Free Agent (11 page)

I had that video I made of the threesome with Selena and Teresa to use on her. I had no problem posting the sex video online. I hope that whatever anger and bitterness Selena has goes away. I don’t want to put her on blast but I will use the video if I have to.

I called my Uncle Mason and told him what happened with the tire. I was going to be late for work. I had to change my tire. He didn’t lecture me. He just said get there as soon as I can.

I changed my tire and went in to work. At lunch I drove over to my cell carrier and I got myself a different number. I texted it to Deja, my moms, my pops, my sister, Renee and all my guys, my inner circle. I just put my new cell number in both my Uncle’s phones when I got back to the office. Getting a new cell number is liberating.

Fuck Selena. She wanted attention. I refused to give it to her. I changed my number and god knows I never memorized hers. I deleted all her contact info and I was finished for good.

After work my girlfriend was going to come over. I showered and changed, threw on a t-shirt and my shorts. I ordered a pizza and it got here a few minutes after she did. I decided against telling Deja about Selena. What good would it do? It’s my job to protect Deja from harm, drama and hurt feelings. I would never want to hurt her in any way. Well I guess my big cock will hurt when she lets my pop her cherry but that’s inevitable.

Deja didn’t eat much pizza. I was starving. We eat and got in bed on top of the covers. We were startled by some asshole knocking on my front door. It had to be one of my guys who didn’t realize I had texted them my new number from my new number.

I jumped up and looked at the time on my alarm clock. It was six forty-three. Deja got up with me.

“It’s probably my friend Ronnie.” I told Deja. “Come met him.”

Deja followed me out the bedroom through the living room to the front door. I opened the door without looking out the little diamond shaped window. There stood my Mexican nightmare. Christ, give me a break already.

Deja caught a glimpse of Selena and she moved her body closer to mine.

“Stop stalking me.” Please bounce, you crazy bitch! My actual thoughts.

“Who the fuck is this bitch you got up in here?” Selena was glaring at Deja. Shit! I looked at Deja and she was glaring at Selena.

“This is my girlfriend you need to stop stalking me.”

“Your number is disconnected.”

“You are disconnected. Leave me alone!” I was trying to be calm but what is Selena thinking coming here? I don’t even remember how long it’s been since I saw her last. I haven’t accepted any calls or responded to any voice mails or texts.

“Wait a minute, who the fuck is this bitch?”

Damn dumbass, can you hear? “Wait you can’t call my girl--.”

“No! No!” Deja stepped right in front of me. Okay. She was face to face with Selena.

“So you the stupid trick that keeps calling my man’s phone.”

“He ain’t your fucking man, bitch.”

“No hoe. He ain’t your man. He never was. You steady sending him pictures of your raggedy ass pussy. Yeah hoe I seen the pictures. He doesn’t respond because he doesn’t give a fuck about your dumb ass. He changed his number because you a dumbass stalking needy ass bitch.”

“You a bitch!” Selena yelled in Deja’s face.

“Look hoe, Robert is my man. If I see you over here again I will kick your skinny ass.” Deja called me Robert?

“I will cut you.” Selena threatened.

“Hoe cut that hair on your raggedy ass pussy.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“You lying ass bitch that baby is no more. Yeah bitch I know. You better get the fuck out my face with that bullshit.”

“RJ?” Selena was begging me to do or say something. I was shocked into a catatonic state from all the things that came from Deja’s mouth. Deja didn’t curse
. I guess she did but I never heard her. She knew a lot of things I had never told her about Selena.

“Look bitch you better step!” Deja roared.

“I ain’t going nowhere nigger!”

Without warning Deja punched Selena in the face. My body jumped into action and I twirled Deja behind me and into the apartment. Selena was gone. Well she actually was on the landing. Deja had punched her out, not out cold but down on her ass.

“Selena get the fuck off my property. I’m going to call the police. I will get you locked up.” I was glaring at this pathetic girl as she picked her body up from the floor boards. “Disappear from my life. We have been done a long time ago.”

Selena started bawling like she was dying. Tears for days, sobbing and shaking. What the fuck? For reals, we had nothing but some random sex. I stood there and watched as Selena stumbled down my steps. She got in her brother’s beat up Impala. I had to make sure she didn’t fuck with my car again. She peacefully drove away from my house. I waited a minute than I closed the door and locked it. Deja was standing on the other side of the room with her hands on her hips.

Christ! What is going to happen next? I’m not sure what guys are supposed to do in this situation but I was going to beg for forgiveness.

“I’m sorry. I had no idea she was going to show up here. I haven’t fucked with her since we went on our first date. Since then I have only been with you even though we weren’t a couple yet I still stopped seeing every other girl. That’s the truth.”

“I hear you. I’m just trying to calm down.”

“Okay, okay. You want to sit down?”

“I want to beat the brakes off that burrito eating bitch!”

“I think you did that already.”

Deja started laughing. Deja is weird. She is so different, in a good way. Please don’t break up with me because I lied. Please don’t leave me.

“You fucked her? You got that dumbass girl pregnant?”

Was that an observation or a question? “Deja I don’t even know if that baby was mine. I wasn’t in a relationship with Selena. We slept together from time to time. It wasn’t anything more than that for me.”

“I don’t know how I feel about this nonsense.”

“I didn’t think she would show up here.”

“Yeah that’s obvious.”

“Fuck her, I just want to know if we’re still good?”

“I don’t know. There have been a lot of secrets. You didn’t tell me some things. I didn’t tell you some things.”

“I didn’t tell you about this bullshit because you’re not on bullshit. You have goals and morals and I didn’t want you to think of me as this low class asshole.”

“I never thought that.”

