What Ya Girl Won't Do (5 page)

“Do you really think I give a fuck about you tellin' my dad? What the fuck he gon' do to me? I'm grown,” Kylee spat.

“Well you weren't when y'all started messin' around,” Sylvia stated.

“Don't threaten me,” Kylee warned.

“Oh, I'm not threatenin' you. I'm just lettin' you know that eventually I'm gon' have to tell your father what's goin' on between you and Tony.”

“Look, why are you over here botherin' me with this nonsense?” Kylee asked smartly.

“I just came to check on you, that's all.” Sylvia smirked before turning to walk away.

“Hey, Sylvia,” Kylee called over her shoulder. Sylvia stopped and turned around. “When you do decide to tell my dad about me and Tony, make sure you tell Tony about you and my dad!”

“What did you just say?” Sylvia asked, surprised, making sure she'd heard right and wondering how Kylee had found out about her and Vince's affair.

“You heard me,” Kylee said before finishing off her drink. Kylee swung around on the barstool to face Sylvia. “Now how do you think Tony would feel if he found out about that? I don't think he would like that too well; do you?”

“I don't know what you're talkin' about,” Sylvia stated nervously.

“You might not know, but I do. But don't worry, your secret is safe wit' me.” Kylee winked.

Sylvia had to play it cool. She didn't want to say anything else to piss Kylee off more than she already had, because she knew better than anybody that if Tony found out she was cheating on him he would surely kill her and Vince, and wouldn't think twice about it.

“Suit yourself. Keep fuckin' Tony all you want. You're the one who's gon' regret it in the end,” Sylvia said before turning to walk away.

“I planned on it. I didn't need your permission,” Kylee said victoriously, not knowing or caring what Sylvia meant by her last remark.

“What you two over here talkin' about?” I'reon walked up and asked, quickly sensing the awkwardness. “What did I just walk into?”

“Nothin'. I was just over here asking Kylee about her college plans, that's all,” Sylvia lied.

“Oh, okay. Well you gon' have to tell me all about 'em too, but right now I gotta go rescue Shawn from Hector; he can't keep his hands off her.” I'reon laughed.

“You might need some help.” Sylvia laughed too, wanting to get away from Kylee.

“Yeah, you're right, come on,” I'reon said, grabbing her mother by the hand and leading her over to the dance floor.

Kylee watched as I'reon and Sylvia walked away. She then took a look around at the other guests and shook her head. She couldn't believe how they were walking around acting as if they lived perfect lives when half of them were alcoholics, addicted to drugs, or in the closet, and the other half were cheaters, gamblers, or mentally messed up in the head. The more Kylee looked around the more she couldn't wait to go away to college. Kylee couldn't take it any longer; she'd had enough of this atmosphere. She needed to get away from here. She turned around, ordered herself another drink, and took it to the head. She then slid the bartender a twenty dollar tip before heading to her car.

Kylee was sprawled out in her bed, sleeping like a newborn baby, until she was awakened by the rumbling noise of a lawn mower, that sounded like it was at the foot of her bed. Irritated, she rolled over to check the time on her cell phone.

“Damn, Mr. Vernon, it's six o'clock
A.M.
,” Kylee shouted angrily. She picked up her pillow and covered her head, trying her hardest to drown out the noise, but it was no use.

Kylee's head was pounding from the one too many drinks she and Ja'Nay had drunk at the after hour the night before and the loud noise wasn't making it any better.

Kylee lay motionless until she couldn't take it anymore. She threw her cover back and got out of bed. “I'm about to cuss this old muthafucka out!” Kylee put on her robe and slippers, walked out of her bedroom, and headed down the stairs. “He is so fuckin' rude! He coulda waited 'til at least eleven o'clock to cut his damn grass like he always does,” Kylee fussed while wiping the sleep out of her eyes. She walked out the front door, not caring what she looked like for the first time, and went next door. She spotted a lawn-care truck in Mr. Vernon's driveway.

