Enemies Without a Limit

Chapter 2

What the fuck is going on?, she thought in astonishment as she wished to smother both of them to death with her bag.

"Hey, you goin' to Miles' party on Friday?" Tameeka asked after ten minutes, which made Naomi snap to attention.

"Yeah, you?" he replied in a bored tone.

"Yeah. What do you say we meet up in one of the bedrooms upstairs around nine? I heard his parents' bedroom has a waterbed. Makes every move...well, I'll let you figure that out Friday night," she purred.

Naomi could just imagine where that girl's hands were, which made her start to feel sick.

Just as the moaning seemed to get worse, Miles Daniels strolled into the room. Known as the sexiest guy in school, Miles was six-foot-three with a caramel-bronze complexion. He had the same sexy lips as Drake, the rapper, and his eyes always seemed warm and brown.

What's a nice guy like him doing in detention?, Naomi wondered as he spoke to Mrs. Porter, who seemed a bit too delighted to see him.

A bunch of kids waved and greeted him, but Naomi was lost at the sight of his tight, round butt and how sexy it looked in those jeans. Apparently, she wasn't the only girl who noticed.

He handed Mrs. Porter a slip and Naomi hoped that he would have detention just so she could have at least some time to have a decent conversation with him, but her hope faltered as he started towards the door.

Damn, it's now or never.

"Hey, Miles!" Naomi greeted, not trying to sound too eager nor too dry.

"Hey, Naomi," he replied with an even, smooth tone before he walked out the door.

Hell yeah, I'm goin' to that party.

From behind, Naomi could here Tameeka and Darryl snickering.

"You're so cute, Naomi," she teased.

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It was 5:20 when Naomi walked through her front door. She had thought of all the possible lies she would tell her parents about why she was home so late. Her parents weren't the strict type, but they definitely didn't want to hear about their daughter in detention. And plus, this was the only chance that Naomi had to ask her parents about going to Miles' party Friday night.

"Maaa? Daaad?" she called as she stepped through the wide threshold.

"We're in here!" her mother replied from the living room.

Naomi shrugged off her Gucci coat and walked into the clear, white living room where her parents were reading today's paper. Her parents always seemed like the most boring couple ever, but they'd fool anyone with the way they threw parties.

"Hey, Ma! Hey, Dad!" she greeted as she walked in cautiously.

"Why are you home so late?" her father asked, without looking up from the sports section of his paper.

"Jazzy and I...We had to stay back to finish up a lab we did today."

"Oh, that's fine," her mom replied.

"Uh, Ma?"

"Yes?" she asked, looking up from her paper with a curious look.

"There's this party at Miles' house on Friday night. I just wanted to let you know that I'm going."

Her parents exchanged amused looks. "Alright, I guess. As long as you take your phone with you," her mother said.

"And you could spend the night at Jazzy's if you want," her father added.

"Thanks!" Naomi exclaimed as she hugged her parents.

She rushed up the stairs as she grabbed her bag of the floor, to her room and shut the door behind her. Even though she was still mad at Jazzy, she had to tell her about the party that was three days away.

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It was 11:08 and Darryl still wasn't home yet. The air was brisk as he walked through the black night. Luckily, he had about two more blocks left.

After detention, he went over to Tameeka's place. Fortunately, her parents weren't home, but he had a feeling that wouldn't have been so much of an obstacle for her if they were.

He hated that bitch. She was always blowing up his phone, she was clingy, and catty. Darryl hated girls like that; they always became a problem. The only reason why he dealt with the slut was that she was less work to seduce. But he had to admit that she was funny when she caught Naomi staring at Miles.

He laughed to himself as he thought about the heated words that had been said back and forth between them. One thing he knew for sure, Naomi could hold her own. He always knew that.

Finally, Darryl thought as he crossed the street onto his block. His block was quiet as usual. He kept a steady pace until he reached the third house down. On the outside it looked like the home of a loving family, but as Darryl stepped through his front door, reality hit him, and so did the smell of liquor.

It was dark, that wasn't a surprise. He reached for the nearest light switch and flicked it on. He walked through the sea of beer and liquor bottles before reaching his living room.

"Dad?" he called out into the silence.

Hmm...that's not a surprise, he thought sarcastically as he sucked his teeth. He maneuvered his way into the kitchen to hunt for something to eat until he found a note and a wad of cash on the broken countertop. It read:

Hey Darryl, I'll be gone for a couple of days. Here's $500. 

- Dad

Darryl crumbled up the note and threw it at the overflowing garbage can. He pocketed the money and continued to search for food. After ten minutes of searching, he gave up. He looked around the quiet and empty house before he walked towards the door and left.