Free A Red Apple by Chaundra Soliz Page A

she is talking about some other nigga she better think again.
    Whatever she is mad about she will get over it. I usually do n’t allow these bullshit ass tantrums but I don’t feel like hearing her mouth so I give her a pass. I hate to do it to her but school is about to be back in session so our time together will be few and far in between. It isn’t personal it’s just how things have to be. Money, power, bitches… in that order.

Chapter 8 Piper: Boys Boys Boys
    School, school and more school is all my life consists of these days and I need to get out and play. I am at the grocery store with a new boy toy of mines name Skylar. I’d met him at a Houston Rockets game, where I was doing some volunteer work for my school. We hit it off pretty well and have been kicking it hard. He is a nice enough guy and earns an honest living as a Houston police officer. He always knows what to say to keep my sprits up. He isn’t very cute but he keeps my mind off Dr. James and all of his disappearing acts, stranger danger, I don’t know you bullshit. The biggest problem I have with Skylar is his square attitude. He hasn’t even tried to so much as kiss me, let alone fuck me. Not that I will oblige but I want to feel desired. Thank God for my trusty hand because I’ve been needing them a lot lately and they never fail me.
    “You like these tomatoes babe?” Skylar asks holding up two fully ripe tomatoes.
    “Let’s go out tonight,” I disregard his question. This guy is getting lamer everyday.
    “I’m down,” he says in the hippest manner he can muster up. “You want to hit that strip club we went to last time?”
    I laugh because he is trying so hard but I give him an E for effort. “I will think of something and those tomatoes look fine.”
    After picking up a few more things, I get in line to pay for everything. Skylar has received an emergency call from the police department to come in so he has to split. But he leaves me some money to pay for my food and a cab. I think I hear someone calling my name. So I look back and see a fine ass dark brother wearing a white T, crisp white forces and a pair of tan cargo pants coming my way. He is about 5’10 with a body out of this world. He has a small fro and can easily pass for Morris Chestnut. The closer he gets to me, the cuter he becomes. He has a small beauty mark under his left eye, pearly white teeth and a king nose. ‘He can get it.’ He looks familiar but I can’t put my finger on it.
    “Do I know you?” I ask the fine stranger.
    “Depends on if your name is Piper or not?” The way he’s moving the toothpick around in his mouth makes me wonder what other things he can do with his tongue.
    “That will be $87.25 ma’am.” The ugly trashy looking cashier interrupts me.
    “Oh let me get that for you,” the stranger hands the woman a hundred dollar bill and gives the change to the bag boy.
    “I can pay for my own food,” I snap as I start heading out. His fine ass is right on my heels.
    “I’m sorry about that. Why don’t you pay me back by taking me out for dinner tonight… your treat.” he is very quick on his toes and I like that.
    “My name is Piper,” I ignor e his suggestion. “So tell me how we know each other?”
    “I’m Carter and you dissed me at the club a while back talkin’ shit about how you might call but you don’t date frat boys or your friends man homeboys and shit like that.”
    “Sounds like me,” I nod my head and laugh. “So are you still any of the above or has anything changed?”
    “A-T til’ I die and DJ is still my frat brother if that’s what you mean.” His hands are in his pockets and his swagger is impressive.
    Damn it, I had forgot to call a cab and it doesn’t look like Carter is going to let up so I have to humble myself and ask for help. “My friend had to leave me because of an emergency so would it be too much to ask for a ride to the freshman dorms ?” I exhale with a sigh of relief because I am happy