Jholee & Kiandre, page 17
“Sabrina, I agree with our son. If he wanted to capitalize off of it, he wouldn’t have ripped her application up to begin with. Just let him make his own decision. We have more than enough girls. You don’t need Jholee,” Big K said, trying to take up for his son.
“Ah, she’s Jholee to you too, huh? You know I’ll always love Chey, so if you think for one second about leaving Chey alone for good and getting with that weak and timid bitch, I’ll destroy her,” Sabrina snapped.
“You wanna know something, ma.”
“Kiandre,” Big K called his son’s name because he knew how dirty the conversation was about to get. “Let it go, I’ll handle your mother when we get home.”
Kiandre always respected his mom, but he was a bull just like her. They always bumped heads because even when TK was a tyke, he always questioned things and why they happened. It even got him in trouble with his teachers. He had no problems standing up to Big K, his mom, or anyone who challenged him. That particular quality was what made TK… TK.
“Everybody ain’t grow up in the fucking gutter like you and Chey did. I see why you like her. I get it. You see yourself in her and only deal with women like her, so seeing a woman like Jholee is foreign to you. I get it.”
Sabrina’s mouth shot to the floor because she couldn’t believe that her first-born son had talked to her that way.
“Kiandre, apologize for using that language with your mother,” Big K said.
“I’ll apologize for cursing, but I won’t apologize for what I said. I meant it. Look, I like Jholee. She may be timid, shy, weak, naïve, and everything you don’t want in a woman for me, mother, but I like her. She hasn’t talked to me since you came to the hospital and brought that crazy girl with you. So, you win, for now,” TK said and turned around and walked away from his mom.
It had been a week since TK saved Jholee’s life and she was still ignoring him, and even though he said he was going to stop chasing her, he couldn’t stop calling and texting her. The night that he got out of the hospital, he pulled up to Queens Harbor, but that old hating ass lady wouldn’t let him in the gate. She was smiling big when she turned him away from the gate. He also had to think about the situation because if he showed up to Jholee’s house that would give her pops the greenlight to shoot his ass, and if he couldn’t take a gut shot with a metal bat, there was no way he could take a bullet in his ass.
TK’s phone started ringing in his pocket, and he looked at his smart Movado watch to see that Riley was calling him, so he rejected it. He wished that Riley’s dumb ass would go ahead and tell him that she knew about him and Jholee because it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see what she was doing. The only time TK responded to her was when it had something to do with Jholee. That night at dinner, TK could tell that Major wanted to ask him if he had anything going on with Jholee, but he bit his tongue. He had to remember that TK was the one that put food on his table.
TK was satisfied with the way things were going with his club, so he turned around to head out and bumped right into his dad.
“Look, why did you say that to your mother? Now, she’s in the truck crying about how you don’t love her or respect her anymore. You know your mom is a Pitbull, but it’s easy to hurt her feelings. Go apologize again. Please. Just so I don’t have to hear about it all night,” Big K said.
“Pops, I said I apologize for cursing at her.”
“You know your mom is real sensitive about her past. Just apologize again, aight. For me, please,” Big K pleaded, making TK laugh.
“Aight, man.”
“And what is this thing with Jholee? I promised that man that you would leave his daughter alone. TK, you need to be a man and do what I asked you to do. I’m not telling you to get back with Chey, but I am telling you to leave Jholee alone,” Big K said.
“And Dad, I’mma tell you just like I told Mom, I like her. It is what it is.”
Big K knew that once TK’s mind was set on something, then it wasn’t anything one could do to change his mind. All he could do was pray that his son stayed safe and out of Joe-Lee’s way because Joe-Lee was one thousand percent a man of his word.
“All I can say is be safe,” Big K said.
“You know I’m always good.”
Big K and TK walked out to his dad’s truck and Big K got in on the driver’s side while TK tapped on the passenger side window where his mom was sitting. He knocked twice, and his mom turned her head.
