Chapter 5
D.A. lounged on the couch watching TV. She sighed. Fuck! Why did everything have to be her fault?? She touched her bandaged ribs lightly and winced as the movement caused her a slight pain. Damn! Slowly she edged herself off the couch, heading into the kitchen, wincing along the way.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she mumbled under her breath. "Who the hell knew she could hit so hard!"
Jordan casually leaned himself against the wall, in front of D.A. He smirked watching her wince as she walked towards him. He almost felt sorry for her, but she had been looking for it. She had goaded Letty into that fight. It was weird; he thought wryly, those two were so much alike it's too bad they got off on the wrong foot.
He smiled as D.A. finally looked up and saw him.
D.A. rolled her eyes when she saw Jordan. God! He was everywhere, as if she didn't have enough to remind her of what she did. Actually, she felt a little guilty for provoking Letty, if not only for her bruised ribs.
"How are your ribs??"
She pushed past him into the kitchen. "How the hell do you think they are JJ?"
Jordan followed her, straddling over one of the stools at the counter. "I think they hurt like a bitch, and I kinda think you deserve it."
D.A. slammed the fridge door shut. He never liked to mince words huh! "Fuck You!"
Jordan smiled and leaned forward on the counter. "You know for someone who's only 16 you got a pretty big vocabulary..."
"Don't you know when you're not wanted, it's not as if I don't already feel bad, you asshole. I've got enough people around here glaring at me all day and Ice already chewed me out."
Jordan winced. Ouch! He knew how bad Ice could get especially when he was mad. "Ouch! Was it bad??"
D.A. shrugged as she began to make herself a ham sandwich. "Yeah, but it was his normal ice-cold thing. Ya know when he just stares at you for awhile and than threatens you, in that calm ass voice."
Jordan nodded. He knew those! He had gotten one the first time he came to live with them, and he hadn't even done anything wrong! He watched her silently, while she made her sandwich.
"Hey make me one too." Jordan said as he jumped off the stool onto the ground. He walked around the kitchen counter and headed for the fridge.
"Make it yourself, I'm the injured one." She finished making her sandwich and headed to the fridge to put the mayonnaise away.
Jordan stepped back as she slightly edged him aside. "Pretty please" he added in a playful voice.
D.A. almost smiled. She glanced up over the top of the fridge door at him. "Um......let me think about it? NO!" She smiled when she saw the mock hurt on his face. Brushing past him she closed the fridge door and headed upstairs to her room.
Jordan grinned after D.A. He had known she'd say no. Dammit! He still hadn't talked to her about what happened. Fuck! She always sidetracked him. He'd just talk to her upstairs when he was done his sandwich
Dionne grabbed her stuff from her work locker and headed outside. She had just finished work and she was so tired, and then on top of that she had to go for a run. She had eaten half a bag of Doritos yesterday! Walking to the exit she waved goodbye to her colleagues.
"Later Emma!"
"Bye babe!"
Dionne walked outside, fumbling with her bags. She had to go to help out at the store today and she had brought her lunch and a change of clothes, so she could run home in. She continued walking to the bus stop, when she tripped over a small bump in the sidewalk causing her stuff to fly 30 feet in front of her, and she fell almost flat on her face.
Groaning at her own stupidity for not seeing it there, she slowly got up from the ground wiping her hands on her pants. Dammit! She looked around as she saw a few people stop and laugh, she grimaced, was there anything more mortifying?
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" She cursed under her breath. She hung out with D.A. way too much! She walked over to her bags and tried to pick them all up.
Flex jumped out of his car, having been on his way to pick Dee up, he had seen her take a flying fall.
"Dee! Dee!"
Dee heard someone call her name faintly, she had been thinking about her continuous stupidity. Spinning around she noticed Flex jogging towards her. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yo Dee you a'ight??" Flex took the bags from her hand and motioned for her to follow him to his parked Navigator.
She nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay!"
Flex put the bags in the back seat and opened the front door for Dee. "You sure??"
Dee nodded again, although she could see her knees and her elbows bleeding. She moved in her seat, trying not get the blood on the plush leather seats.
Flex looked over at her and saw her cheeks brighten. He decided to change the topic to save her from any more embarrassment. " Kia told me you were going by the store, so I thought I'd come and pick you up."
"Oh thanks, you didn't have to though. I'm fine taking the bus."
Flex frowned. Damn! She was stubborn. He knew they had all asked a million times why she didn't just live with them or let them at least buy her a car. But she always, said no. It wasn't as if Ice didn't have the money.
