Free The Fight by L. Divine Page B

pregnant.” Mama always knows what to say and when.
    KJ and I are having a nice time at the beach, when he starts kissing me real hard. I hate when he does that.
    â€œDamn, KJ, why you kissing me like that? This ain’t One Life to Live.”
    â€œI’m sorry, Jayd. It’s just that you taste so good, I want to make sure I get all of you.”
    This did not sound like KJ at all. It sounded like his older basketball cronies. Not this mess again. But, just as I’m about to tell him where to go, our song “Let Me Know,” by Aaliyah, comes on; we just stop to listen.
    â€œI love this song,” I say, momentarily forgetting I’m irritated with KJ.
    â€œRemember our first date, KJ? You came to my house, met Mama, ate the entire plate of food she fixed you, and then asked for more?”
    â€œYour grandmother is the best cook. I need to drop by soon to grub, and say hi to Mama, of course.”
    KJ has a genuine affection for Mama. I think because his grandparents live out of state, he misses having a grandparent around. I’ve noticed he really likes older people. Even when he’s at work old women are always talking to him and saying how sweet and cute he is. If they only knew he was an angel in disguise.
    â€œYou know I love you, right, KJ?”
    â€œYeah, I know. So why don’t you let me know what’s up with the games, Jayd? You acting like you don’t want to, but I know you do. So why don’t you just cut out the act and let’s get down to it,” KJ said, trying to pull me closer to him. I guess he thought the song plus his weak little line was supposed to make me say “Okay, Your Majesty” and bow down. I don’t think so.
    â€œWhatever gave you the idea I was playing come and get it games with you, fool? I’ve been straight up about this whole thing from day one. I said I wasn’t ready. I ain’t ready. And I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to with you,” I say.
    â€œWell, that ain’t what your girl said.”
    â€œWhat girl?” Now I was on red-level-pissed-offin-a-serious-way mode.
    â€œMisty said you really want to get with this, but you’re just afraid. Don’t be mad, Jayd; she was just trying to help me out. I been trying to figure you out, and I can’t. Sometimes it seems like you want to, but then you always say no . . .”
    â€œThat’s because I mean NO!” I shout in KJ’s face. “Take me home now so I can call Misty and cuss her out. And, thank you for showing me I can’t trust you or her anymore. How dare you two plot when, how, and to whom I’ll give up my cookies. How you know I want to give it up to you anyway? I never told you that. You don’t listen, KJ. That’s your problem. You just can’t believe someone don’t want to sleep with your conceited self. Well, I’m here to let you know there’s at least one girl who doesn’t and won’t. Maybe you and Misty should get together, since y’all seem to have it all worked out.”
    â€œJayd, don’t be like that . . .”
    â€œTake me home now, KJ. I’m through talking to you for the night.”
    That was our last date. Since we were closer to Mama’s than my mom’s house, I made him take me there. As soon as I walked through my front door, I got the phone from the hallway table and stormed outside onto the front porch. I wanted to make sure I was out of earshot when I told off Misty. There are too many nosey folks around my house.
    She picked up on the first ring.
    â€œWhat’s up, Misty?”
    â€œJayd, what you doing home this early? I thought you went out with KJ tonight?”
    â€œI did. But it seems KJ was on the wrong date. He thought he was on a date with the Jayd who wanted to give it up because her best friend told him so. Do you know that Jayd? Because next time you need to send her on the date, not me.”
    â€œGirl,