“Kingston's Landscaping Service, huh?” Kylee said, reading the sign on the side of the truck. “He must have hired someone to cut his grass. I'll tell you what if he don't wait until later on to cut this grass I'm gon' call this muthafucka's boss and have his job!” Kylee walked up in Mr. Vernon's yard with a serious attitude. She could tell from behind that the man riding on the zero-turn lawn mower surely wasn't Mr. Vernon, but she couldn't have cared less if it was Barack Obama; she was about to let this nigga have it.

“Excuse me,” Kylee snapped snottily. The gentleman continued cutting grass while bobbing his head. “Excuse me,” Kylee shouted again but this time a little louder, after noticing the guy was wearing headphones.

The gentleman finally turned around, shut the engine off, slid his Dre Beats headphones to the back of his neck, and smiled. “May I help you?” he asked in his native tongue.

Oh my fuckin' goodness! This is the nigga from the gas station,
Kylee thought, instantly becoming embarrassed by her appearance.

“Umm, ummm, yeah,” Kylee stammered as her demeanor softened. Her train of thought had clearly derailed. It took a few seconds for her mind to get back on track. “Good mornin'.”

“Good mornin',” he replied with a smile. “What can I do for you, ma?”

“Ummm, my name is Kylee and I live next door and I'm up there tryin'a sleep,” she rambled, while pointing to her bedroom window. “I was just wonderin' if you could wait a little while longer before you cut the grass. The noise from the lawnmower is kinda keepin' me up.”

The guy looked at Kylee from the top of her head scarf to the bottom of her Angry Bird slippers. “You said Kylee eh?” he asked, making sure he got her name correct.

“Yes,” she replied nervously.

Under any other circumstances he would have told a person requesting how and when to do his job to go to hell, but how could he say no to the pretty face standing before him? “I think I can do that for you.” He smiled.

His smile made Kylee's heart flutter. “Thank you so much.” She smiled back gratefully before quickly turning to walk away, still embarrassed by the way she looked; she had definitely got caught slippin'.

“No problem,” he said, watching as she headed back over to her own yard. He shook his head and smiled before heading to his truck to grab hedge trimmers.

Kylee walked back into her condo giddy as ever. She wanted badly to stay and flirt with the sexy lawn guy, especially since his girl wasn't around, but her pounding head wouldn't allow her to. She walked into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of Tylenol out of the cabinet, and opened it before pouring herself a glass of orange juice. Kylee popped two pills in her mouth, drank her juice straight down and headed back to her bedroom. She climbed into bed and closed her eyes.

She tried hard to go back to sleep, but couldn't. Her thoughts stayed on the lawn guy with the sexy Jamaican accent. After about twenty minutes of tossing and turning, Kylee opened her eyes and climbed out of bed. She walked over to her bedroom window and discreetly looked down at the lawn guy while he trimmed Mr. Vernon's hedges. She watched as he wiped the pouring sweat from his forehead.

Damn, he looks so good,
Kylee thought as she continued watching him work. Her mind began running wild. She began fantasizing about all the things she would have loved to do to him if she ever got the chance while watching his every move.

Kylee was so caught up; she must have blown her cover because the lawn guy looked up at her window and waved. Kylee took a quick step back. He laughed and continued working.

“Damn, I hope this nigga don't think I'm a stalker.” Kylee giggled. “Oh well, I guess since I can't go back to sleep I might as well get my workout in before I meet up with Ja'Nay and I'reon.”

Kylee walked over and made up her bed before heading to the adjacent bathroom to shower. After showering, Kylee put on a pair of white spandex Nike running shorts, the ones that showed off every curve and then some, with the sports bra to match. She grabbed a pair of crisp white and pink Nike Lunar Eclipse running shoes out of the closet. “Forgot my socks,” she said, heading over to her dresser, grabbing a pair of no-shows out of her sock drawer before quickly peeking out her window, to see if Denzel was still over there working. After getting dressed, Kylee strapped her iPod on to her forearm, put her sweat towel in the front of her shorts, and headed downstairs. She walked into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of cold water out of the refrigerator before heading out the door. She walked off her porch and headed over into Mr. Vernon's yard.

