When Drew and I finally made it over to my house that night, as expected, my dad turned the car down. He automatically thought we were sleeping together (saw that coming), and he didn’t want Drew holding anything over my head. But once Drew explained his reasoning, and we explained that it could be a loaner until I got one from my parents, he changed his tune. So for the time being, I am the proud owner of a brand new Mini Cooper. I’m also crazy about Drew Taylor.
So why are you going out on a date with Quincy? Ah…yes, that’s right…you gave him your word and although you’re in love with Drew, he still wants to have an open relationship…
“So a little birdie told me Drew got to third base,” Patrice smirks.
My bedroom door is open. If she were any louder I’d be on a bus back to boarding school. “Seriously Patrice, my bedroom door is open,” I glare at her, shutting the door.
“Did you really let him go down on you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Besides, you obviously don’t know Drew very well…you don’t let him do anything, he just does it.”
“So did he get to third base or not?”
“I don’t kiss and tell, sorry,” I shrug.
“I’m your best friend. Come on Sid.”
“What happened between Drew and I is between Drew and I. No more talking.” I bugged my eyes out at her. “I have to get ready for my date with Quincy.”
“I still can’t believe you’re going out with him.”
“I gave him my word.”
“I know, but he’s white Sid. Most black guys will see you being with him as an insult, including Drew.”
“You act like I’m trying to marry him, I’m not.”
“Well when Drew sees him pulling up he’s going to have a heart attack.”
“He won’t see me.”
“Oh really? Because the guys are outside playing football right now.”
Oh no…this can’t be happening! My plan was to slip out and back in before Drew noticed. Racing over to my window I’m praying Patrice is wrong, but sure enough the street is littered with kids. I thought about texting Quincy to cancel, but then I spot him talking to Drew. They both look over at my house at the same time and I back away.
I grab my purse and have Patrice walk me outside just in case I need her to run interference for me. Both Drew and Quincy are walking up to my house once I reach the front door and my heart is thudding in my chest.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” Drew asks.
“Sure.” I nod, swallowing hard.
He takes me by the hand over to the side of my house and sighs, “What are you doing? Are you really going out with him?” He asks, hurt.
“It’s nothing Drew, I promise you. Besides, you see other people too.”
“Yeah, black girls Sid.”
“Who cares what color he is?”
“I do. The only reason he wants you is because I have you. When they’re not taking our swagger, our style or our music they’re after our women. You can’t go out with Q.”
“Yeah, well I’m not asking for your permission,” I turn to leave.
He stops me, “If you leave with him, you’ll be making me look stupid in front of everyone.”
“You mean like how you made me look stupid when you took Courtney to the dance? Or how you made me look stupid by sleeping with her?”
Drew took a couple steps back and shoved his hands in his pocket. “So is that what this is? Revenge?”
“No,” I sigh. “Look, I love you. It doesn’t matter how many dates I go on, nothing is going to change that. I gave him my word and I’ve already flaked on him once. I just want to keep my word to him.”
“Why? He’s no one. And then what?”
“And then I’ll politely let him down easy.”
“You promise?”
“Yes, I promise.” I nod.
Drew is hesitant to let me go, and I get it. I get how it can be insulting to him and why he wouldn’t want me to go, but stopping me would make him a hypocrite. “Okay,” he nods, pulling me in for a kiss, “Just don’t go falling for him okay.”
“You’re the only person I’m falling for. Just don’t break my heart.”
“I should be telling you the same thing,” he sighs.
“Don’t worry Drew, this is Quincy we’re talking about. He’s more corny than he is charming and I’m not into him like that.”
“I’m going to text you the entire time,” Drew smirks.
“I knew that the moment you asked if we could talk.” I laugh, “but seriously, I’ll be fine and I’ll talk to you later.”
He didn’t want to, but Drew let me go. He followed me while I made my walk of shame over to Quincy’s car and climbed in. Drew exchanged a few words with Quincy and then Quincy climbed in the car. “Did he give you the third degree?” I asked.
“No, actually he threatened to hurt me.” He smiles.
“I told you this was a bad idea.”
“It’s okay, I think you’re worth dying for,” he winks.
“God you are SO corny.” I laugh.
I have no idea where we’re going but Quincy seems excited that we’re finally going out on a date. I just wish I didn’t feel like I’m betraying Drew by being here.
We pull into what looks like a miniature golf place and I turn to Quincy and smile. “I don’t know how to golf.”
“Consider this your first lesson then.”
He paid for our games and we walked over to the first hole where we had to wait for the family before us to finish. “Why am I not surprised that this is your idea of a date?” I chuckle.
“Are you saying you don’t like it?”
“No, I do. I just…I haven’t done anything like this before. Its different.”
“Well what do you normally do with Andrew?”
“We either go to the movies, his friends house or we hang out at his place.”
“Sounds boring.” Quincy smirks.
“Not really. Not the way we do it.” I smirk.
“Ah. I get it,” he nods, “Drew does everything better than I do.”
“And then some.”
“Ouch,” he laughs, “I guess I’ll just have to prove you wrong.”
“Yeah. Good luck with that.”
To say I’m terrible at golf would be an understatement. I can barely make contact with the ball. Quincy being the opportunist that he is, he took my failed attempts at golf as an opportunity to get his hands on me. Standing behind me, he helps me position my hands on the club, helps me bend my knees, and shows me how to swing.
