Page 80 of Arris, Jayme & Dyani
When she finished, she had a huge smile on her face and winked at me, letting me know everything had worked out for her.
We made the slow drive back to the apartment complex with light music playing and Jayme on the car speaker. Dyani couldn’t wait to tell her about what she’d found.
Jayme met us at Dyani’s apartment with red beans with rice, sausage, and baked chicken she’d made and we all ate together. Dyani took a shower then announced she had steps to finalize her sale. Jayme and I sat on the couch and let her work. I rubbed Jayme’s feet while she played a game on her phone.
I paused when I saw Darryl was calling me and cursed because I’d forgotten to call him back from earlier.
I picked up quickly.
“What’s up?”
“Nigga, you fucking on my sister?” He skipped straight to the point and I looked over at Dyani who looked like she’d seen a ghost.
“What?”
“Don’t what me, Arris. The guys saw you out in that lil Mexican spot near Rio’s holding her hand and whispering in her ear and shit. I asked around and it turns out her car has been all in and out of D-Ville recently too.”
“And?”
“And what, nigga? It’s a yes or no question?”
“Ay, calm yo’ lil ass down, Darryl,” I warned. “If you want to know who your sister is fucking, ask her. I don’t fucking answer to you.”
“Don’t worry! I’m about to ask her ass right now!” Darryl hung up the call and I looked back at Dyani.
“Yo’ brother about to be on some bullshit,” I warned, “And I’m gon’ knock his head off his shoulders if he calls himself pressing me.”
“Arris, we talked about this.” Dyani slammed her laptop shut and hopped up.
“And?”
“Two strikes,” she reminded me.
“Yeah, okay.”
I watched her scramble to her room to put on leggings then rush to the door. When she jerked it open, Darryl was already on the other side, his key to her spot in hand. He looked from her to where me and Jayme were then back at her and I could have sworn that nigga’s head was going to explode.
I knew it was going to be some bullshit the second he pushed past Dyani to come inside but I didn’t address him though. I promised Dyani I’d give her brother two strikes so I’d let him get his shit off for now.
“Are you out of yo’ fucking mind, Dyani?” Darryl snapped. “The fuck is wrong with you fucking on this nigga? Huh?”
“Well hello to you too,” Dyani scoffed. “Darryl?—”
He cut her off. “You a hoe now, Dyani? You moved out here and let that nigga and his bitch turn you out?”
“Bitch?” Jayme repeated.
“Ain’t nobody talking to you, Jayme!”
“Ay.” I looked back at Darryl. “I don’t give a fuck that you’ve been my boy and I don’t give a fuck that Yani is yo’ sister, nigga. Adjust that mothafuckin’ tone when you address my woman, because if I got to stand up, you gon’ have to lay down.”
I reached over and set a hand on Jayme’s leg.
My baby mama fought bitches and niggas, me included. I loved Dyani for real, but if Jayme hopped in the field with Darryl, I was going to have to at least knee cap her brother for putting his hands on her.
“Darryl, you’re being fucking dramatic!” Dyani hissed. “Ain’t nobody turned me out! I’m a grown ass woman and I can date and fuck whoever I want.”
“You believe that shit, huh?” Darryl snickered. “Yeah. Alright.”