The lawn guy smiled as he watched Kylee walk over to him. “Don't tell me that my trimmers are too loud, too?” he joked as he checked out Kylee's washboard abs, perfectly shaped hips, and the colorful tattoo that decorated the entire right side of her upper body.

Kylee laughed. “No, I brought you a peace offerin'.”

“What is it?” he asked, smiling.

“Here you go,” she said nervously, while handing him the bottle of cold water.

“Thank you,” he said, taking the water from her hand.

Kylee watched as he opened the water and took it to the head. She instantly got hot. She didn't know if it was from the smoldering sun or the way his lips gripped the rim of the water bottle; whatever it was she could definitely feel the heat.

“Good Lawd! Elizabeth, I think I'm comin' to join you honey,” Mr. Vernon walked outside and said while grabbing his chest like Fred Sanford used to do.

Kylee shook her head. “Good mornin', Mr. Vernon,” she spoke.

“It wasn't a good mornin' at first 'cause my bunions were on fire, my rheumatoid arthritis was actin' up in my hands, and I just found out I got gout. But seein' you in that there outfit, I think I'm healed!” Mr. Vernon smiled wickedly.

The lawn guy shook his head and smiled.

“Well, I guess I better let you get back to work,” Kylee said, taking a step back, letting Mr. Vernon spoil her mood.

“Thanks again for the water, ma,” he replied with a wink.

Kylee put her ear buds in, pushed play on her iPod, and took off jogging. Mr. Vernon and the lawn guy both watched Kylee until she was all the way out of their sight.

Mr. Vernon shook his head in disbelief. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”

 

“So let me get this straight. The nigga caught you watchin' him out your bedroom window?” Ja'Nay laughed before sticking a spoonful of ICEE into her mouth as they walked around downtown to waste time before the movie started.

“Yes,” Kylee answered in disbelief.

“Now you know you lose playa points for that.” I'reon laughed too.

“I know.” Kylee shook her head and laughed.

“Shit, the nigga probably thinks she's a stalker.” Ja'Nay giggled.

“Right,” I'reon agreed.

“I know, man. I still can't believe I got caught.”

“Shit, if he's as fine as you say he is, he needs to be stalked,” Ja'Nay said.

“So what's this Greek god's name?” I'reon asked.

“She don't know,” Ja'Nay answered.

“I call him Denzel,” Kylee said.

“So yo' ass took him a bottle of water and you still didn't get his name?” I'reon questioned.

“I know, I was kinda nervous,” Kylee admitted.

“Nervous? Not Kylee Ny'Air Hampton,” I'reon asked, shocked.

“I'm wit' you on that,” Ja'Nay said, shocked as well.

“I know, man. It's crazy 'cause I have never met a nigga who made me nervous. You know usually I'm the aggressive one, but not with Denzel.”

“I still can't believe you didn't get the nigga's name, Kylee,” I'reon said.

“All I know is that he works for Kingston's Landscaping,” Kylee said, remembering the name on the side of the truck.

“Well there it is, all you gotta do is look Kingston's Landscaping number up in the phonebook and call it,” I'reon suggested.

“And ask for who?” Kylee asked smartly.

“Well, you can always ask for the tall, sexy nigga with locks and the Jamaican accent,” Ja'Nay joked.

Ja'Nay and I'reon both laughed.

“Y'all bitches ain't no help,” Kylee said, pretending to be mad.

“Awwww, my sister is in love with her neighbor's lawn guy,” I'reon teased.

“I am not in love wit' him,” Kylee corrected.

“Shit, I can't believe she even got a crush on him. He works for a lawn care service so you know he can't be makin' that much money,” Ja'Nay said.