“You’re pretty slick with the whole I’ll show you how to play golf thing.” I chuckle.
“Well you have to admit, it is pretty genius,” he laughs.
“So this is what you do for fun huh?”
“Sometimes.”
“And other times?”
“Other times I hang out with your boyfriend, I play ball, I play guitar and I like to photograph things.”
“I wish I knew how to play guitar.”
“Maybe I’ll teach you some day.”
“I might like that,” I nod.
Quincy kicked my butt in miniature golf and then we ordered some chili-cheese nachos from the food counter, “So tell me more about you.” Quincy asks.
Most people already know me, so I wasn’t quite sure where to start. “Well…you know my family. My Grams on my dad’s side lives out here too. I go see her whenever my parents take us. I’ve lived here most of my life until I was sent to boarding school for six years and my parents moved to Los Angeles for a bit because of my dads job. Now we’re back.”
“How was boarding school?”
“It was…good…at first,” I sigh nervously, “then our head mistress died and her children took over. It got really…REALLY bad after that. I felt like I was in hell until my parents finally came and got me.”
“Wow. I’m uh…I’m sorry to hear that.”
The sincerity in his voice and the concern in his eyes made me feel like I could trust him. He seemed to genuinely care about me. I don’t know why, but I decided to divulge one of my deepest darkest secrets to him.
“When I was there…they um…they used to beat me up to make me compliant. They said I had a bad attitude, and sometimes they would beat me up so badly that I’d have bruises all over my body. And if my parents wanted to visit, they’d tell them I was acting out and that I’d lost my visiting privileges so they wouldn’t want to come see me. And my parents just believed them, so they never came. It was the longest six years of my life.”
“Do your parents know this now?”
“No,” I shook my head, “I haven’t really told anyone but you, and you can’t tell anyone either. It would kill my parents to find out what they did to me in there. All that matters is I’m home now and I’m strong, you know, so I can handle it.”
“Yeah, but Sid…you shouldn’t have to handle something like that all on your own. You need to talk to-”
“I just did,” I cut him off, “I’m talking to you.”
Awkward silence filled the spaces around us. Quincy sat there gazing at me with this look in his eyes like he wants to make all of my pain go away. He slid his fingers over mine and linked our hands together. Electricity feels like it’s going off inside me as we touch. Suddenly the spaces around us seem to be closing in on me and I feel like I can’t breathe.
Oh God…I like him…I didn’t think I would, but I like Quincy!
“So what next?” I ask, pulling my hand away.
“Next I kick your butt in some air hockey,” he smiles.
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Take a deep breath. That’s what I tell myself when I find myself staring at Quincy for a little too long. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t easy on the eyes, and I’m pretty sure under that shirt he has a nice set of abs, but I’m with Drew. Well…sort of. I want to be with Drew completely, but as long as he’s seeing other people I don’t want to just sit around pining away for him like some love-struck idiot. So I’m making myself date other guys too. So far, Quincy is the only guy to barely make the cut. Well…that and the fact that everyone else is either afraid of Drew or intimidated by me.
Someone actually said I was mean, and not because I’ve ever been mean to them, but because they see how mean I am to Drew. I don’t have a choice but to be mean to Drew or he’d walk all over me. He’s that guy that if you don’t put him in his place he’ll steamroll you and break your heart. He’s that guy that will lose interest quickly if you make it too easy for him.
It’s finally our turn on the air hockey machine. Quincy slips some coins inside the coin machine to activate it and then in one move he shoots the hockey puck across the table into my goal. It happened so fast that it took me a few times to realize what he did. Needless to say he kicked my butt the first few games, but I quickly got the hang of it and killed him the last go around.
My cell vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out to answer it. Quincy took one look at the caller ID and snatched my phone out of my hands, “Oh no…I’m not playing this game with you two tonight,” he shoves my phone in his pocket, “you’re on my time, which means he’ll have to wait his turn.”
“I know you did not just take my phone like I’m some two year old,” I laugh.
“You have a Drew addiction.”
“We’re addicted to each other.”
“Then addiction meet cure,” Quincy peers into my eyes so intensely that I’m pretty sure I’m no longer breathing.
What is he doing to me? Better yet, why is it working?
“I…um…I…”
His lips curl up into a smile that doesn’t help my current blank state, “You’re beautiful,” he whispers, closing the space between us. “ANKNDILDBJKLBDS,” that’s all my mind can come up with as a response.
Trapped in place by his eyes and the fact that my mind is going a mile a minute right now, yet focusing on how close he seems to be moving toward me, I literally can’t breath or move. It’s not until his lips meet mine that I can even process a thought, and even then, all I can process is HOLY CRAP!
I want him to stop, but I don’t want him to stop. I don’t know what I want, I just know that Quincy is kissing me and he’s doing such a good job of it that I don’t want to stop. Or do I? I DON’T KNOW!
I feel like I’ve been struck by lightening I never saw coming, never anticipated, and never even knew was there. Fireworks are going off in my head and a sort of euphoria has taken hold of my mind. When Quincy finally stops kissing me I feel like I have no idea what just hit me. All I know is it felt like a freight train roaring its way through my love life and its name is…QUINCY.
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