The Last Kings Read Free

rocking Ralph Lauren head to toe. But still, he was so not my type. He licked his lips hungrily at Mocha while his eyes traveled her body up and down.
    â€œYeah, it’s too early,” Antwan caught up and began walking in between us. “What are the two baddest bitches on campus even doing up right now?”
    â€œI’m not a bitch,” Mocha snapped. “And we have class, silly; this is a school. Why the fuck else would we be up?”
    Antwan chuckled and shook his head.
    â€œYeah, this is a school, and you obviously didn’t check the school Web site either. If you’re not an upcoming graduate, you ain’t got school all week. Somethin’ about neighborhood violence or some shit.”
    Mocha stopped in her tracks and glared at me.
    â€œFuck!” I said, remembering I had seen that the night before. “I forgot!”
    â€œFuck is right! Because I’m about to fuck you up!” Mocha told me.
    â€œDamn, I said sorry!”
    â€œWhen? I didn’t hear it!” she huffed.
    I wanted to punch her, but she was right. It was my mistake.
    Antwan was cracking up.
    â€œAye, man, y’all are a trip! I’m going to fuck with y’all later though,” he said and continued walking.
    â€œWhere are you going?” Mocha inquired.
    â€œI got some business to handle,” he said. “Aye, Sadie?”
    â€œWhat’s up?” I asked wondering what on earth he could have to say to me.
    â€œMy man C. J. wants to know what’s up with y’all.”
    â€œNot a damn thing!” I informed him sternly.
    C. J. was Antwan’s best friend, who Mocha talked me into going out with. Whereas C. J. was sexy as he wanted to be and had a big dick to back it up, after a few dates and him discussing nothing but himself and money, I just couldn’t do it. Also, after our third date, I actually let him come into my dorm so we could get it in. I was disappointed when he couldn’t even last two minutes—and we tried two times! The whole situation made me mad because I didn’t give myself to many people, and when I did, it usually was worth it. I stopped answering his calls after that, and he hadn’t stopped trying to get at me.
    â€œDamn! It’s like that?” Antwan laughed loudly.
    â€œYeah, it’s like that! Tell him when he can last longer than two minutes, his bitch ass still won’t have a chance with me!”
    â€œAll right, I feel you, ma,” he said and gave us two fingers to tell us good-bye.
    â€œI cannot believe your ass has me out in the cold, and we don’t even have class!” Mocha kept saying the whole way back to our dorm room.
    Once there, she climbed right back into her bed after throwing off her coat and shoes. I sat down on my colorful polka-dot comforter and looked at my best friend.
    â€œI’m sorry, Mocha; you know I wouldn’t have woke your crazy ass up if I would have remembered we didn’t have class today. That was a waste of both of our time.”
    â€œFuck that. Even if we did, you shouldn’t have woke me up. I’m tired of this shit,” she said snuggling back under her covers.
    I knew exactly what she meant. About a week ago, Mocha and I had a discussion after her school trip to Atlanta on the reason why we were in school in the first place. What we wanted to be when we graduated. Neither of us had an answer. We both made good grades, but we both had always hated school. If it hadn’t been for my grandma Rae, we probably would have dropped out at the drop of a dime. We lucked up and got scholarships at the community college where we resided in Detroit. Grandma Rae made us go, and we only stayed because of the fat refund checks we got every semester. Mocha was a math genius, like Ray, and I excelled in English. That night she returned, we talked about using our refund check money to start our own little business. Mocha jokingly made a statement about starting