Category: Book Club Published on Thursday, 01 October 2009 01:00 Written by Larry Wilson Hits: 2292
Closing her eyes, Miss Flower Up, real name Avarice James, was slowly losing consciousness, being snatched back to a world that was very different from her present reality. She wasn’t known as “Flower” anymore. Flower died when her mother perished from drugs. Or did she truly perish from the use of pharmaceuticals?
“And what’s your name?” a tall, handsome young man asked Avarice on a warm, sunny spring day. He was sipping a soda, his back pack too small for his sexy body.
Avarice grimaced, hugging her books up to her amazing breasts. “Don’t play with me. Why are you trying to talk to me? Don’t you have all the girls?”
He licked his lips, a knock out in a nice pair of blue slacks and white shirt. “Yes.” His white sneakers were dirty and he did an annoying thing with his eyes.
She tucked her chin back, rolling her eyes. “Then you need to leave me alone.”
He shifted on his feet. “I can’t.”
She averted her face. “And why can’t you?”
“Because I want you to be mine,” he admitted, giggling with a few of his friends that passed by them, trying to eavesdrop. Avarice noticed.
“Be yours?” she asked, leaning against the lockers.
“Yes,” he answered, leaning up to her. Their lips were inches apart.
“You are a liar.” She wasn’t falling for his spell. In fact she wanted to kick him in the testicles.
“Come on! Why are you treating me like this?”
“I hear what they say about you. The ladies do whisper, you know. They say that you screw ‘em and leave ‘em before the door closes, and that you ruin their reputations before the roster crows.”
“That’s blasphemy against my good name.”
“You’re not God to call it blasphemy. So is it true?”
He tried his best to look innocent. “What?”
“I heard you went down on Cindy for so long she had four pissed rivers sliding down the back of your tongue. Samantha said you slid it in and caressed her velvet room so good she snored before you were through.”
He pats himself on the back. “Yes, it’s true.”
Egotistical prick. “You sound proud. And that’s turning me off. I’m wasting my time because you will never have me.”
He challenged her. “I get what I want.”
Men and their pride. “I don’t want what you got.”
“Oh. I like this conversation.”
I am about to puke! “I’m late for class.”
“I’ll walk with you,” he suggested.
“Don’t stalk me. What’s with you selfish boys?”
“I’m not like the rest of them.”
“Oh, yea? All you guys do is run around, talking about women behind their backs. Then you want to have sex. Life is more than sex. I’m a virgin and proud of it.”
His eyes sparkled. “You’re saving it for me.”
“I’m about to go.” She walked past him, gripping the strap of her book bag.
“I’m not your baby and you’re not my Daddy. I never met him and I don’t want to meet him now.”
This one was a tough cookie, he thought gravely, slowly losing interest in her. “Easy. You are supposed to love your fellow man.”
“I have breasts. I don’t have testicles. I’m not a fellow man.”
“You’re playing hard to get. I’m not used to that.”
“I know. You’re used to women throwing their panties at you. Well, I don’t know you and I don’t like you.”
A few women were giving her the evil eye, whispering vulgarities. They didn’t like seeing Avarice walking with the sexiest, most handsome boy in the school.
“And what are you tramps looking at?” she asked with acid on her tongue. A few women absent-mindedly pat their wigs and a couple other women stood up, laughing at her insecurity. “I don’t want his used behind. And I will run up on you bitches if you don’t cut your eyes off this ‘cause you’ll never get like this.”
“Fire. I like that.” He wrapped his arm around her and said, “This one here is mine. Step off, men. She’s taken.”
She slapped him so hard he fell to his knees. Instant shock waves gravitated through the school.
“A). Keep your hands off me and b) we are not together. I don’t want you and I don’t care about you. I want to be a doctor when I finish school, a plastic surgeon at that. I don’t need a guy who can’t keep his zipper up claiming something he will never have.”
A crowd formed around them.
“Tell him, Girl.”
“Stand up for the ladies.”
Deeply depressed, Avarice shook her head.
“Be with me…”
Avarice was unsurprisingly appalled. “I think not!”
He looked up at her with a smile, holding his cheek. He knew then he loved her and he knew he would have her. No other woman had ever been this feisty with him.
He said, “Will you marry me?” He held up his hand, remaining on both of his knees. He had the most gorgeous smile and she melted in it without showing it on her hardened face.
“You can’t have me. Sorry.”
