Free The Fight by L. Divine Page A

his pretty teeth.
    â€œYou’re lying, KJ, and you know it, God knows it, and I know it. Ya mama probably knows it too. Who do you think I am? Some silly little broad with selective amnesia? I only remember you saying that you couldn’t pick me up from work anymore in your trifling bucket of a car because your lying butt had to work late from now on. Isn’t that what you said to me?”
    At that moment, I could only hear breathing over the phone. KJ was completely silent and I was on a roll.
    â€œSo, let me ask you, KJ. Why you gotta lie, huh? People only lie when they’re afraid of something or someone. What are you afraid of? Just let me know so we can move on, because this is too much madness for me.”
    â€œI ain’t afraid of nothing and no one. You’re just too high maintenance. You expect too much from me, like all this checking up on me business . . .” I had to cut him off in the middle of his twisted player ill-logic and check his lie.
    â€œExcuse me, KJ, but how is accepting an offer made by my boyfriend to pick me up from work being high maintenance? Break that one down for me, please. You’re straight tripping on this phone tonight, KJ. I don’t know what has gotten in to you, but I sure do hope you return to normal soon, because this side of you is not pretty to me at all.”
    â€œJayd, you expect a brotha to do all of this stuff for you, yet I get nothing in return. Why should I go out of my way to show my love when you won’t go out of your way to show me yours?”
    Yes, he did try to use that twisted player bull logic on me. He must have forgotten temporarily who I am, because normally he wouldn’t have said something so stupid to me.
    â€œKJ, I think you have completely lost your mind, ’cause you should know a hell of a lot better than to say some stupid mess like that to me. You know my cookies ain’t for sale . . . not for free rides from work, dinner, or anything else. And on that note, I will see you at school tomorrow, or have I lost my ride to summer school too? Maybe by tomorrow you’ll be back to the normal KJ that I know and love.” And just like that, I hung up the phone.
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    â€œGirl, no he didn’t lie to you? My mama always said that men ain’t nothing but lying, cheating bastards and that they’re all Satan’s soldiers.” I told you that Misty’s mom was messed up.
    â€œWell, I wouldn’t say all that, but I don’t appreciate his lying, and then to say that it’s my fault because I won’t give it up. Let me know if I’m being unreasonable, but damn, he’s really trippin’, huh, Misty?”
    Now usually, Misty would have my back no matter who we would be talking about. But, on this one she sighed and said, “Well, Jayd, y’all have been going out for a couple of months and he does treat you nice, and he’s KJ. Why you don’t want to give it up to him? You said he told you he loved you, and I know you love him. So, what’s the problem?”
    I didn’t have an answer for her that night. I didn’t know why I didn’t want to have sex with KJ. I just didn’t feel it was the right time, ya know? I can’t explain it. I did love him and he did get me all excited and stuff, but sex? Too big, too soon. I didn’t know if I was ready.
    Then I made the mistake of telling Misty I might have sex with KJ at some point in the future. She of course went back and told KJ this, and he started acting all sweet and nice again. She didn’t tell me she told him about our conversation, so I thought KJ had come around to my way of thinking. Man, was I wrong.
    One night after a summer football game in El Segundo, KJ asked me to go to the beach with him. Even though I was staying at my mom’s house, I knew I still had to calI Mama to ask if it was okay. She said cool. “Just don’t stay out too late or come back