Page 173 of Certified to Handle You
It was the way she was standin’ next to that nigga, and the way her hand stayed in his, and the way she looked comfortable enough to not even think twice about how that shit might come off… all of it hit me at the same damn time, and I ain’t even gon’ lie, that shit sat wrong with me immediately.
It wasn’t just a lil’ wrong either. It felt disrespectful in a way that made my whole chest tighten up, ’cause ain’t no way she walked into this type of space, around my family, with another nigga like that, like I was just some regular nigga she used to deal with and moved on from like it wasn’t nothin’.
Nah… that wasn’t how I saw it, and that damn sure wasn’t how I was about to take it.
I was still feelin’ that shit in my chest. It was heavy and instant, and before I could even think about coolin’ it down or playin’ it off, my pride stepped in and took over.
Pressure reached for my shoulder, already seein’ where I was goin’ with it, but I shrugged him off without even lookin’ at him.
I wasn’t about to stand here and watch that shit like it ain’t bother me.
If Sha’Nelle thought she was gon’ walk in here with another nigga and act like everything between me and her ain’t exist, then she was out her fuckin’ mind.
And as far as that nigga…
He was gon’ have to see me.
I was already movin’ toward them before anybody could stop me...