“I wanted to rise to your level. I was tired of these randoms. Me and you went out and I wanted to change. I knew I could do it but my past kept trying to hold me back.”

“I snooped through your phone. Do you have anything to say about that?”

“Ah, I don’t know. You can do whatever you want.”

“Once when you were sleep, your phone vibrated and I read the texts from Selena. I looked at the pictures. I didn’t trip on it because you didn’t respond to anything. You never deleted anything from the phone. You never locked your phone. You never hid it from me or took it in the bathroom with you so I felt okay.”

I walked over to Deja to look her directly in her eyes and bridge the gap between us. “I know I didn’t tell you some things. How I feel about you is the truth. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about that psycho. I just didn’t want to bother you with nothing. She is nothing to me. You are everything to me. That is the truth. I swear to god.”

“RJ, you are everything to me.” She whispered.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her off her feet so she could reach my lips. I closed my eyes as soon as our lips met. We’re good. It’s all good. She’s not breaking up with me today. She’s still mine. My heart was relieved and my body was no longer tense. I wish she could stay the night. I want to keep her close. I want to wake up with her in my arms.

One day it will happen. I just have to be patient. I hope the drama is over. I see a future with Deja and I don’t want to fuck it up.

It was my turn to have Deja over to meet my parents. I had to pick a day that everyone could be together. My moms would only cook if I invited my bratty sister Sonia. It took a week but I got it together. I picked Deja up and we went across the driveway to my parent’s house.

Deja was dressed conservatively. We walked in through the kitchen and my moms was sitting at the kitchen table. As soon as moms spotted us she darted pass me and right to Deja. She embraced Deja and I’m sure it shocked Deja because it shocked me. Why was moms being so handsy?

Dinner was served fifteen minutes later. We were all seated at the dining room table. I gave Deja a list of topics that are off limits. Actually there was only one thing I didn’t want to come up and that was the abortion. Deja agreed and we were stuffing our faces with homemade Italian cuisine.

My moms was a great cook. She didn’t really work so cooking was something she took pride in. My pops was always busy. He traveled a lot for his job. He was an engineer. He had a team that went around installing machines in government facilities in the Midwest region. I picked tonight because I knew he would be available. His next job starts in two weeks.

I knew someone was going to start talking at the dinner table. I just crossed my fingers and hoped for the best. 

“Deja,” Deja looked up when my moms called her name. “You know you are the first girl to come inside the house, to have dinner with us, to be introduced to us. I think RJ may be embarrassed of his family.” Moms had put on her proper dinnertime voice.

Deja smiled across the table at me. “Mrs. Palazzo, I don’t think RJ’s embarrassed of you guys. I think he’s embarrassed of some of the girls he dates.”

“I’m sure you right.” My moms agreed. “How did you two me
et?”

“We met at Menard’s in the paint section. I was buying paint for my room. I’m not sure why RJ was there.”

“I was there for work, Uncle Mason sent me.”

“Deja,” It was Sonia’s turn to annoy my girlfriend. “I’m confused. I don’t understand why you’re with my brother. You’re one of the smartest seniors in the school. I saw him pick you up from school once and thought I was seeing things. I didn’t even think that rumor was true when I heard it. I don’t understand. Why are you with him?” Sonia pointed her fork at me.

My girlfriend smiled and turned to Sonia who was sitting right beside her. “RJ is the best boyfriend I ever had. I think he’s charming and so sweet.”

“Okay but with you being so intelligent and him being mentally challenged, what do you talk about?”

I had enough of the insults. “Moms are you going to let her say these things about me?”

“Sonia.” Moms called to her little rude offspring.

“Deja did he give you drugs to say nice things about him?” Sonia asked with a serious face. Why isn’t my moms stopping this foolishness.

Deja started giggling. “No, I don’t do drugs.”

Finally my moms broke up the weirdness. “Deja, RJ tells me you’re going to the University of Chicago next fall.”

“Yeah, my dad is a doctor so that’s what I want to do.”

I loved the way Deja made medical school seen so trivial.

“What kind of doctor?” My pops
asked.

“My dad is cardiologist at Stroger Hospital. I think I want to be a cardiologist also. I have time to figure it out.”

After dinner Deja and I went back to my place. First thing out her mouth was how my pops looked just like the guy from the movie
Pretty Woman
. Everybody says my pops looks like Richard Gere.

Deja and I got pretty cozy in my bed. She let me go down on her and she enjoyed every lick. I have skills in multiple areas. Our time ran out. I had to get her back home.

When I got back to my house my pops called and said he was coming over.

I opened the door to his faint knocking.

“Hey Pops, what’s up?”

“Your mother sent me over here to talk to you.” My pops was doing that same squinty eyed thing that Richard Gere does.

“What did I friggin’ do now?”

“Nothing, yet. She likes your girlfriend. She wants me to tell you to not ruin her future.”

“What does that mean?”

“We all know you like her. We would’ve never met her otherwise. Basically don’t get the smart girl pregnant.”

“Pops, we’re not even having sex. Deja’s a virgin.”

“How long is that going to last?”

“There isn’t a time table. She’s running the show.” This show is rated PG-13 and it’s going in slow motion not 3D.

“RJ, come on. Don’t blow smoke up my ass.”

“I’m not. I’m not going to do anything to mess her up.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why makes this girl different from any other girl you used and discarded?”

“I care about her. That’s all you need to know…Why didn’t you tell me I have a kid?”

“You were too immature than and you’re too immature now.”

“It would be nice if you had faith in me.”

“When, the time you wrapped my car around a tree drinking and driving? What about the time you beat a kid up for kissing Sonia? What about the time you got that girl pregnant? What about the time you were arrested for drugs? The only reason you didn’t do any time was because I knew the arresting officer. Your list of fuck-ups is endless.”