“Ma stop acting like a brat. I’m sorry, aight,” TK said.
TK pulled on the door handle and opened it. He pulled his mom into a hug and kissed her temple.
“Look Ma, I apologize for cursing, but I’m grown, and live on my own, pay my own bills, and all of that, so while I may take things you say into consideration, it’s not law. So, if you can please get the thought of me and Chey ever being together again out of your mind, our relationship will be much better. Aight?” TK said and kissed his mom again on the cheek.
“Okay, but I still don’t like that little girl.”
“And that’s fine, Ma. I do, though.”
Sabrina kissed her teeth and rolled her eyes before TK shut the door and walked to his Audi. His truck wouldn’t be ready for another week. That shit still pissed him off thinking about that dumb shit that Chey did. He looked at the clock on his dash to see that Jholee should be getting out of class right now. He drove downtown and made it just in time to see Jholee locking up the studio with the phone up to her ear. He didn’t see Major or Riley’s car, so he knew that she was probably waiting on an Uber.
TK parallel parked right next to her and she looked at his car before she took off walking the other way. TK put his car in park and got out. He left his door open and did a light jog to catch up with Jholee who was on the phone with Octavia, waiting on her to come pick her up.
“I hope somebody steals your car,” Jholee hissed.
“People value their life, Jholee. Tell whoever you on the phone with that I’m taking you home tonight. Don’t make me take the phone from you, aight.”
Jholee stared at him for a few moments before telling Octavia that she would call her when she made it home. Octavia made her promise that she would call or text her when she made it home. Reluctantly, Jholee walked around to the other side of TK’s car and slid in the passenger side. She couldn’t front and say that she wasn’t happy, but she was. She’d missed him. It had been one week since the Ruth’s Chris incident.
“What’s going on, short stuff? You ain’t been eating no tomatoes or nothing lately? You need to thank me because had I not had my sister’s damn epi pen, I’d be visiting your brain dead ass in the hospital,” TK said as he pulled out of the parking spot.
“Thank you, Kiandre,” Jholee whispered.
“I ain’t hear you.”
“You been waiting to say that to me, haven’t you? I bet it’s been burning your little soul up, huh?”
“It sho’ have, now what? You’ve been ignoring me for the last two weeks when I told you that I was going to call you when I got out of the hospital. AND THEN your black ass had the nerve to take me off your guest list with your black self. I was heated, and that old ass lady was loving it when she turned me around,” TK explained.
Jholee looked around when TK didn’t take the exit to her house.
“Uh, you missed my exit,” Jholee said. “Are you kidnapping me?”
“I know I did, and yes, I am. What are you about to do? Jump out a moving car for real this time?”
“Ugh,” Jholee said and laid back in the seat.
TK kind of stayed a ways out from everything, so during the ride, Jholee went to sleep. He looked over at her and she was sleeping peacefully. He wanted to wake her up, but he decided not to because her little ass was about to be up all night. When he pulled up to his gate, he saw that his gate was open and Chey’s car was parked behind his car. Jholee’s eyes opened when the car came to a stop.
“Aye, mane stay in the car, aight,” TK told her.
Jholee looked around to see that she was in TK’s driveway and saw Chey and her sister get out of the car that was in front of them.
“Stay in the car, Jholee, for real,” TK warned her.
“Okay. You know I’m not getting out,” Jholee said.
TK got out the car and approached Chey. “What the fuck are you doing? Why you playing, man? I told you that I was done with you. You keep playing and I’m going to tell my dad to fire your ass. Take yo’ ass on, man,” TK argued.
“I ain’t going nowhere until we go inside and talk, TK,” Chey said and stomped her foot.
Jholee reached in the backseat and grabbed her purse, and Chas caught the extra movement in TK’s car.
“Sis, that nigga brought that bitch over here,” Chas snapped. “Now, I’m about to beat her ass.”
“For real, Kiandre!” Chey growled and started raining blows down on him, knowing her little fists weren’t hurting him.
