Page 48 of Baby, You're My Weakness
“Nigga, get the fuck outta here!” he spat, opening the passenger door.
I hopped out after him, then headed towards the door with his crybaby ass. When we first walked in, they didn’t see us, despite the bell ringing above the door. Messiah was ahead of me, creeping up on them. Their asses was in a deep conversation, but the only thing I could really think about was how much I missed her. Because she beeped on a nigga, I ain’t plan on telling her that, though.
Since Jayda faced the door, she saw us first. Her focus went straight to Messiah, as he sat next to her.
I leaned down, my mouth near her ear.
“Still mad at me?” I whispered softly, and she jumped in surprise, twisting her head to the side to glance at me.
“What you doing here?” she asked with an attitude.
I spoke to Jayda briefly, before I turned back to her and grabbed her by her hand. “Come on.”
No matter how mad she was at a nigga, she ain’t hesitate to follow me out the door. I walked back out the door to the whipso we could talk in private. I didn’t want muthafuckas in my business.
“Why you hung up the phone?” I retorted once we were safely inside the car. She ain’t the only one that could ask questions around here. I turned the car on, so I could hit the A.C. She looked too pretty to be melting in this bitch.
Licking my lips, I leaned in closer. “I had a good reason for not calling you back, so you gone let me explain or just stay mad at a nigga?”
She sucked her teeth but looked at me expectantly.
“My brother was at the crib when I got there. He was beat up some young niggas.” She gasped, grabbing ahold of my arm. I was tryna focus on the conversation, but her body was moving closer and closer to mine. I ignored how good the shit felt and continued. “He told me he was set up, that the shit was all on Tank and he ain’t know what he was walking into.”
Her hand ran up my chest. “You believe him?”
I mean, it’s a lot of shit ain’t adding up, but I do believe him when he said he didn’t know exactly what was going on. If you think about it, why would he go in there with no mask on, leaving his self completely exposed?
I rubbed my jawline in thought. “Maybe, but I do know he’s hurting. When I got out of the shower, I was gone call you back, then I saw he was gone. Now I don’t know where he at, and I been looking for him since last night.”
“Oh.” She fidgeted in her seat, avoiding my gaze. “I’m sorry I hung up on you.”
Smirking, I grabbed her waist to pull her on top of me. “You be quick to snap on me, buns. I think yo’ ass really do need them anger management classes.” She narrowed her eyes, and I laughed. “It’s cute though, a little attitude don’t bother me.”
My eyes roamed over her face. “Don’t be hanging up on a nigga, though. I’ll come find yo’ ass wherever you at.”
She threw me a smile. “Ain’t nobody scared of you.”
With her being so close, I immediately felt when she tensed up in my arms. Other muthafuckas may not have caught on to that, but I did.
“What’s wrong?” She bit into her bottom lip.
“I gotta go to the probation office in the morning to meet the person working on my case.” I should’ve known it was only a matter of time before somebody reached out to her. “You know who it could be?”
I sighed, knowing that once I told her, it’s gone change her entire mood. Hell, she may stop fucking with a nigga because of it.
“Uh,” I spoke awkwardly. “Yeah, I know.”
Either way it went, she was gone find out. I’d rather the shit come from me first, then for her to walk in there and see for herself.
“Who?”
I cleared my throat. “Lauren.”
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“Are you serious?”I asked in disbelief.
