Free Chardonnay: A Novel by Jacquilynn Martine

I said laughing, she always thought something
was wrong with the guy if he didn’t want anything to do with her instead of her
thinking something was wrong with her. But I liked that about her.
    “I was at the Legends mall in Kansas last weekend and I saw him
strolling with this girl,” Jersey smirked and went on to say,
    “She wasn’t Katura. So, me and my crew went ovah to speak and he
just nudged his chin my way and told me some bullshit story about him having to
be somewhere, when I could blatantly see him wasting his precious little time
walking around with this girl they call Vee.”
    I sipped some more of my milk and said, “Oh really.”
    “Uhn huh. So if the girl he was wit could pull him from
Katura, I know I could— Nay she was busted!”
    “But—her ass wasn’t was it?”
    “Nope. She could have been the pin up girl for Apple
Bottoms if her frontal wasn’t such a disgrace.”
    We laughed and for the first time I felt as if we were in close
enough age to tell her everything that was going on at that point of my life.
But I didn’t after what she told me next.
    “So I tested him...please don’t be mad at me Chardonnay,”
    I looked at her. I knew Jersey had a crush on Mystro, hell they
were the same age, but I just knew she wouldn’t fall for his hype like every
girl in a thousand mile radius who had ever heard of him had.
    “Two days ago, I gave him my virginity.”
    I could have gone through the roof. I held my head down and placed
my hand on my forehead, rubbing it gently.
      Not only was I disappointed
she had done that—not only was I disappointed in Mystro for taking something so
precious from her, but I was now put in a predicament of my little sister
screwing around with one of my best friends man. I stood from the table slowly
and walked a few steps shaking my head then finally turning around to her to
say,
    “What? Jersey do you know what you gave to him? Pussy points—a virgin is like...a gold mine that he can be able to just tell
his friends about. A bragging right—not a cherished memory.”
    A faint look of shame crept along her baby face.
    “But, he knows what went down and I do to.”
    “Let me guess...he told you that you looked beautiful and played a
role you hadn’t ever seen before, huh? Or did he promise you that you would
always be special to him...I bet he didn’t tell you he loved you.”
    I knew how Myron and his boys rolled, although they cheated, they
never lead the females along. Jersey looked out the window as headlights pulled
into the garage and said, “No... he told me he was in love with me.”
    Somehow that suddenly made it all worse.
    Zasmyth got out her car and came around the side door like I told
her to do. She knocked and I yelled that it was open while staring at Jersey.
Zasmyth stepped in and threw my huge LU duffel bag on top of the island counter
top.
    “You left this girl! You must have been really tripping
about...did I miss something?” she said after finally looking at the droop
looks on Jersey and I’s faces.
    “Yeah...we have a problem on our hands.” I said walking over to
Jersey.
    “Girl what you do now! Can’t ya keep ya ass home?”
Zasmyth said as she stole a Danish out the box.
    “It’s not about how she can’t stay home, it’s a little more real this time.”
    “What the hell ever! He really loves me. It’s not like you are a
saint Nay!” Jersey said in defense.
    “He who?” asked a confused Zasmyth.
    I shook my head as Jersey blurted out,
    “Mystro!”
    “Come again, I—I thought he was only supposed to love Katura...you
know—the girl he can’t live without.” said Zasmtyh concluding my fear of Mystro’s
huge game of getting Jersey legs wide open and all to himself.
    “Jersey, I can’t believe this. And did it occur to you that he
only dates older women?”
    She tisked and got out her Blackberry.
    “Watch this,” she text him and told him what she had done and told
him to call her now. It took about ten