Jholee reached into her purse the minute she saw Chas stomping towards the car. She crawled over to the driver side and opened the door the minute Chas opened the passenger side door to try and fight her. Jholee popped the cap off her mace inside of her purse and sprayed it across the car at Chas, and got her good right in her face.
“AGGGHHHH!” Chas let out a blood curdling scream and fell to the ground, prompting Chey to run toward Jholee, and she got Chey good as well, but that didn’t stop her from swinging and hitting her in the neck.
Jholee backed up and sprayed Chey again and that made Chey fall to the ground, having a coughing fit. Jholee had caught a whiff of it and she started coughing as well, but she backed up out of it to get herself together, but she kept her hand clutched to the can.
“You not gon’ fight on me no more!” Jholee yelled. “You ain’t gon’ fight on me no more!”
“Jholee, I thought I told your ass to stay in the fucking car. She was only able to open the door because your dumb ass opened the driver side door!” TK shouted at her through his shirt that was covering his mouth and nose.
He squatted to check on a screaming Chey and Jholee shook her head. This was the type of drama that she didn’t need in her life.
“You know what. Fuck you, TK. I don’t need this, and I don’t need you!” Jholee yelled and she started stomping towards his gate.
“I’m going to fuck you up, bitch!” Chey shouted.
TK looked up at Jholee walking towards the gate and he got up to run after her.
“Jo, wait! Let me take you home! This road is dark, ma.”
Jholee turned around and stared at him. TK didn’t need any streetlights to know that Jholee was giving him the angriest look that he had ever seen in his life.
“TK get the fuck away from me! I’m going to walk to the end of this road and call for an Uber. I don’t want to ever see you again after this. I’m blocking you for good this time,” Jholee shouted.
“Wait a minute, damn!” TK shouted.
“I swear to God, if you take one more step towards me, you’re going to be sprawled out on this road like those crazy ghetto sisters back there!” Jholee warned.
Although she couldn’t see it, TK raised his eyebrow up at Jholee. Testing her, he took one step, and Jholee let that mace go and got him good.
“You stupid bitch!” TK hissed before he fell into a coughing fit.
Jholee dropped the empty can and started running down the road. When she got to the end of the road, she didn’t stop running until she got to the gas station. She had to credit being a good dancer to not being out of breath by the time she made it to the gas station. She didn’t want to cause a scene, so she waited on the side of the gas station until the Uber she called for pulled up and picked her up.
“Shit,” Jholee hissed when she realized that she left her dancing bag in TK’s car.
It wasn’t anything in there but the clothes that she danced in and her shoes, but she’d be fine. She had plenty of dance clothes at home. She smiled to herself because she couldn’t believe that she had taken up for herself…finally.
The last week had been stressful as hell because Jholee had been trying to dodge Chas, Chey, and TK. Chey and Chas had found Jholee’s social media page and had been sending nothing but threats her way. They had showed up to her school and tried to jump on her, but security was on them before they could even touch her. She hadn’t heard from TK because she had put him on the block list. Those three had Jholee looking both ways and behind her because she never knew when they would strike again, but she did get her a fresh can of mace. She was also on edge because tonight she had to be at the jet strip for Fahad. Even though she was scared for her life all this week, talking to Fahad kind of eased her nerves some.
In the café, Octavia and Jholee were sitting inside towards the back. She couldn’t keep her back to the doors at all because she was paranoid.
“Girl, them bitches not coming up here no more. Security already got their names and pictures on everything. I can’t believe you hit ‘em with that mace though!” Octavia squealed before they high-fived each other.
“What we high-fiving each other for?” Riley asked approaching the table.
“Not shit,” Octavia responded.
Jholee was sitting there staring at the door while Riley was staring at her upside of her head.
