“Don’t run off from me. I know you wasn’t back there giving that nigga your fuckin number.”
“I was not giving him my number, Crew.” I continued pushing the cart.
“Then what were you doing with your fuckin phone out in that nigga face? You trying to make me murder that pussy?”
“Murder him for what, Crew? I wasn’t giving him my number; I was just taking his for your information. I’m single, remember.”
The jaw muscles in Crew’s cheeks flexed, and the next thing I knew, he snatched my phone from my hand. This psychopath then threw it like a touchdown pass over the shelves, and I wasn’t sure if it had landed or not until I heard some woman scream, “Ouch! What the hell!” from a few aisles away.
“Crew, why the fuck did you just throw my phone, dumb ass?”
“Because you are playing with me, and I’m going to throw you next.”
Crew was so heated that I honestly got a little tickled by it. He was obviously Mr. Dish it but can’t take it.
“Hurry up and get your shit so we can leave out this bitch before you find two more niggas in here to hoe with.”
“What, you jealous?”
Crew looked at me with a hard-ass mug on his face.
“As fuck.” He replied, “Now come on.” He said, and I followed because I wasn’t trying to see how far he could actually throw me in this store, as he said.
I got a few more things with my bodyguard now right behind me and then we checked out at the register once I was done shopping and went to the car, where Crew aggressively chunked my stuff in his trunk before slamming it. Maybe I was still a bit toxic because seeing him this mad was making me giggle on the inside.
“You need to go anywhere else? As a matter of fact, let me know what you need, and I’ll go into the store and get it. You notabout to be parading that fat ass around anymore since you are losing your fuckin mind out here. You on drugs P?”
“No Crew, you seem to be the one losing your mind and on drugs. I mean, damn, we aren’t together.”
“Then what are we?” He looked over at me as he started the engine of his car.
“Coparenting, I guess. I mean, you do what you want to do. You leave the house when you want. I’m sure you were fuckin someone else when you left earlier.”
“I told you that I was seeing my son, and that’s the truth. I haven’t been fuckin no one because I was trying to build something with your ass.”
Crew zoomed off in the car so fast my head jerked back like we just took off on an airplane.
“Crew, slow your ass down. Are you forgetting we have a baby at home?”
He wiped his hand down his face and shook his head.
“My bad. I really did forget. I was ready to kill us both.”
I couldn’t help but bust out laughing.
“You can’t be serious right now.”
“What’s so funny about dying?” He lifted an eyebrow.
“You are funny because I never expected you to be so jealous and unhinged about me giving out my number. What would you do if I gave away this cat?”
“P don’t even talk like that because I don’t want to hear that shit. As soon as that pussy ready, I’m pounding you. Not no little ass nigga named Dennis in some too little ass biker shorts with leggings underneath looking like a fuck ass majorette.”
I laughed even harder at him until I started to actually feel bad for him.
“Aww.” I reached my hand to grab his chin.
“That baby is jealous over me.”
