“You just did, dummy,” I reiterated, giggling at the ingenuity of my comment.
He glared at me like he wanted to slap me. “You’re a trip, girl!”
I looked down at the red-and-yellow Swatch watch I was sporting because it matched the red stirrup pants and yellow baby-doll shirt I had on perfectly. “Are you going to ask this question sometime today? Because I have things to do.”
“Where you headed? Over Brina’s?”
“Brina’s? Brina lives like fifty million blocks away. I’m not walking all the way over there. Nucca, please!”
“So where you headed?”
For the first time, I noticed how deep Jason’s voice had gotten. Boy, was I getting overheated! “To the store to get sumptin’ I need.” Jason laughed like I had just told an Eddie Murphy joke. “What’s so damn funny?”
“Nothing,” he chuckled. “I was just wondering if this thing you need from the store has to do with last night and what happened at the party.”
“Say what?” I wondered what the hell he was talking about, so I asked him, “What the hell you talking ’bout?”
He glanced down at the sidewalk, breaking eye contact. “I couldn’t help but notice while we were playing Twister.”
“Notice what?” I was getting pissed off because I realized my worst fears were coming true.
He looked back up at me and blurted it out. “Didn’t you have on one of those sanitation napkins last night?”
That did it! I slapped his ass right across his skank face and started walking again. “First of all, nonaya damn business, and secondly, it’s sanitary napkin, not sanitation napkin, dummy!”
“Why you hit me?” I could hear the tremor in his voice, but his ass deserved it. “You always hittin’ some damn body, Zoe!”
I turned around and flipped him the finger. “Why you worried about what I have between my legs?” I immediately regretted that statement the moment it left my lips. It sounded so, so, so sexual.
He grinned. “Now that you mention it, I do have another question for you.”
“Aw hell, what now?”
He hopped back on his skateboard to catch up to me. “Can I ask it?”
“You just did, dummy!”
He grabbed a hold of my right elbow, and I got weak in the knees. “Look at me, Zoe.”
I looked. Damn, damn, damn, he was fine! “Yes?”
“You wanna go with me?”
“Go witchu where?” Aw dayummmmmmm, he was actually asking me to be his girl, his woman, his hoochie.
“You know what I mean, Zoe.” His frustration with my antics was obvious. “So do you or don’t you?”
“You have a woman already, and I have a man.” He started looking down at the sidewalk again, muttering something I couldn’t quite make out. “Besides, you talking about us kissing and all that stuff?”
He gave me a quick peck on the lips but never made eye contact. I was likely to faint. “Yeah, kissing and going places together and you know?”
He raised his eyebrows at me and I knew he meant the wild thang. “Ewwwwwww, hell no! Hell no, I don’t want to go with you!”
I stormed off, mad. Not because he asked me, and not because I didn’t want to. I was mad because it seemed apparent he and Chandler had been going at it. The mere thought of it made my stomach turn.
I heard him yell behind me. “Whatever, Zoe! I was just kidding with your skeeger ass anyway!”
I turned around and laughed in his face. “It’s skeezer, dummy! Learn how to talk, why don’t you!”