did as he was told instead of telling me he’d shut the door for me.
As soon as we sat down, he said, “I’ve changed my mind. I’m willing to talk with and meet your brothers and father.”