Dionne turned her head towards him, already knowing what he was thinking. "Don't even start wit me Flex, I mean it."
"Okay, okay"
D.A. laid on her bed, singing along to the music coming out of her stereo. She would have been dancing except; it hurt too much.
Boy You Know You Make Me Float
Boy You Really Get Me High
I Feel Like I'm On Dope
Cause You Send Me On A Wrecking Ball
Boy You Gotta Stroke
Before Drifting Me Deeper
Your There Now Hold Me Close
Boy Let's Take This Overboard Now
I Want You To
(Rock The Boat)
Rock The Boat, Rock The Boat
Rock The Boat, Rock The Boat
(Work It In The Middle)
Work The Middle, Work The Middle
Work The Middle, Work The Middle
(Change Positions For Me)
Change Positions, New Positions
New Positions, New Positions
(Now Stroke It Baby)
Stroke It For Me, Stroke It For Me
Stroke It For Me, Stroke It For Me
"I want you to rock the boat, rock the boat. . . . " she sang along with the music. She glanced over at the time seeing it was only 5pm. Good! No one would be home for a while.
Trying to dance and not hurt herself at the same time she walked over to her closet, deciding she'd change into her nightclothes and have some alone time, for once! Maybe she'd go rent a movie or something . . D.A. spun around when she felt her door swing open. Holding her shirt to her chest she glared at the person leaning against the door.
Jordan grinned at finally catching D.A. at a loss for words. It didn't happen often!! His eyes ran down her body, noticing the lack of clothing. Reaching over to the stereo he turned down the volume.
D.A. glared furiously at Jordan. "Don't you know how to knock??"
Jordan shrugged. "I did but you couldn't hear me 'cause the music was too loud."
D.A. tried unsuccessfully to put on her shirt without him seeing. "Um... can't you see I'm trying to change here?? Do you wanna leave??"
Jordan stepped inside the room, closing the door behind him. He moved over to the bed and sat down, not removing his eyes from her. "Why........It's nothing I ain't seen before."
D.A.'s cheeks turned noticeably darker.
Jordan's face broke into a small grin. "No one's home, at least not for another 3-4 hours. Flex just phoned."
D.A.'s face turned from feigned anger to a sexy smile in just seconds. "Well then, what am I doing way over here than." Flinging off her shirt and shrugging out of her shorts she jumped on Jordan.
D.A. lounged on the couch watching TV. She sighed. Fuck! Why did everything have to be her fault?? She touched her bandaged ribs lightly and winced as the movement caused her a slight pain. Damn! Slowly she edged herself off the couch, heading into the kitchen, wincing along the way.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she mumbled under her breath. "Who the hell knew she could hit so hard!"
Jordan casually leaned himself against the wall, in front of D.A. He smirked watching her wince as she walked towards him. He almost felt sorry for her, but she had been looking for it. She had goaded Letty into that fight. It was weird; he thought wryly, those two were so much alike it's too bad they got off on the wrong foot.
He smiled as D.A. finally looked up and saw him.
D.A. rolled her eyes when she saw Jordan. God! He was everywhere, as if she didn't have enough to remind her of what she did. Actually, she felt a little guilty for provoking Letty, if not only for her bruised ribs.
"How are your ribs??"
She pushed past him into the kitchen. "How the hell do you think they are JJ?"
Jordan followed her, straddling over one of the stools at the counter. "I think they hurt like a bitch, and I kinda think you deserve it."
D.A. slammed the fridge door shut. He never liked to mince words huh! "Fuck You!"
Jordan smiled and leaned forward on the counter. "You know for someone who's only 16 you got a pretty big vocabulary..."
"Don't you know when you're not wanted, it's not as if I don't already feel bad, you asshole. I've got enough people around here glaring at me all day and Ice already chewed me out."
Jordan winced. Ouch! He knew how bad Ice could get especially when he was mad. "Ouch! Was it bad??"
D.A. shrugged as she began to make herself a ham sandwich. "Yeah, but it was his normal ice-cold thing. Ya know when he just stares at you for awhile and than threatens you, in that calm ass voice."
Jordan nodded. He knew those! He had gotten one the first time he came to live with them, and he hadn't even done anything wrong! He watched her silently, while she made her sandwich.
"Hey make me one too." Jordan said as he jumped off the stool onto the ground. He walked around the kitchen counter and headed for the fridge.
"Make it yourself, I'm the injured one." She finished making her sandwich and headed to the fridge to put the mayonnaise away.
Jordan stepped back as she slightly edged him aside. "Pretty please" he added in a playful voice.
