Page 12 of Color Me Broken
Another one came in instantly.
Juelz:
Don’t let Shyann get you fucked up.
Then the third made her bite her lip and hold in a giggle.
Juelz:
Don’t think I didn’t see you in that tight ass dress. Zaddy gon’ see bout that when you get back.
She exited the message and put her phone back in her purse. The two ordered another round and decided to call it a night. They headed to the car, the night air hitting just right. The bar was so smoky and hazy that Tasha couldn’t wait to leave.
Shyann pulled into the driveway, the tires crunching on the gravel. “Bitch, I need to come in so I can pee, oh my Gawd I got to go.” Tasha was grabbing her purse and holding her heels in the other hand. She was over those heels and the night.
“Yeah, girl, come on in. I don’t mind. Just don’t talk about my house, I ain’t cleaned up yet, so shit everywhere.”
Shyann hopped out of the car before Tasha even had her door open. Tasha laughed, dragging her feet toward the porch. “Damn, can you wait two seconds?”
“I been waitin’ since we left the bar, hoe!”
They stumbled up the porch steps, still laughing, Tasha digging in her purse for her keys. But as she slid the key into the lock, a deep baseline rumbled through the door, and a nasty-ass beat dropped, followed by a voice they both recognized instantly. “What the…”
Tasha removed her key from the door and pushed the door open further. She was wondering why Juelz had that music so loud. Knowing damn well they stayed in the white folks' neighborhood.
“Cap’n’Dick comin’, Cap’n Dick comin’, Cap’n Dick comin’, Cap’n Dick comin’, let’s go…
Come on now. Beat that fine move, fuck niggas rock too,
my niggas no good, ain’t nothin’ but her so good…
Juelz was in the middle of the floor, in his zone, singing along and executing a dance that looked like he was dry humping the air. His ass was moving with conviction that defied both rhythm and gravity,
Tasha dropped everything. Her purse. Her heels. Her jaw. Meanwhile, Shyann's eyes lit up at the sight.
“Girl…what the fuck he bout to do to you?” Shyann asked, holding her chest.
Juelz spun around quick at the sound of their voices, he was standing there in his boxers, face twisted in straight-up panic. He grabbed the nearest throw pillow and smacked it over his crotch.
“Man, what the fuck, Tasha?” he barked, trying to hold what was left of his pride and the pillow.
Tasha was still in shock at the scene, laughing out loud. “Whew, Jesus, take the wheel!” she howled, tears streaming down her face. She managed to gasp out directions to Shyann. “Shy, the bathroom down the hall to the left.” Shyann was half covering her eyes, still trying to catch a glimpse of Juelz as she passed by, but Juelz was pissed.
“Juelz?” Tasha yelled, finally straightening up and wiping her eyes. “Turn that damn music down. I dunno if I’m at home or Freaknik 95. I swear you crazy as hell.”
“Shit, I didn’t expect you to bring her ass in the house withchu.” He scratched the back of his neck, pillow still clutched, looking like somebody’s bad-ass brother who got caught red-handed. “I was tryna set the mood for you, dummy,” he added, throwing the other pillow at her head.
Tasha dodged it, laughing as she bent down to pick up her shoes and purse. “Set the mood? Nigga, you playin’ Luke. The fuck you tryna do? Summoned demons.”
The music was still playing in the background, and Juelz started backing toward the hallway like he was retreating from war. “You shoulda told me she was comin’ in the house,” his forehead creased. “Got my dick all out and shit.”
“I did text you!”she shouted, following behind him, still giggling. “But your freaky ass probably had your phone under your balls while you were in here air fuckin’ listening to Uncle Luke. Who the hell set the mood with Luke anyway?”
In the bathroom, Shyann flushed and cracked the door open. “Umm… I don’t know what you got planned tonight, sis, but I need you to drink plenty of water tomorrow. Electrolytes. Pedialyte. All that shit. ‘Cause he look like he ‘bout to tear that azz up.”
“Girl, shut up and get out my bathroom!” Tasha yelled, feeling embarrassed now.
Juelz peeked around the corner, eyes narrowed at Shyann. “Man, why the fuck you even still here? Get the fuck out.”
