“Yeah,” she nodded. “I’m sure of it.”
**
Four hours later, I was getting into Legacy’s car so she could take me home. Xoey’s daddy called while we were watching thegame, and she had to leave. Instead of me having to leave early, Legacy offered to take me home, and Xoey left without looking back.
“That was so much fun,” I said as she started her car. “Is it always like that?”
“Yeah,” Legacy answered. She put her purse in the back seat and looked around a few times before turning back around. “Especially if they win.”
“I can see why y’all go to games.” I put my seatbelt on and relaxed in my seat.
“So, you’re going to come again?” She backed out of her spot and followed behind Mercy’s car out of the garage.
“Yep,” I nodded. My phone vibrated, and I looked down to see a text from Amethyst.
Mr. Stone: You good?
Me: Yes, sir, just leaving the game. You okay?
Mr. Stone: Yeah, baby, I’m good.
Me: Did you get a chance to stop by my house and grab my pictures?
Mr. Stone: Nah, I forgot, sorry. I’ll do it, though.
Me: Okay.
“You’re going to Am’s house, right?” Legacy asked.
“Yeah,” I answered, then locked my phone. “Thank you again for taking me.”
“It’s no problem, it’s on my way home.”
For the rest of the car ride, Legacy and I caught up on each other’s lives. She was officially a part of the Queens and was finding her footing. She was excited about the new opportunity, and it showed in her tone. I was happy for my friend because I knew she loved playing basketball.
“Thank you for the ride,” I said as she parked in Am’s driveway. “I’ll see you next week for dinner?”
“Yep,” she said, nodding. “Mercy is in charge of planning, so more than likely she’ll be sending out a text in the next few days.”
“Okay, later,” I said as I got out of the car. I quickly walked to the door, unlocked it with my thumbprint, and let myself in. Legacy honked twice and then pulled off. Toddles greeted me at the door, and I let her outside. Once Toddles finished, I showered and climbed into bed. I was asleep seconds after my head hit the pillow.
Chapter twenty-five
Amethyst
“If you ever pull a gun on me again, I’ll forget our history,” I said, glaring at Mirror. His cocky ass shrugged, then relaxed into his seat. A ghost of a smile pulled at his lips, and he wiped his hand over his head. “Legit Mirror. History or not, it won’t matter.”
“What would you have done if you were in my shoes?” he replied with a smirk. When I didn’t respond, he laughed. “Exactly, you’d better be glad I only pulled it and didn’t shoot your ass.”
“My nigga.” I stood and shook my head. “Play with somebody else, not me. You heard what the fuck I said.” Mirror followed my actions.
“Sit down, Amethyst,” my pops said from beside me. I called him once shit had settled, and he came immediately. After he went off on Mirror, he sat down with Xayne and Tulane to discuss what the fuck was going on.
“Sit down, Mirror,” Tulane grunted. “The man said his peace, respect that shit.”
“I ain’t gotta respect shit, TJ,” Mirror said, shaking his head. “I didn’t lie to him, and he knows it. Me not shooting him was his saving grace, and that’s only because we have history.”
“So, sit the fuck down,” Xayne said, grilling us. “The people in this room aren’t our enemies.”
