Free Teenage Love Affair by Ni-Ni Simone Page B

just leave me alone?”
    â€œHe probably really likes you.”
    â€œSo then…why the other girls?”
    â€œBecause he likes them too.”
    â€œBut Ameen can be honest with me. If he wants to see other people then all he has to do is tell me and I’ll leave him alone.”
    â€œWhat?” she said, confused. “Why is everything on his terms? I’m telling you he’s doin’ him, can’t you see that? Just bounce. Be out. You always let him use your car, he’s all sleepin’ with you whenever the wind blows, and I hope you’re using condoms.”
    â€œYes we are—as if that’s any of your business.”
    â€œWhatever, I’m just sayin’, you see what your cousin Toi went through after she had her baby. She practically dropped off the earth; don’t let the same thing happen to you.”
    â€œYou’re reachin’.”
    â€œAll I’m saying is that it’s life beyond Ameen. I understand he’s your first but you really don’t have to be this open. Now, I hope you seeing him in here with this chick teaches you a lesson: That your boo ain’t all that.” She parked the car. “Now, let’s go. And I’m telling you, if you take him back after this don’t be in my ear about the mess he’s doing to you, ’cause I don’t wanna hear it.”
    â€œDidn’t I tell you I was through with him after this?”
    â€œYou said that the other day too.”
    â€œThis is different.”
    â€œI hope so,” she said as we exited the car and walked into the club. “But it sure seems to me that your heart got your mind trippin’.”
    The GS Boyz’s “Stanky Leg” was blastin’ as we walked into Club Heated. We paid our ten dollars and I could hear the crowd shouting, “Go, Ameen, do the stanky leg!”
    Once we were standing next to Courtney, Asha said while pointing to Ameen, “I thought you said this clown was a thug.”
    â€œDon’t be judging people, Asha, you don’t know. He could be a thug,” Courtney said and pointed to his chest. “I’ma thug.”
    This whole conversation was ridiculous. “Shut up,” I barked at Courtney, as I attempted to walk up behind Ameen and she pulled me back.
    â€œHold up,” Asha said, “let’s see how this plays out for a minute.”
    â€œYou not gon’ tell me to shut up too many more times,” Courtney snapped.
    â€œZsa,” Asha said, “if you go over there now, all he gon’ say is he was dancing with the chick. No, let’s see what he does after the stanky leg.”
    I couldn’t believe my eyes. Ameen was straight clowin’. He would’ve never danced with me like that, yet he was all over this chick.
    Hold it…wait… I shook my head… hold it, does that chick have on the Gucci boots he bought for me? Oh, my God, he gave her my boots?
    I swear I wanted to drop a river from my eyes, but I knew if I started crying in here then er’body up in this spot would think my swagger was weak. No way. When I left this place I needed to be known as no joke.
    After a few minutes passed I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt like Ameen had opened my heart, sliced it down the middle, and pissed on the inside. I walked over to Ameen and pushed him on the shoulder. He was so busy kissing the girl that either he didn’t feel my push or he didn’t care to turn around.
    So instead of pushing him again, I mushed him in the head.
    â€œWhat the…” He spun around and looked dead in my face. He quickly wiped the lipstick from his lips and spat, “What are you doin’ here? Didn’t I tell you to stay home?” He pointed his fingers like a gun in my face.
    â€œWho is this bitch, Ameen?” I pointed back into his face. “Huh.” I pushed him. “I thought you were going to church to deliver some dinners?