Dice

At the sound of Enychi's keys rattling in the apartment door, I sat up on the couch with all types of scenarios of how to confront her running through my mind. My first reaction was to run on her with a right hook and then stomp the shit out of her once she hit the floor. But that wasn't my style, my pops never put his hands on my moms, so I wasn't gonna do it to Enychi, no matter how much she deserved a beat down. So I chilled, and took the laid-back approach as she walked through the door with her backpack hanging off her shoulder. "Hey," Enychi said in a dry-ass tone. "What's up? How was class today?" I asked, curious to hear her answer. Enychi nervously smoothed her hand over her hair and looked away. "It was all right. One of my teachers sprung a pop quiz on us, but I think I did okay." "You think?" "Nah, I'm pretty sure I did okay." Enychi dropped her books down on the coffee table. Whatever happened to honesty being the best policy? I couldn't believe that this was the same chick I'd met two years ago. I really felt like kicking her ass for real, but I was gonna give her more rope to hang herself with first. "Anyway, I'm tired," she said, yawning. "I'ma go take me a hot shower and then a nap." Enychi started walking towards the bathroom. "Nah, hold up a minute. I wanted to holla at you. I was gonna last night, but you must've been tired then, too, since you ain't hear me come in or feel me snuggle up to you." "Hoo, " Enychi exhaled loudly. "You can't wait until later, Wasuan?" "Nah, I already waited until today. So I'ma say what I gotta say and then you can go do what you gotta do." Enychi was really playing me, talking about taking a showershe should've washed that nigga off of her scandalous ass before she brought it up in here. Enychi walked back into the living room with a slow drag in her step and leaned up against the wall across from where I was sitting. She had the nerve to stand with her arms folded and a bothered look on her face. "Yeah, so like I was saying, I wanted to talk to you since last night, to see how we can try and fix this shit between us." As I spoke, Enychi rolled her eyes up in her head like she could give two shits about what I was saying. I took a deep breath to keep from spazzing out on her ass. Barely grabbing ahold of myself, I continued. "I wanted to get shit right with us, but I could see our shit's dead now, ain't that right, Nych?" "I don't know, you tell me?" "Come on, Nych, man, just tell me the truth. Be real with your shit. I mean, you can'Baker, T. N. is the author of 'Dice ', published 2007 under ISBN 9780312355746 and ISBN 0312355742.