Crazy In Love With A Thug: Bari and Seven by LaDonna Robinson Read Free Book Online Page A

skirts, underwear. I smiled to myself as I thought about how he blushed in the Victoria's Secret store.
    "What size do you need?" The lady had asked. "Um ...ask her."
    "Ma'am?"
    "A size four."
    "And your bra?"
    "A size..."
    "I'ma wait for you outside, Bari. You're still laughing at me?" He asked when I caught up to him.
    That made me start laughing all over again.
    "How old is your little sister?"
    "Twelve. She has four years to live it up at home. But I don't know, they might let her stay. She's a girl. The only girl." I nodded. "Anyway, she thinks she's grown already. They'll probably be glad to see her little hoochie ass go. Can I see this on you? Try it on."
    "I don't like it."
    "Humor me."
    "I don't care about you being entertained. No. I don't like it."
    "She wants to try that on,” he told the sales lady as he stabbed his finger in a mannequin’s direction.
    "No problem. What size?" She asked me.
    I didn't answer.
    "Bari, come on. You be trippin'. Damn, you be trippin'."
    "Seven,” I stated.
    The lady left briefly and came back, carrying an off-white, leather, micromini dress; the best of Michael Kors. While I was in the dressing room, I stole a glance at the price tag. One thousand two hundred. I smiled to myself.
    "Damn," Darshon said when I walked out. "I knew that shit would look good. Do you like it?"
    "It's too short.”
    "No, it's not."
    "Okay. Do you know how much this costs?"
    "I don't care. I like it on you."
    "Are we shopping because I need stuff or because you feel the need to see somebody play dress up? Besides, as soon as I talk to your lawyer, I'm gonna be gone."
    "I know, Bari. I know."
    "Why do you always say that?"
    "What?"
    "I know, Bari. I know."
    He started laughing.
    "Stop doing my voice like that! That's not how I sound!" We laughed our way out of the store. "Are you hungry?"
    "Yes. I think so."
    "You think so?"
    "I'm not sure. Sometimes, I don't know I'm hungry until I start eating."
    "You are crazy," he laughed. "But I guess that makes sense." His cell phone rang for the hundredth time. "Yeah, she's with me. No, she ain't going back, man. Trish is trippin'. Did you get the box for her? Alright."
    "Did he get it?" I asked anxiously.
    He nodded.
    "He'll bring it by later. So, how do you like my house? What do you think of it?
    Do you think it's cheesy?"
    "No!" I laughed. "I love it. It's nice, and it's comfortable."
    "If you're so comfortable there, then why are you in such a rush to leave?"
    "I'm in a hurry to get my own life started, not to get away from you. I just feel like a lot is missing in my life. I'm anxious to find out what it is."
    "Do you have a boyfriend?"
    "Do you have a girlfriend?"
    "Do you?"
    "Do you?"
    "Just answer. Do you?"
    "No."
    "What happened? Did you guys break up?"
    "I never had one."
    “Never?"
    "Never. What about you?"
    "I had a girlfriend. She's with someone else now."
    "Oh. Sorry."
    "I ain't trippin'. So, what do you want to eat?" He asked, strapping himself into his truck.
    "I don't know."
    "Bari, every time I ask you something, you answer with you don't know. You're gonna have to learn to make decisions for yourself. Now, if you don't pick something, we're just gonna sit here."
    And sit we did. Fifteen minutes passed then thirty.
    "Will you just go someplace, please?"
    "No. Make up your mind."
    “I can't."
    He didn't respond. He just sat there staring straight ahead. I reached over and turned on the radio. He turned it off.
    "We gon' sit here, in silence, 'til you make up your mind. I ain't playing." Another thirty minutes passed. "Bari."
    “I don't know!"
    "Well, what do you feel like eating? It's not that hard."
    "If it's so easy then you pick something.”
    "That's not the point. The point is for you to have your own mind and make your own decisions."
    "Okay. I know what I want."
    "It's about damn time!" he said, starting his truck.
    We made four stops on the way home. I could tell he was disappointed when we got back to his house, and he glared at me and