D.A. almost smiled. She glanced up over the top of the fridge door at him. "Um......let me think about it? NO!" She smiled when she saw the mock hurt on his face. Brushing past him she closed the fridge door and headed upstairs to her room.
Jordan grinned after D.A. He had known she'd say no. Dammit! He still hadn't talked to her about what happened. Fuck! She always sidetracked him. He'd just talk to her upstairs when he was done his sandwich
Dionne grabbed her stuff from her work locker and headed outside. She had just finished work and she was so tired, and then on top of that she had to go for a run. She had eaten half a bag of Doritos yesterday! Walking to the exit she waved goodbye to her colleagues.
"Later Emma!"
"Bye babe!"
Dionne walked outside, fumbling with her bags. She had to go to help out at the store today and she had brought her lunch and a change of clothes, so she could run home in. She continued walking to the bus stop, when she tripped over a small bump in the sidewalk causing her stuff to fly 30 feet in front of her, and she fell almost flat on her face.
Groaning at her own stupidity for not seeing it there, she slowly got up from the ground wiping her hands on her pants. Dammit! She looked around as she saw a few people stop and laugh, she grimaced, was there anything more mortifying?
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" She cursed under her breath. She hung out with D.A. way too much! She walked over to her bags and tried to pick them all up.
Flex jumped out of his car, having been on his way to pick Dee up, he had seen her take a flying fall.
"Dee! Dee!"
Dee heard someone call her name faintly, she had been thinking about her continuous stupidity. Spinning around she noticed Flex jogging towards her. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yo Dee you a'ight??" Flex took the bags from her hand and motioned for her to follow him to his parked Navigator.
She nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay!"
Flex put the bags in the back seat and opened the front door for Dee. "You sure??"
Dee nodded again, although she could see her knees and her elbows bleeding. She moved in her seat, trying not get the blood on the plush leather seats.
Flex looked over at her and saw her cheeks brighten. He decided to change the topic to save her from any more embarrassment. " Kia told me you were going by the store, so I thought I'd come and pick you up."
"Oh thanks, you didn't have to though. I'm fine taking the bus."
Flex frowned. Damn! She was stubborn. He knew they had all asked a million times why she didn't just live with them or let them at least buy her a car. But she always, said no. It wasn't as if Ice didn't have the money.
Dionne turned her head towards him, already knowing what he was thinking. "Don't even start wit me Flex, I mean it."
"Okay, okay"
D.A. laid on her bed, singing along to the music coming out of her stereo. She would have been dancing except; it hurt too much.
Boy You Know You Make Me Float
Boy You Really Get Me High
I Feel Like I'm On Dope
Cause You Send Me On A Wrecking Ball
Boy You Gotta Stroke
Before Drifting Me Deeper
Your There Now Hold Me Close
Boy Let's Take This Overboard Now
I Want You To
(Rock The Boat)
Rock The Boat, Rock The Boat
Rock The Boat, Rock The Boat
(Work It In The Middle)
Work The Middle, Work The Middle
Work The Middle, Work The Middle
(Change Positions For Me)
Change Positions, New Positions
New Positions, New Positions
(Now Stroke It Baby)
Stroke It For Me, Stroke It For Me
Stroke It For Me, Stroke It For Me
"I want you to rock the boat, rock the boat. . . . " she sang along with the music. She glanced over at the time seeing it was only 5pm. Good! No one would be home for a while.
Trying to dance and not hurt herself at the same time she walked over to her closet, deciding she'd change into her nightclothes and have some alone time, for once! Maybe she'd go rent a movie or something . . D.A. spun around when she felt her door swing open. Holding her shirt to her chest she glared at the person leaning against the door.
Jordan grinned at finally catching D.A. at a loss for words. It didn't happen often!! His eyes ran down her body, noticing the lack of clothing. Reaching over to the stereo he turned down the volume.
D.A. glared furiously at Jordan. "Don't you know how to knock??"
Jordan shrugged. "I did but you couldn't hear me 'cause the music was too loud."
D.A. tried unsuccessfully to put on her shirt without him seeing. "Um... can't you see I'm trying to change here?? Do you wanna leave??"
Jordan stepped inside the room, closing the door behind him. He moved over to the bed and sat down, not removing his eyes from her. "Why........It's nothing I ain't seen before."
D.A.'s cheeks turned noticeably darker.
Jordan's face broke into a small grin. "No one's home, at least not for another 3-4 hours. Flex just phoned."
D.A.'s face turned from feigned anger to a sexy smile in just seconds. "Well then, what am I doing way over here than." Flinging off her shirt and shrugging out of her shorts she jumped on Jordan.