My meeting with my editor was a total downer. I drove home feeling defeated and stressed. How the hell could they push my deadline up? So now, instead of six months, I only had four.
“I’m not even done with the first draft,” I said aloud as I pulled up out front.
I noticed G and Sharif were on G’s step as I parked. Glancing across the street I could see Rell in his doorway.
“Smoking as usual,” I said to myself putting the car in park.
As I reached into the backseat to grab my books and bag, I could see Rell heading my way.
What does he want, I thought getting out of the car.
“Wassup Cam!” he yelled when he got half way.
“Yes. I really wanted the whole block to know I was home,” I mumbled, “I just want to go in the effin’ house.”
I slammed the car door deliberately, “Hey.”
I began walking towards the stairs; purse and work bag in one hand and binders in the other hand.
“What you about to do?”
“Going in the house.”
“Why? You should hang.”
Stopping mid stride, I glared up at Rell. He towered over me on a regular day but today I was in 5 inch heels. My vantage point was a little better.
“I am going in the house. Pouring a glass of wine. Listening to some good music and light up an el. That’s all I want to do.”
Continuing up the stair, I huffed to myself.
“Hey you want to match up? We can all chill.”
“Did you not just hear what I said?” Why does he always think I’m supposed to smoke with him, I thought.
“Why you wanna chill by yourself? That’s boring.”
I rolled my eyes and proceeded to my front door. Rell ran ahead of me to reach the door first.
“Yo, I almost forgot. Melanie is in the house right now. Ain’t nobody in there.”
“What’s your point?” I fumbled with my keys until I found the right one.
“You can go talk to her and shit.”
I dropped my stuff in my doorway and turned abruptly, “I am not talking to anyone. I just got home. All I want to do is relax.”
“Well you the one who wanted to talk to her so bad.”
My mouth dropped. Is he serious, I fumed to myself.
“Dude. The only person who wants me to tak to her so bad is you.”
I had begun to raise my voice.
“Hey Cam!” Sharif yelled from G’s step suddenly.
“What!” I yelled, immediately realized my tone and followed up with, “My bad. What’s up.”
“Lookin’ good!” he said giving the thumbs up.
I smiled and shook my head.
Turning back to Rell I said, “I’m going in the house. I’ll talk to her on my own time. Okay.”
“I was just sayin’. It woulda been a perfect time. You aren’t scared, are you?”
That’s it. I’m going to truly cuss this dude out if I don’t go in, I thought.
I threw my hands up and walked in the house.
“Damn. See you later than.”
“Bye,” I huffed grabbing my stuff out of the doorway and slamming the door deliberately.
“Ugh!!!” I yelled so only I could hear it.
Tossing my keys on the coffee table, I could hear the guys talking. Living only a few doors down from G, made it easy to hear conversations if they were loud enough.
“What’s wrong with her?” Sharif asked.
“She must have had a bad meeting,” G responded.
“Man, she’s probably on her period or something,” Rell blurted out.
Rell and G laughed. Sharif didn’t.
I grinned to myself and grabbed a glass out of the dining room cabinet. Allowing the red wine fill my glass, I turned on my stereo with my elbow. I let The Commodores’, “Zoom” play very loud, deliberately.