Rinse

Chapter 13

“Harlem! Hurry up b***h! Raheem saw me!” We started to run down the street, and when we got to the bus stop, the bus was gone. “s**t! What do we now?” And before I started to think! T and Cam came to get us separately. “Yo Jas! Get in with Cam, he’ll take you to his house, Harlem get in!” Cam’s house? Who’s house were we just in? “Whose house was we just in Cam?” “Bro, I’ll tell you later get in!” We both hopped in the boys car’s and get out of that neighborhood. “What’s going on T? I’m starting to worry.” “Raheem started shooting up the place looking for Jas. I’m taking you home with me, I know he knows where you live.” Oh s**t, “And Jas is going to Cam’s. How far is that?” “About 36 minutes from my place.” The rest of the ride was quiet. After awhile, we made it to his house. “Is your mom home?” “Naw, we alone. My mom is out on a cruise for awhile and my dad is on a business trip.” This is the first T has been home alone, from my understanding. His mom never trusted him even before he started doing these ‘jobs’ of his. “You wanna shower or just change? I got some spare clothes.” I never shower at other people’s house without my own soap. For some f*****g reason, my skin is sensitive so I need a specific type of soap. “I’m good. I would love some shorts though, I can just wear my shirt.” T nods and briefly heads up stairs. I’m still worried if Jas is okay, why would Raheem try to kill her? A gun? The boy is abusive but I never thought he was crazy. “Here, take these.” These are my old shorts I left over here when I was a little bigger in size. I was spending the night and I must’ve left them without noticing. “Thanks T.” He turns around to not see me change, but really I don’t mind. He saw my bra already, maybe seeing my underwear is too far. We’re not official so I understand. “You can turn around T. They’re on now.” We sit by each other silently, until T interrupted it. “What are we Harlem?” I slowly turn my head confused. “We kissed twice, made out… what’s next? I don’t want to hurt you Harlem and I know you don’t want to hurt me.” But all I could say was, “The moon is beautiful isn’t it?” The only way I’ll ever say I love you. He smiles “It always has been, Harlem. It always has been.” “So what are we T? I think we are both thinking it.” He cups my face with his smooth brown hands, “If only you will have me, can I be yours Harlem?” I don’t know why, but my eyes start to water, my life is turning a leaf. “Yes, to the the moon and back you can be mines and I’ll be yours.” We end the conversation in a sensual inevitable kiss. A kiss to always remember.