Caught Up by Amir Abrams Read Free Book Online Page B

quick, then . . .” He rubs his hands together. “We gonna go back to my spot ’n’ make it do what it do.”
    It takes a few seconds for it to register. Get. Up. In that. Ohhhh. Get up in that . He wants to crawl up on top of me and have sex.
    I roll my eyes. Disgusted. Now, wait. I’ll admit, I am boy crazy, like most girls my age. And, yes, you already know I am highly infatuated with guys from the hood. Okay, okay, thugs. But I’m not fast like that . I’m still a virgin. The most I’ve ever done is kiss a boy. Okay, okay, and let him feel up on my booty and play with my boobs a little. But that’s it. And that was with only one guy. My ex-boyfriend Jake Lester who cheated on me, like five months ago, with this blonde-haired, blue-eyed Becky who didn’t mind going all the way with him. Anyway, who cares? He was corny anyway.
    Okay, wait. That’s not completely true. Jake wasn’t really corny. He was really a nice guy. And smart. And athletic. And he was really horny, like most boys. Still, he wasn’t for me. But what he was is corny for cheating on me instead of just breaking up with me first. He didn’t have to cheat.
    I hate cheaters!
    But, whatever. He’s going off to Morehouse in a few weeks on a full academic scholarship to play tennis, major in journalism, and pledge Kappa like his grandfather, father, and his three older brothers. Good for him.
    I’m over him.
    But this boy right here. Mmmph. I don’t know what kind of girl he thinks I am. But he has me confused. I am not easy. Therefore, I have no interest in letting him or anyone else getting up in anything over here.
    I knew this was a terrible mistake! I should have never come out to meet this nasty dog!
    â€œApologies. But I’m not that kind of girl,” I tell him, shifting in my seat. “If sex is what you want, you’ve got the wrong one.”
    He raises his brow. “Nah, it’s not all about da sex. But I’m sayin’ . . . you lickin’ da dome, though, right? ’Cause I ain’t wit’ wastin’ my time on no broad who ain’t tryna treat a muhfuckka right. I got needs, yo. And I need dis snake drained, nah mean?”
    I blink. I hear the question, but I don’t answer. Not right away, anyway. I am too stunned, like he’d just slung snot on me. I know lots of girls at my private school who sleep around with different boys, or who will sleep with a boy just so he can spend time with her, thinking that’s going to get him to like her more. That’s not me.
    I know I’m from the suburbs and all, but that doesn’t make me some dizzy, dumb girl either. My parents may have some silly rules that half the time make very little sense to me. But the one rule that I won’t ever question is saving myself for that special someone. Although the waiting until I’m over twenty-one and finished with college part is debatable. But that’s neither here nor there, because this boy is real special if he thinks I’m giving it up.
    â€œNo, I don’t know what you mean.” I set my fork down on my tray. And wait for his explanation. I glance at the big-faced designer watch on his wrist, then back up at him as he chews his food, swallowing.
    â€œI’m sayin’ . . . I’m tryna see what’s really good wit’ you.”
    I’ve suddenly lost my appetite.
    â€œYou already know what it is, so don’t front. You stroke mine, I’ma stroke yours.”
    I lean in, mindful so that no one else around us can hear me. “So, let me understand this. Are you saying that the only reason we’re out today is because you’re looking for sex?”
    â€œNah, ma, dat’s not what I’m sayin’.” I eye him as he lifts his drink, places the straw between his lips, then takes three long sips.
    I tilt my head, tucking my hair behind my ears. “Then what are you saying? Because