Flyy Girl by Omar Tyree

Author:Omar Tyree [Tyree, Omar]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: General, Fiction
ISBN: 9780743219747
Google: tMY0579_LRcC
Amazon: 1564110567
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Published: 1993-06-14T18:30:00+00:00

“So what happened, man?” Bucky asked.

Bruce had returned from his girlfriend’s house. He answered, sitting on Bucky’s steps with his head down, “She said her period was on.”

Bucky laughed, straightening out his Adidas tennis outfit. “You went for that nut shit?”

Bruce threw up his hands. “Look, man, what was I supposed to do?”

“You should have let her know, right off the back, that you ain’t no nut, cuz’.”

Bruce shook his head and said, “Yeah, well, it’s too late for that now. Maybe it just ain’t meant for me to get no ass.”

“Man, shet up. That’s probably why they all think you a sucka’ now.”

“Well, what we gon’ do tonight?” Bruce asked, changing the subject. There had to be at least a million better things worth talking about, as far he was concerned.

Bucky tucked in his shirt. He wasn’t “good-looking,” but to Bruce, Bucky had poise and style. “I don’t know what ’chew doin’, but I’m gon’ get with this bitch later on,” he said. Then again, Bucky simply did and said what he wanted, and girls seemed to respect him for it.

“Damn, well, I might as well go to see this girl myself,” Bruce suggested.

“Yeah, you betta’ do somethin’.”

Bruce left immediately. The early April night was warm and peaceful. He walked to the girl’s block, where he found her standing with her slightly bow-legged girlfriend. Bruce could not help watching her friend’s bow-legs for the twenty or so minutes that he spent with them.

“So what’s up, Nikki?”

“Nothin’. You just decided to come around here and see me, hunh?”

“Why you say it like that?”

“Were you bored or somethin’, Bruce?”

“What, I gotta be bored to come see you?”

“I’m asking you.”

Bruce looked at her girlfriend. “Damn!” he said, laughing. Nikki knew what he was talking about, but she tried to let it pass.

“Are you going to that party tonight?” she asked him.

“Naw. What party?”

“At the playground center.”

“Nope. I want to be with you tonight,” Bruce said, glancing at her girlfriend again.

Nikki had enough. She snapped, “This is Kari, since you act like you want to meet her.”

Bruce was caught, and all he could do was smile about it. “Why you say that?” he responded, still grinning.

“You know what, Bruce? You can go back home, because you don’t have any respect for me.”

“Aw, now, why you gon’ say that?”

Nikki ignored him. Bruce decided to leave. There was no way he could keep his mind on one girl, when he wasn’t getting anything from any of them. What the hell is the use? he thought.

Bruce went home and sat inside of his living room. He laid back on the couch, exhausted from his thoughts of hopelessness. It was one of those Friday nights when all of his friends would get drunk. But Bruce didn’t feel like being drunk; he felt like being inside of a girl. He closed his eyes, dreaming about it.

BRRRRIIIINNNG!

He answered the phone on the first ring. “Hello.”

“Hi, it’s Tracy.”

“Hey, girl. What’s going on?” he asked excitedly. He straightened up on the couch.

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