Avarice James built her entire life around the man of her dreams. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for him: Kayak Burke. He was the most beautiful man in the world. Who would have thought she’d wind up with the catch of the century? Who would have thought that the man she slapped in school would capture her heart in ways cameras never could? God knows she made the wrong decisions before he came along. She had eight boyfriends. She kissed three of them, one of them slapped her when she didn’t do his homework, another one played her by trying to talk to her friends and the other one had seriously mind-boggling mental problems. James (was that his name?) was too possessive and Hank had problems with his hands because he couldn’t keep them off her buttocks and she wasn’t with the program.
At a time in her life she should have been happy, she used to be sad in school. She would trek the hallways with her head down and black, unruly hair dangling in her face like vines. People rarely talked to her and the few friends she did have talked about her like she was a three-legged dog. Home life wasn’t what it was supposed to be. Her grandmother, an alcoholic seamstress, required her to cook the food, wash the clothing and mow the lawn. Her sister Rosa didn’t have to lift a finger. She could come and go as she chose. Avarice hadn’t ever met her father. In fact her mother never told her who he was and when she inquired about it her mother slapped her so hard in the face she accidently bit down on her teeth.
Then Kayak Burke came along and changed her life. In high school all the girls wanted him, and most of them momentarily succeeded. Getting him in the sack and tasting the seeds of his flesh as a means to trap him. But he never stuck around long enough to write love letters. Undeniably, he was a very intimidating man. Rough around the edges with deeply rooted southern views. He loved wearing flip flops and long tube socks and gym shorts one size too big. He had a nice butt and the shorts sort of clung on to his butt cheeks in a very seductive way. He loved sports and hanging out with those he loved. He rarely took anyone around his family, so she was honored when he took her to meet his mother, who had osteoporosis.
Avarice James loved falling asleep, looking into his heavenly eyes. Even though they didn’t live together, she always held out on dating other guys because Kayak told her he was going to marry her. And she believed this with everything in her. Wasn’t that what love was about?
It all came together in her heart and soul with a resounding click. He practiced with those other girls, going through some sort of manhood training, to prepare himself for her.
The way he kissed her breasts made her feel gorgeous. He moved slowly and deeply within her, her rosy lips agape with fear, longing and passion, the blood of her virginity shining along the incredible inches of his shaft.
Her nails in his back ignited Rome into Eiffel towers growing along the Goosebumps on her arms and the Spanish Steps on her shivering, sweaty thighs. When she saw the mountain she never knew the peak would be elevated so high in the sky…she caught the wind and spiraled towards the cliffs…he moved deeper within her, his thrusts more powerful than the next.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and refused to let him move so they rocked back and forth…the breeze pushed her over.
Oh, God! She was flinging her arms, trying to scrape the edge and got nothing but clouds.
“I love you,” he promised, kissing her lips, reaching a climax of his own.
She stuttered. “I love…love you…”
She arched her back and it happened. An explosion so intense she screamed out in pleasure as he lay spent like last year’s ten dollar bill on top of her body, her chest heaving.
Wow! She used to write poems for him and wait up late into the night, hoping the powerful beams from his vehicle would light up the block before his car turned on it. Her heart would pitter-patter when he parked in her front yard.
She would secretly smile when the car door slammed. She would hold her breath waiting to see his beautiful body. Ever since high school, in Philadelphia, the man has been chasing her. Initially, she found it to be annoying. She went to school to better herself. She wanted to be better than her mother had ever been.
He was never aware of her drop-dead gorgeous sister.
It took him a few days to realize he wanted Avarice to be his wife.
Avarice slowly opened her eyes. Discombobulated, it took her a while to realize that she was in the operating room. Her body was sore, the last of the drugs starting to wear off. She opened and closed her hands. They ached with a pain she never felt in her life. Had everything gone perfectly? In her heart she knew that she had to complete the game. She had to merge as the victor. She couldn’t afford to kill time or play around. Every second counted. Every minute added up.
The pain shooting all over her body was excruciating. Were the drugs wearing off?
Moaning piteously, she looked around and found the doctor smiling down at her, standing by a row of tables. The lights were dimmed and soft chamber music played. In his hand was a manila folder. He set it down and there were two black and white photographs. Her Before and After photos were startling.
Dr. Samuels grinned. “How are you?” he asked, pleased with his work.
“Fine, I guess,” she said, her voice cracking.
“The surgery is complete.”
She smiled, closing her eyes.
I’ll get some rest.
After all I just moved the Queen.
I’m coming after you, King…
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She was remembering the fast-paced, forgettable days of high school. Those empty, depressing days she never wanted to relive again. The operating room was now high school. She could hear the leaves rustling in the trees as she, clad in a plaid skirt and blouse, walked inside the noisy Main Lobby.