Page 120 of He Don't Play About Me
“MWAH!” Love said into the phone. “Don’t let that clow nigga worry you. You have a dangerous nigga protecting you.”
“Oh, really,” I said low.
“I don’t want you to see that side of me. I like being your thuggish lover.” We both laughed, and he continued. “But let that nigga try you.”
I smiled and hopped outta my car, talking to Love until I got into the locker room. As I was getting changed, my girls started to come in.
“Hey, Ms. Love,” Renee said as she unlocked her locker. We looked at each other, and the smile she had on her face slowly went away.
“What is wrong, girl?” she asked, sitting me down on the bench.
I shook my head, not wanting to even bring it back up, but Kenya and Deja noticed something was wrong when they walked through the door. They all sat around me, and I told them about the call I got from my mom.
Each of them hugged me, telling me not to worry, but that was easier said than done.
We got ourselves together, but the feelin’ stayed with me.
It sat in my chest… quiet and heavy.
I moved through my shift like I always did, taking care of my patients, smiling when I needed to, laughing with my girls when they cracked jokes, but every now and then, my mind drifted.
Back to my mom’s call.
Back to Gio.
Back to the fact that he was out and knew what city I was in.
Around my lunch break, my name got buzzed, and when I went out to the nurse’s station, Kenya was smiling at me in the distance. Once I got to the station, I saw flowers and lunch waiting for me. I smiled, already knowing who it was from.
“The way that man takes care of you is so sweet,” Kenya said as I smelled the flowers.
I noticed the card and picked out the flowers to read it.
Stay outta your head, ya man got you.
Love
My chest softened instantly.
“He’s kinda amazing,” I said with a smirk.
I looked at the food, and it had another note attached.
Go eat.
I laughed, and Renee came over my shoulder, looking at the note with me before she grabbed my arm.
“Come on, let’s go do what your man said.”
We went down to the cafeteria. Kenya, Deja, and Renee got some lunch, and I waited for them to sit down.
My eyes kept drifting toward the windows, staring at any nigga that walked by, making sure it wasn’t him.
Once my girls sat down, they started talking about the weekend, things we could do, and how it was almost time for a nail appointment.
