Free Teenage Love Affair by Ni-Ni Simone Page A

placing on taboo parts of my body.
    An hour later after we were done committing our sins and had both showered, I noticed that Ameen was getting fully dressed and had slipped his Tims on. “Where are you going?” I asked him.
    He paused and then said, “Umm, I need to run by the church for my mother. Umm, I promised her I would deliver two dinners to the monks there.”
    â€œMonks?”
    â€œYou know what I mean. What’s that they call those people that head the church. The ushers.”
    â€œYou mean the pastor?”
    â€œYeah, him. I need to deliver two dinners to the pastor.”
    â€œOkay, well, I’m going with you.” I reached for my shoes.
    â€œNah, it won’t take me long, I’ll be right back.”
    â€œHow long?”
    â€œAn hour.”
    I hated that I felt like he was lying, but a part of me wanted to believe what he was saying was true. “An hour?” I twisted my lips. “If you say so,” I said, not wanting to start another argument.
    â€œAn hour, baby, that’s it.” He kissed me on the neck, picked up my car keys, and walked out the door.
    When I knew for certain he was gone I started rummaging through his things. I guess he expected it, because I found nothing. After a while I felt stupid sitting there alone. I thought about leaving, but then again, how would I? Ameen had my ride.
    I decided to forget it. I’d wait it out and then when he came back I’d let him know that I didn’t appreciate him leaving me here like that. But then again, I really shouldn’t have been worried because if he had another chick, how much attention was she really getting when I was in his room alone?
    I picked up the remote to his TV and turned it on. Two hours later, I’d had enough of MTV. I turned to look out his window, and out the corner of my eye I noticed my cell phone, which had been on vibrate, blinking. I picked the phone up and I had three missed calls, all from Asha. As soon as I decided I’d call her back tomorrow, my cell phone was ringing again. “What, Asha?” I answered.
    â€œWhere are you?” she asked. Her voice sounded as if she were in a hurry.
    â€œWith Ameen.”
    â€œYou are physically with Ameen?” she asked as if she didn’t believe me.
    â€œYes,” I continued, “we’re sitting here watching a movie.”
    â€œWell”—I heard her smirk—“this must be what we call ghetto twins because it’s some dude right here in Club Heated hanging on some busted bitch, feeling all over her and kissing her on the neck.”
    I couldn’t believe this. My heart started pounding. “What?”
    â€œIt’s nothin’,” she said. “It’s obvious I have the wrong cat.”
    â€œCome get me.”
    â€œCome get you?” she screeched. “Then that means I have to pay twice to get up in here. Hell, no, catch the bus.”
    â€œAsha, now is not the time to be frontin’.” My heart was beating so fast I swore it would fall out my chest. “I’m at Ameen’s. Call me when you’re in front of the building.”
    â€œYou’re lucky we’re friends,” she said, and then hung up.
    Ten minutes later Asha was waiting outside. I stormed down the stairs and into Asha’s car. “Where’s Courtney?” I asked Asha as she pulled off.
    â€œI left him at the club to keep an eye on Black Romeo. Plus he doesn’t really have any money so it didn’t make sense for both of us to pay twice.”
    Asha kept talking about something but all I could think about was how the lump in my throat was due to explode. Somewhere inside of me I knew that Ameen was cheating. But then again he was with me practically every day, so when did he have time to cheat?
    â€œYou know what, Asha,” I said as if we were in the midst of a conversation, “if Ameen is cheating on me then why doesn’t he