“Yeah, right. So now it’s all my fault?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“So what the hell are you saying, Derrick? What did you expect me to do, stand by and watch you jam your tongue down Wendy’s throat?”
“I can explain that if you let me.”
I laughed out loud. “You can? Well then go right ahead, ‘cause I haven’t heard any good lies today. And you won’t be able to tell them to me tomorrow, ’cause I’m having my number blockod.”
Derrick was quiet. Probably trying to decide if my threat was serious so he could know how to make his next move. To a man in prison there was nothing worse than losing his connection to the outside world. I was the only one Derrick had left. Everyone else had already wised up and blocked their numbers a long time ago, including his precious Wendy. So I knew my threat was the perfect way to get even with him.
“Don’t do that, baby. Please.” Guess he’d decided to take me seriously. He was pleading. “This is all just one big misunderstanding. Wendy was passing me the drugs. She brought the shit in little balloons wrapped up in her hair and after she got searched she went in the bathroom and put them in her mouth. We were just exchanging them when you walked in. We weren’t kissing.”
“Yeah, right, whatever, Derrick” I wasn’t about to believe him, especially with my girls in the room, but he was determined to state his case. He spoke quietly into the phone. I don’t know who else was standing near the phone booth, but Derrick was definitely taking a risk telling me this story. Hell, the lines could have been tapped.
“Its true, baby. Everything was going cool till you showed up. When you grabbed Wendy, one of the balloons fell on the table. You could have cost me my parole.”
He got real quiet and started sniffling. I hated times like this. The last thing I wanted was for him to feel like he was less than a man. On top of that, you can call me stupid, but his story actually sounded believable. I heard girls on the bus talking all the time about how they carried in drugs in all kinds of places to get them past prison security. So it wasn’t impossible to think Wendy was carrying hers in her hair.
Deep down, I really wanted to believe Derrick. He’d hurt me, yeah. But you can’t just throw away five years with a man because of one stupid mistake. I mean, it wasn’t like he’d ever hit me before or anything. I needed this story to be true so I could forgive him and we could move on. Deep down, I didn’t wanna lose my boo. There was just one thing that was still bothering me. Actually, two if you count the looks my girls were giving me. They knew I was getting weaker by the minute.
“Jasmine, I love you, baby.”
“I don’t like this, Derrick. I don’t like this one bit. And I’m still not convinced you’re telling me the truth.”
“Hell no! He’s not telling the truth,” Sabrina yelled, and Becky laughed.
“Baby, I swear to God I’m not lying to you. And who’s that in the background?”
“It’s just the TV.” I covered the receiver and glared at my friends.
“Jazz, I need for you to believe me.”
“I don’t know, Derrick. This is all so confusing. You really hurt me, you know. I mean, damn! You didn’t have to hit me.”
“I know, baby, I know. And I am so sorry for that. I just got scared, that’s all. You know how bad I wanna get outta here to be with you.” He was laying it on thick, using that smooth, sexy voice he knew always made me weak. And the truth was, I wanted him out of there as much as he did. But I didn’t answer him right away. I wanted to hear him beg some more after yesterday.
“Come on, Jasmine. You know I would never lie to you, baby. Why would I want Wendy when I’m gonna marry you? You know I love you. Don’t you? You know I want you to marry me.”
“Many you, huh?” We had talked about it before, so it wasn’t a surprise. I just wanted to hear him repeat it, ’cause the thought made me so happy. Once he married me, I wouldn’t have to worry about none of this mess with his baby’s momma. He would be my husband and she could just step with her nasty ass.
“Do you love me, Jazz? Do you wanna be my wife?”
“Yes, Derrick,” I tried not to sound too enthused. He wasn’t completely out of trouble yet, plus, I didn’t want Becky and Sabrina to know I’d given in so easily.
“Come on, now. You can say it with a little more enthusiasm than that, can’t you?”
“I can’t do that until we get something straight, Derrick.”
“What?” He sounded worried.
“If you want me back, I don’t want Wendy coming to see you again,” I demanded. “If you need to see your son, I’ll bring him up there. You know Wendy won’t mind as long as I give her twenty dollars to get her nails done.”
“No problem, baby. Wendy’s history.” I closed my eyes and thanked God. That was easier than I expected.
“Do you really mean it?”
“Of course I do. As long as you’re willing to bring me an ounce of weed next weekend I don’t have any use for Wendy.”
“Huh?” He couldn’t have said what I thought he said. Could he? “You didn’t just ask me to bring drugs up to you next weekend, did you?”
“Yeah, I did.” Gone was that sweet, sexy tone.
“I can’t believe you, Derrick! I’m not gonna do that!”
“Damn right, she ain’t,” Sabrina shouted loud enough for Derrick to hear. He ignored it.
“I’ll tell you what, Jazz, either you’re going to bring up the weed or Wendy’s gonna bring it up. I’d much prefer she did it because I don’t want you getting in no trouble. But business is business, and you told me a long time ago that you’d never get in the way of my business.”
Damn, he was right. Those words were sure coming back to haunt me now. He was being the best damn drug dealer he could be, just like I’d told him.
“So it’s up to you. If Wendy’s out, you gotta step up and take her place.”
He waited a few seconds, but I couldn’t answer him. I didn’t know what to say. I had given him my approval a long time ago, so I couldn’t exactly protest his drug dealing now, could I? But just the thought of bringing the shit to him myself made my heart pound. I didn’t want to say yes, but I didn’t know how else to make him get rid of Wendy.
“Look, I can see you need to think about this.” He sounded impatient. “I’ll call you later so you can tell me what you want to do. I love you, baby. But like I said, business is business.”
He hung up the phone and I was left with the receiver in my hand and my jaw on the floor. I didn’t know what to do. Derrick was my life. He was everything to me. I didn’t want to lose him to Wendy or any other woman, but I didn’t want to be a drug trafficker either. I couldn’t believe he was putting me in this position.
“What happened? What he say?” Both Sabrina and Becky walked over to where I was standing.
“He asked me to marry him.”
“And? What else?” Sabrina raised her eyebrows and twisted up her mouth.
“I really don’t wanna talk about that right now,” I answered weakly, hoping she would let me drop it, at least for the time being. I was still trying to figure it out myself. He should’ve just left it alone once I said no, but he was gonna press the issue. I damn sure had some thinking to do.
“So whatd you say?”
I felt like I was gonna throw up. I didn’t know if she was talking about the drugs or the marriage proposal. I really didn’t want to answer either.
“Nothin’. He wants me to think about it.” I walked toward the bathroom. “I’ll be right back. I gotta pee.” I got up and went into the bathroom.
Becky and Sabrina stuck around about an hour, asking me fifty million questions before I was able to get rid of them. They were good friends, but I just wanted to be alone. At least I thought I wanted to be alone until they were gone. What I really wanted was to be around someone who wouldn’t ask a whole bunch of questions. I needed someone to just listen to me. Kind of like Dylan did that night at the club and when we were at Joe’s. That was it! Dylan. I could talk to Dylan. Of course, he was probably a little upset because I changed my number and never called him back, but there was something about him. I thought it was worn a little attitude from him if it meant I could talk to him. I picked up my purse and searched for the card with his number. I came across my keys first and just headed for the car. A phone call just wouldn’t do. I had to see him.