Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(11)
“Ill . . . not,” Mesha commented about one of the guys that tried to come on to her. He was tall and shapeless, with a scruffy beard, and had hopes of getting her number.
“Stop being picky,” Apple said with a smile.
“You f-uck him then.”
Apple chuckled. “Never that.”
“A’ight then. Besides, when was the last time you got some dick? Or are you still tryin’ to save it for Cross?”
“I’m good. You know I get mines,” Apple replied.
“And when was that? The last nigga I know you f*cked was Terrance. What? His ten-year sentence got you dried up now?”
Apple sucked her teeth and remembered Terrance as being only a fling, a substitute until the real thing came along.
“Then before him, Jason. Oh, and I can’t forget Ramee. Yeah, he f*cked you and your sister.”
“And?”
“I’m just sayin’, girl . . . I ain’t tryin’ to get at you, but you need to stop waiting for Cross, and get booed up soon. You ain’t gettin’ any younger. You done passed up on some fine niggas that wanted to holla at you. Besides, when have you ever known Cross to wife up some chick? Shit, that nigga’s too busy treatin’ his dick like it’s some f*ckin’ passport, traveling up in all them hoes, like he JetBlue or somethin.”
Apple sighed.
“I’m just sayin’, do you and stop waitin’ around daydreaming about this dude.”
Apple heard her out, but she was still determined to pursue Cross. He was the one who made her heart skip beats and her panties wet like she had dipped them in a river.
The two finished up their meal and left the chain food spot, only to be approached by two young thugs waiting by the exit.
“Yo, ma, let me holla at you for a minute,” one of the young thugs called out.
“Yo, shawty, let me holla at you,” the second said, chasing after Apple.
The ladies laughed and replied in unison, “We good.”
“I’m sayin, ma, y’all lookin’ good as shit. What’s ya name?”
Mesha and Apple continued smiling while walking away. They didn’t even bother looking back.
“Yo, ma, why y’all actin’ like that? I’m sayin’, what’s good wit’ y’all?”
When they were far enough away, they heard one of the thugs yell out, “Yo, f-uck y’all stuck-up bitches then! Wit’ ya stank pussies!”
Mesha turned, flipped him the middle finger, and shouted, “Fuck you too!”
They laughed it off and headed for Mesha’s apartment.
When the girls entered the lobby, they bumped into Supreme, who was exiting the building. Apple looked at Supreme indifferently as she walked beside Mesha.
Supreme smirked. “I hope you didn’t forget about me, Apple,” he said, as he kept it moving.
Confused, Mesha looked at Apple. “What’s he talkin’ about, Apple?”
“He’s a creep.”
“I don’t like him. You ain’t f*ckin’ wit’ him, right, Apple? I mean, you ain’t borrowed money from him or nothin’?” Mesha asked with concern.
“No, Mesha,” Apple lied. “You know that nigga’s a pervert.”
“Yeah, he is.”
The girls made it up to Mesha’s apartment, where she lived with her seventy-year-old grandmother. They rushed into her room and began trying on the clothes they had bought from Jay-Ray. They modeled in front of Mesha’s easel floor mirror while listening to Hot 97.
Apple gazed at herself in the mirror, wearing one of the skirts. As she turned around in the outfit, she looked out the bedroom window and noticed Supreme and Guy Tony getting into a black Escalade. She exhaled noisily, thinking about her debt to him. She knew there was no way she was going to pay back Supreme’s money unless she got with Cross.
Apple didn’t have a job or a hustle like Kola. Suddenly, the happiness she once displayed earlier quickly turned into a troubling frown. She thought about she and Kola being twins, both having natural beauty like Queen Nefertiti, yet she was a broke bitch, and Kola was seeing crazy dough, being a hustla. She hated to be compared to her sister, but the truth was, some days she wished she was her sister.
As Apple watched the Escalade pull off, she thought about the wealth Supreme had and wondered why he would bitch over a few hundred dollars when he had probably thousands to his name. She shrugged off her debt. She knew she was probably a small fry, compared to niggas that owed him much more, so she wasn’t going to stress herself.
Mesha noticed the change in Apple’s mood. “Are you OK?”
Apple turned with a forged smile and replied, “Yeah, I’m good. I was just thinking about how we gonna do it up at the concert. Maybe I might snatch me up a baller.”
“Girl, wit’ that skirt and your f*ckin’ legs, you might snatch you up a rapper, or maybe an athlete, to sweep you off your feet.”
The girls laughed and continued trying on different clothing in the bedroom. Apple twirled herself around in the mirror, loving how her backside looked in the skirt. She smiled, knowing she looked good.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was a balmy Sunday afternoon, and Apple was in her room getting ready for the concert. She had the bedroom to herself. Nichols was in the living room watching cable, her mother was out in the streets, and Kola was in the third bedroom, with the door shut. Apple was excited about this evening. She had her outfit displayed on the bed, and the stereo was playing her favorite song by Nicki Minaj. She was in the mirror doing her hair and singing to “Your Love.”