Page 98 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Want a drink or something?” Low asked me as Kailey and I sat on the couch in the boisterous room, a cacophony of voices engulfing it.
“Yes. I want a drink and something.”
“You?” He looked to Kailey.
“Drink, please!” She sort of slurred just as Low swaggered off, dapping up a few of the niggas on the way.
I did my best to stay bolted to this couch damn near every time I saw a girl touch him in effort to speak. Low would oblige them for a second tops before keeping it moving, thankfully.
My view of him was snatched when I noticed Gaia switching over. She was cute, in that LA hood bitch way, tattoos embedded in her light complexion. She wore a tube dress, Old Skool Vans, and a few bracelets and necklaces. Her finger-wave short cut was in place like the last time I’d seen her.
“Hi.” She sat on the other side of me, making Kailey roll her eyes exaggeratedly. “I just want to apologize for the impression I gave you at your brothers’ event. I hope we still have a chance to be cool.”
“Yeah, whatever.” I nodded. I would never be cool with her, and it had nothing to do with her fucking Low, because that was before me.
It was her intent to make sure I knew who she was in hopes that I became insecure. I was young, but I was a woman, and I knew the games some of us played. She wanted me to know she fucked Low or either go insane thinking he would or still was.She was hoping my insecurity would cause such a riff between Low and me that we’d break up. Or, even better for her ego, he would tire of my accusations and fall back into her pussy.
As Low approached, eyes bouncing between Gaia and me as he held Kailey’s and my cup, I smiled at him, watching him physically relax at the fact that Gaia hadn’t ruined the night.
“What you doing over here?” he interrogated, eyes on her.
Shooting up from the seat like there were hundreds of pin needles poking her in the ass, she said, “Nothing. Just talking to wifey.” She giggled it off as Low sat where she once was.
“Make it the last time,” was all he said before she dismissed herself.
“Do you think you’re gonna have to beat her ass?” Kailey asked me lowly.
“I hope not,” I replied, just as Taye came over to sit beside Kailey, clearly attempting to shoot his shot.
SAME NIGHT . . .
Takingthe funny colored concoction from Jere, I put the red Solo cup to my lips to take a sip before frowning in disgust, causing him to laugh as he tottered off drunkenly.
I was posted in the corner where I could watch Low in peace without one of the niggas in the crew, especially Free, making comments about it. I also didn’t want Banks or her nosy homegirl to see either.
I didn’t like Banksat alland had several reasons for that. She seemed to believe I had an ulterior motive for getting cool with her or trying to, and though I did, I hadn’t even done anything for her to assume that. She just didn’t wanna like me, and it was probably because she was jealous of me, which was expected.
I’d heard through the streets, like everyone else, that Banks wouldn’t let a man fuck until he passed the test that were her brothers. And because I hadn’t heard anything about a nigga succeeding or passing said test, I was able to conclude that she was probably a virgin and therefore not fucking Low or not fucking him right.
She must’ve been able to sense that I was doing her man well at one point, though he had stopped touching meweeksbefore popping out with her.
“Why you over here alone?” Some nigga whose teeth looked very similar to a horse or donkey towered over me.
“Like to be alone at the parties sometimes so I can observe,” I replied, zoning out as he began to spit game, bouncing a little bit to “King Kunta” by Kendrick Lamar.
I missed Low. We’d started fucking a long time ago, sparingly, back when Asif was still in charge, and I was working under Low in his division of traps. I was always just the little homegirl, until one night he let me suck his dick, and then we fucked.
I was elated, always having had a crush on him, but when he saw me the next day and acted the same, I realized nothing had changed. He was still gonna be stepping out with Rue, and I was just gonna be his homie.
Then he smashed a few more times, making me ask what we were, and he told me what I already knew. So, stupidly, I continued to let him fuck me over the years whenever the feeling hit him and even after I’d gotten with my current man, Boyce.
I’d even fought Rue when she found out about us, beating her ass in the process. Low didn’t even care, having been knee-deep in business when the brawl occurred and continuing to fuck on us both afterward without acknowledging the fight even once.
But when he was finally able to run Rue off, something I thought would never happen, I knew that was our chance to grow closer, but I was wrong a-fucking-gain.
So, I just accepted him for who he was and how he was, which was a man who didn’t want anything serious. As badly as I wanted Low, having a piece of him was better than nothing at all. However, now that I saw him with Banks, I realized I’d low-key played myself.
My plan was to get cool with her and make her believe I was supportive of their union so she would go all in on him—bet everything she had on his unstable ass. Then, he would cheat on her or do her dirty because he was incapable of being faithful and upstanding, and her bougie, spoiled ass would be heartbroken and insecure over it. Her brothers would be enraged, Low would be outcasted, and their love story would meet a bitter end.