“Right, you know Kylee likes her niggas ballin', not just sittin' back, watchin' the game,” I'reon agreed.

“That's not true. I mess wit' a guy who don't have a whole lotta money,” Kylee contested.

“Yeah, but you only mess wit' him on payday.” Ja'Nay laughed.

“True,” Kylee agreed. “Plus it ain't like I wanna get wit' him. I just think he's fine as hell, that's all. And you guys are right; he can't be makin' that much money to be fuckin' wit' me, and if he does, he probably got a gang of kids wit' a buncha different baby mamas he has to pay child support to.” Kylee started feeling turned off by the thought.

“You a straight gold-digger.” I'reon laughed.

“Tell me somethin' about myself that I don't know,” Kylee responded sarcastically. “I'm pretty sure Shawn's bank account ain't runnin' on E.”

“You damn right it ain't,” I'reon said, rolling her eyes.

“Speakin' of Shawn, when did you decide to start munchin' on carpet?” Ja'Nay inquired, finishing off her ICEE and tossing the empty cup into the trash can.

“Ewww, why you make it sound so nasty?” I'reon asked.

“It kinda is,” Ja'Nay responded.

“Havin' sex wit' a woman was one of the things on my bucket list, if you really must know,” I'reon admitted. “I tried it and I liked it. So now I'm wit' Shawn, but don't get it fucked up. I still love me some dick!”

“Damn, bitch, how come you can't have some ordinary shit on ya bucket list like skydivin', swimmin' wit' dolphins, or some shit like that.” Ja'Nay laughed.

“You got yo' bucket list and I got mines,” I'reon said, playfully rolling her eyes.

“She's right,” Kylee stated.

“Well would you ever fuck wit' a bitch?” Ja'Nay asked Kylee.

Kylee thought for a brief moment. “It all depends.”

“On what?” Ja'Nay and I'reon asked simultaneously. They were both surprised by Kylee's response.

“On how much she willin' to pay,” Kylee answered. “But, we couldn't be seen in public. And it would have to stay behind closed doors.”

“Damn, both of my friends are fucked up,” Ja'Nay said, shaking her head.

“Whatever.” Kylee laughed.

“Don't knock it until you try it,” I'reon said.

“I'll pass. I'll just take yo' word for it,” Ja'Nay said, turning up her nose.

“Look, they have a new shop over there,” Kylee said, pointing.

“Yeah, that's the one I was tellin' you about the other day. You don't pay me no damn attention,” Ja'Nay huffed.

“I remember you talkin' about a store, but you're right, I wasn't payin' you any attention.” Kylee laughed.

Ja'Nay smacked her lips. “Anyways, I heard they sell bongs, necklaces, incense, and some other Jamaican paraphernalia up in there,” Ja'Nay said.

“Ooooh, y'all wanna go check it out?” I'reon asked, excited.

“Yeah, let's go in there. We might find some shit we like,” Ja'Nay said.

“Includin' a lawn guy.” I'reon smirked.

“Shut up and let's go.” Kylee laughed as they all walked across the street.

Kylee, Ja'Nay, and I'reon walked inside the Jamaican shop. Julian Marley's “Boom Draw” was playing.

“This is my cut,” I'reon said, bobbing her head to the music as she browsed.

“Look at this,” Kylee said, picking up a dick-shaped bong, showing her friends.

“Let's buy it.” Ja'Nay laughed.

“Welcome to Sy'onn's . Can I help you?” a man appeared from behind a black curtain and asked, scaring Kylee nearly half to death.

“Oh, shit.” Kylee grimaced, while holding her chest. “We just lookin'.” Kylee, Ja'Nay, and I'reon all looked at the man as if he were an alien. They had seen some weird-looking folks in their day but none quite like this guy. He was at least six foot four, black as coal, with thick, matted locks that came past his knees, with the prettiest blue eyes they'd ever seen.