I could see him swallow deep. He knew he couldn’t take back shit he said. No matter how he tried to be the beast he thought he was in my story, he couldn’t. He had only reminded me what I needed to do. I was done with the game and him. I needed to focus on Paige and where my life was headed.
The knock at the door made both of our heads snap in that direction. I walked over and opened it to find Pierre and Tuesday standing there. I was so overstimulated that as soon as my brother’s eyes connected with mine, I hugged him and started to cry. “Aww, Paige, what’s wrong?” I heard Tuesday say as she rubbed my back, which made me sob more.
Pierre hugged me tighter. “Fuck are you crying for?” he asked.
I didn’t want to lift my head. I needed this moment. However, Pierre pulled me off him and rushed into my place. “Fuck did you do to my sister, Webster? Huh?” he gritted as he rushed over to Tyrek, shoving him so hard his back hit the railing of the futon before he hit the floor.
Pierre wasted no time throwing jabs at him while he curled into a ball. He kicked at his back as he barked in his face. “Get your corny ass out of here before your mama and daddy come looking for your body.”
Tuesday rushed over and grabbed Pierre’s arm. “Baby, I think he gets it. The most important thing is Paige right now.”
Pierre grabbed Tyrek by his shirt and tossed him out of my place, making sure to slam the door in his face. In my eyes, I didn’t need a knight in shining armor because Pierre had always been that for me. This was something I needed to remind myself of until I got over Braylen.
BEANS
When I reached the apartments to meet up with the guys, I checked my phone to see if Scooter had gotten what I sent him. Since leaving campus, I have been trying to reach him, but my calls and texts have gone unanswered. I was starting to think that with the money I sent him, he gave me a big fuck you and went on his way.
I walked through the courtyard, coming up on Dio and Samara’s crib, when I saw Pierre and his girl. The idea that Piggy needed some kind of help caught my attention. I hadn’t told her I knew she had moved off campus. She tried to keep whatever she was going through away from me. When the door across the hall from Dio’s opened, I saw her embrace him in a hug.Was she crying?A part of me felt bad because during the podcast, I felt like something wasn’t right. Instead of addressing it, I used the moment to be selfish.
I continued to watch as moments later, that corny nigga was getting tossed out of her crib by Pierre. My instinct was to off his ass where he stood, but I decided against it. He was going to get his, and when he did, it would be a night to remember. I strolled closer to Dio’s door when I heard his voice calling my name. “The nigga that fucks with the opps,” Dio said as he walked up, swinging his backpack over his shoulder.
“And the nigga who never learns.”
Dio shrugged. “If you say so.”
I knew this was a good time to put my plan in motion, especially before we got in front of the other guys. “Ayo Dio, I was thinking about doing a—”
“No.”
I ran my hand over my face. “You don’t even know the ask, nigga.”
“I don’t want to. I got a feeling it has to do with that bitch nigga Scooter. Unless you want another ass beating session, then the answer is no,” he said as he opened the door to his place. “Mars? What the fuck y’all doing here? Damn, Zeus, get your bigfoot ass leg off my table,” he said as we entered.
Chevy ran his hand over his head. “Zu, we got to figure some shit out because ain’t no way this nigga is laid up with my daughter.”
Dio pointed at Chevy. “Chev, first off, Mars is my girl. What she and I decide to do is our business. The sooner you realize it, the sooner you will have less to say. Zeus can’t control that.”
Chevy pointed at Dio. “Dio, I know you found the stairway to heaven, but didn’t choose the option. If you keep fucking with me, I’m going to give you an express pass. The sooner you realize it, the sooner you know you're saving your own life.”
I shook my head as they went back and forth. If these niggas weren’t going to talk business, then I could leave and tend to more important things like finding out what was going on across the hall. I crossed my arms over my chest as I interrupted their Dr. Phil session. “I know you want to dig into his ass about your daughter, but can we do that later and talk about what you have been so eager to get to, respectfully?”
“Something to drink!” Samara shouted. “Does anybody want something to drink?” she said nervously.
Chevy ignored her as he grilled me. “Cornelius Morwood Jr., also known as Papi. Cavali Morwood, known as Poodie. Caleb Morwood, known as Geo. Cameron Morwood, known as Six,” he paused as something flickered in his eye. “They are the sons of Mister, whoever that nigga is,” he said, now looking at all of us. “They are from Lexington Heights.”
I couldn’t figure out how he found all that out in a matter of hours. “Ok, now what?” I spat.
Peanut came toward us. He closed his eyes before speaking. “Th-the on-on-only wa-wa-way to b-b-b-b-bring them ou-out is to -ra-rrr-race.”
Samara came over and entered the conversation. “What does that mean? How do you know they were even involved? Have any of you confirmed that?” she said nonchalantly while sipping her water.
Chevy’s eyes rolled slowly toward her. She looked at him and shrugged. “What? I’m just saying,” she mumbled.
Streets jumped in. “They’re both right, though. Those niggas are not going to miss a challenge. Don’t get me wrong, I’m ready to fuck some shit up over my brother, but I also don’t want to off no innocent niggas, I agree with the race.”
Dio pointed at Streets. “Hop-along, you can’t do shit with a fucked-up leg. So, you wouldn’t race anyway. I say we initiate the race, but until then, we find out what we can. That way, if those niggas try to pull something slick, we will be ready. I’m telling you now. I’m shooting first, asking questions never.”
Chevy nodded. “This is y’all’s last week of school, enjoy it because we’re not going to wait for those niggas to come to us because we’re going to them.” He paused as he turned to Samara, “Come home for Christmas break. Won’t be anyshacking up during the holidays, and Dio, don’t worry, your daddy brother is hosting Zoomas this year.”
