Tommy read a little into it, putting up his guard. He then shook his head, deciding that he was being paranoid.

This niggah don’t know my business. I never met him a day in my life. I took Jadish’s pussy. She’ll never know and I’ll never tell a soul, Tommy thought with a bitter smile, some-what jealous of Sax getting Jadish’s attention.

Sax met Jadish’s little brother and fell in love with him after the New Year. He treated her brother like his own sibling.

His name was Thompson. Sax then took Jadish’s entire family out to eat, including Tommy. They chit-chatted,
got to know each other and once the check came he paid for everyone’s food but Tommy’s.

Appalled, Tommy evil-eyed him, remaining quiet. Pulled out his wallet and paid for his own food.

Jadish and her mom went out to the car early. Her grandmother excused herself and went to the restroom.
Thompson wanted to go to the mall with some friends and vanished to go ask his mother.

Tommy was alone with Sax.

“Why did you bring us out if you weren’t going to pay for my food?” Tommy asked with an attitude.

He looked good in blue jeans, a T shirt and a $500 leather jacket he bought from a crack head for ten dollars.

“I changed my mind,” said Sax, standing up.

Tommy drank his beer. “So what if I didn’t have the money. You didn’t give me any warning. Real men don’t do that.”

Sax snapped, “And real men don’t…” He swallowed the words. “You know what, fuck you. I don’t like you and I never will. You perverted asshole.”

Tommy brushed it off. “Watch your mouth, kid.”

Sax said, “Kid? I’m a grown man, dawg.”

Tommy was seething with anger on the inside. “I don’t like you, Sax. What kinda name is that?” he joked, getting a kick out of this entire ordeal.

“I was named after an instrument, you know. Your Mama’s lips they used to call flutes, Pimp. She loves Chuttes and Latters.”

Tommy slammed his fists down on the table and all activity ceased. People looked on in silence.

Jadish's grandmother confusedly watched from the ante-chamber with Thompson.

Tommy quipped, “Look, I don’t know who you think you are. But you’re new to the family; you probably won’t last ten more seconds. Do you know who you’re messing with?”

Sax got in his face and said, “A pussy-ass Niggah is who I’m fucking with. Go ahead. Whoop my ass, Niggah. Maybe put a drug in my drink or something and take my fucking virginity.”

Tommy closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.

“What are you talking about? I don’t do the gay shit.”

Gahdamn he knows! He knows! Oh my God how did he find out? Does Jadish know? Had she told her
father? This can’t be happening. I covered all my freaking tracks, Tommy thought frighteningly.

“You’re right. You don’t do the gay shit. You just do innocent, can’t-defend themselves females. Try that shit while I’m on the block, Jack
and you’ll get that ass stomped.”

Deciding that he had enough, Sax picked up the remainder of his Sprite and dumped it on Tommy’s head.

“Cool off. Your head seems…kinda hot, dawg. And oh yea you’re riding with Jadish’s daddy ‘cause you’re not getting in my Impala. You do one thing to piss me off, loose lips will sink ships. Feel me, Playah?”

Sax left Tommy standing there, fuming.