“So, Jholee why you ain’t tell me that you were fucking my nigga, huh? Cheyenne and Chas been blasting all y’all business all over the internet. You sat in my face and lied to me about—”
“She ain’t lied to you about shit. You ain’t even know nothing about them until those bird ass hoes started posting on the internet,” Octavia snapped, taking up for Jholee because she knew that Jholee wasn’t going to take up for herself.
“So, Jholee and TK is a them?” Riley asked. “Major knew y’all was fucking around, but he didn’t want to believe it.”
Shit, Major, Jholee thought to herself.
She’d been so scared for her life all this week that she didn’t even realize that she hadn’t heard from Major. It’s not that she didn’t care, it’s just that she had more things to be worried about than him at the moment.
“You did some hoe shit, Jholee. I thought that we were cool, for real,” Riley snapped at her. “That’s why Chey beat your ass, huh? You were fucking with her man!”
“Bitch, he ain’t your man either!” Octavia snapped.
Jholee looked around to see that the trio was causing a scene, and she hated it. The only time she liked being the center of attention was when she was dancing. She couldn’t believe that Riley was making a scene about a man that wasn’t really hers to begin with. Yes, it was wrong for Jholee to continue to talk to TK when she knew that Riley was talking to him, but TK kept coming in Jholee’s space. Riley had to know that TK was only with her to make Jholee jealous and mad. There was no way that Riley was that dumb.
“Ri-Riley, it’s just… I can’t explain it. Shit happened, I have to go. Octavia, can I have a ride home?”
Jholee stood up and Riley pushed her back down in the seat.
“You ain’t going nowhere until I’m done talking to you,” Riley snapped.
“Riley… just let me leave while I still consider you a friend,” Jholee warned while inching her hand in her bag to pop that cap off her new can of mace. “If you just let me leave, I promise I’ll explain everything to you later. Right now, I have to go because I have somewhere I need to be and you are holding me up.”
Jholee didn’t want to have to spray her mace in Riley’s face in this cafeteria but she would if she had to. She wasn’t playing with nobody anymore. Until she could get herself in some self-defense classes, her mace was going to have to do it for people that kept trying to violate her.
“No, you ain’t going nowhere,” Riley hissed.
“Look, Riley, I could explain to you what happened, but you wouldn’t believe me,” Jholee said to her, and that was the truth.
“Try me! Tell me why my best friend thought it was cool to fuck with a nigga that I was fucking with, when she had her own nigga,” Riley snapped.
How was she going to tell her best friend that TK introduced himself as someone totally different? How was she going to tell her best friend that she tried to leave him alone, but he kept coming into her intimate space, getting to know her body, leaving her feeling crazier than the time before? How was she supposed to tell her best friend that the man she liked was the man that she liked as well? Jholee decided not to try and explain that situation so she shrugged her shoulders.
“Oh, so you’re going to sit there like you don’t hear me?” Riley questioned.
“Look, I’ll talk to you later. I promise,” Jholee said and tried to stand up again, but Riley wouldn’t move out of the way.
“Girl, we have to go,” Octavia said and stood up.
She grabbed Riley by her neck and pulled her to the ground, and when she tried to get up, Jholee pulled her mace out of her purse and aimed it on her.
“Look, I don’t want to have to use this on you, Riley. Please…” Jholee said and started backing away from her.
When they were finally outside, Jholee and Octavia were walking extremely fast down the sidewalk. She was lucky that Octavia had parked on the first row of the parking lot.
“Where you have to be?” Octavia asked once they were in the car.
“Home first, and then ummm,” Jholee said and started shaking her leg.
“No, Jo. No. No. No. Please don’t tell me that you are back talking to TK,” Octavia whined.
“No. Promise you won’t yell at me.”
“Jo.”
“No, promise,” Jholee said.
“I promise.”
“I’m going to Dubai tonight.”
“JO—”
“You said that you wouldn’t yell,” Jholee said.
“But listen, I’m getting a hundred and sixty thousand dollars, and his name is Fahad,” Jholee said and smiled.
