Summer
“Say, you wanna hit this blunt?” Brian questioned, as he puffed on some weed.
I shook my head. “No, I’m good.”
I don’t know what he thought this was. I didn’t know him well enough to trust his dope. Hell, in all honesty, it felt like I was spiraling.
It was nearly five in the morning, and I'd let this nigga talk me into letting him pull up. Of course, he wasn’t about to come in my house. Hell, I didn’t even want him parked directly outside. So, we were on my block, parked several houses down.
Brian was Tarin’s cousin, and had pulled up on us at an after-hour club, after we’d left that sham of a house party. Me and Brian had previously called ourselves talking in the past, so I was somewhat familiar with him.
He was a handsome, tall, slim, chocolate, gold grill having guy. Through Tarin I knew that he was a street pharmacist, and he looked the part, as there were two hefty chains gleaming around his neck, and Rick Owens on his body.
Under normal circumstances, I would’ve been flirting, and talking his ear off, but wasn’t shit about this normal. For me, anyway.
I was in my feelings, and had spitefully entertained Brian that night. And after he actually pulled up, probably thinking that he was about to get some pussy, I realized that I was probably taking things too far.
I was sitting outside with him, like I didn’t share a home with my boyfriend. And after about twenty minutes into us sitting outside, I was over it. The problem was that unbeknownst to Brian, I was afraid to get out of his Benz. Because Breeze had pulled up at home, fifteen minutes after I’d hopped in Brian’s car.
From a distance, I’d watched Breeze park behind my truck, and head into the house. My guess was that he’d gone in, looking for me. And when he didn’t find me, he came back outside.
Breeze was seemingly losing his mind, as he’d gotten in my beamer with the spare key. After searching my truck for God knows what, he began calling my phone, insistently, while pacing back and forth in the driveway.
Funnily, I’d met Brian at the curb, diagonally across the street from my house. So, as we sat back watching Breeze lose his mind in the driveway, Brian had no clue that we were watchingmy boyfriend. Especially since my ringer was off, and he didn’t know that my phone was ringing nonstop.
“Say,” Brian chuckled, revealing the gold on his teeth. “Whoever that nigga is waiting on is gon get popped. Cause that man is about to lose his fucking mind. It’s five in the morning too. Oh, yeah. He probably finna drag a hoe by their hair.”
My heart skipped a beat. “That aint funny.”
“Shit, yeah it is.”
Rolling my eyes, I knew that it was time to get away from his ass. So, I refocused on my driveway, and realized that Breeze was no longer standing outside. That meant that it was now time to make a move.
“Hey, pull up some,” I hurriedly instructed.
“For what?” He hooded his eyes.
“Cause. You finna let me out.”
“Let you out?”
“Yeah. I’m finna go in the house.”
“But I thought that we was kicking it?”
“We was. Now I’m getting sleepy and I’m ready to go to bed.”
“I’m saying. Can I come with you?”
“Come with me? Nah, that’s literally impossible. But I’ll call you,” I lied.
He sucked his teeth. “Yo pretty ass aint gon call a nigga. I’m already knowing.”
“Yes, I will. But pull up.”
He sighed. “To where?”
“To that house with the red car in the driveway.” I pointed at my next-door neighbor’s house.
