Page 4 of Maybe I’m the Problem

She stepped closer to me and grabbed my shirt with Lj’s blood on it. “You burned that bitch down, and we both know that. I told your ass to stay clean as fuck if I was going to help you. You’d better be lucky I was in the office when the call came in. Let this be the last call we get with your name on it.”

Savannah was too small. It was hard to get away with anything down here but murder. You could kill someone and them muthafuckas would let the case get cold. But let something else happen and they on that shit like white on rice.

“I’ght.”

“I’m going to write this up, and I’ll let you know something.”

I watched as she walked off. We went to school together, and I never thought her bad ass would be an officer. She stayed in more trouble than the niggas. It was good for me and Lj though. Today had taken everything out of me and all I wanted was a shower.

Chapter Three

SUMMER

I don’t know how many times I had called Law, but he wasn’t answering, and I was worried. Of course, my roommate told me that his house had burned down. His mama wasn’t answering either, so I was putting clothes on so I could do a pop-up on his ass. Law knew I didn’t play that not answering the phone shit. It wasn’t late but, it was now dark outside, and I hated driving in the city when it was dark.

The only house I could think of was his two-story crib in Pooler until Jill’s weird ass showed me a picture of the house, and it looked nothing like his house. Law got mad when I showed out, but this was the reason I stayed on his ass. He had another house that I had no idea about. Yeah, I was snapping on sight.

“Where are you going?” My roommate Jill asked. I was about to respond until I noticed Trey sitting his dumb ass in between her legs. “You heard me?”

“I’m about to go check on Law.”

“Oh, he still ain’t answered your calls,” she said in a snarky way.

Rolling my eyes at both of them, I walked out, making sure to slam the door. Jill was someone I met in class. We grew to like each other but she wasn’t someone I called a friend. We were cool enough to move in together, but she stayed on her side, and I stayed on mine unless we had some tea for each other. She was staying in my shit rent-free now that Law was paying everything and if she kept it up with Trey, both of their ass was going to be out of a place to stay.

Smoke was coming out of my ears as I pulled up to Law’s house and saw his car parked right in front of the door. He only did that when he was doing a quick in and out. I blocked his ass in and climbed out of my car. I knocked, but the door was unlocked so I walked in on him putting on some shoes. He didn’t have his shirt on yet, and all his muscles were flexing as he was slipping his other foot in his shoe.

“You don’t know how to answer the damn phone, Law? I’ve been worried sick about you.”

He looked up at me and stood up to put his shirt on. “Don’t come in here with that fucking arguing shit when I been sitting at the hospital for hours with my muthafuckin’ cousin.”

“You could have sent me that shit in a text. Why the fuck do I have to come out of my house this time of night to see you? And when you started hiding houses and shit from me?”

“Summer, what do you want? You see me. Now I need to go back to the hospital to check on Lj.” He opened the door and let out a frustrated sigh. “Come move your damn car from in front of mine.”

“I’ll just come with you.”

“Nah, I really want to be with Lj by myself. He just went through a lot. You just following along because you're insecure, but some serious shit just happened, and I don’t need you up there arguing with me and shit.”

“Well, can you at least come back to my place when you leave from up there?”

“I’ll let you know, baby. Now, can I go?” He kissed me on the lips as we both walked out the door.

Law locked up his house and got in his car, waiting for me to move. I got in and left, heading back to my place where Jill and Trey were no longer in the living room. Tomorrow I was going to have a conversation with her about Trey. I shouldn’t feel uncomfortable in my own shit. I slipped out of my clothes and put on some boxer shorts and a big shirt before climbing back in bed to roll me a blunt.

“Finally caught your door unlocked,” Trey whispered as he slipped in and locked the door.

“What the fuck? Get the fuck out of here.” I jumped up from the bed.

“Shhh, you want Jill to wake up?”

He walked up to my side of the bed but I was already up and ready to beat his ass if he tried some shit. I hadn’t seen him in years and he was still fine as fuck. His chocolate skin was smooth and free of blemishes. The only facial hair he had was a small goatee under his chin. Back in the day, he wore his hair in a bushy fro, but now it was cut low and his waves were making him look even sexier. He was checking me out as well, biting on his bottom lip.

“Trey, please stop looking at me like that.”

“How long has it been? How long has it been since I touched you?” He reached out, but I slapped his hand.

“You got a fucking girlfriend and I have a man. You’ll never touch me again.” My lips were saying that shit, but my body was begging for him to touch me.