I shook my head. “You’re just not hearing me, Harlem. I…I honestly think that when you find a house…you should move in it alone. And maybe…maybe you’ll look up one day, and realize that you don’t even miss me.”
He shook his head. “You aint making sense. I don’t know if this fear or what, but I’m not hearing that shit. Me playing ball is not gonna come between us. So, you need to just get that shit out of your head. Cause I aint going nowhere.”
Chapter 14
Sitting on the sectional in my playroom, I was getting sleepy, but knew that I needed to keep both eyes open.
Harlem was still yapping away, as Breeze casually lounged on the couch, with Ora next to him. Frankly, the whole scene was weirding me out, as I’d never imagined a day where Ora would cross my damn threshold. Because I didn’t fuck with the hoe like that.
“Aye, Breeze, you remember that time you took me to 5thWard with you, and I ended up boxing it out with some random nigga?” Harlem chuckled.
Breeze nodded and yawned. “Yeah, I remember that shit.”
“Right. And then Summer saw a little mark in my face, and lost her mind. Told me that I needed to leave the hood shit to you,” he tittered.
Breeze stared at me, as I sat next to Harlem. “Yeah, you know how she is. Always putting ten on ten. Aint that right, Summer?”
The back of my neck grew hot, as that nigga was sitting over there, toying with me.
“Ion know what chu talking about,” I grumbled.
“Oh, you definitely know.” He countered, while Ora was staring a hole through the side of his face. “And speaking of fights…Harlem, did she ever tell you how I knocked out the nigga before you?”
Harlem frowned. “Nah. She never mentioned that.”
“Oh. That makes sense.” Breeze nodded. “But yeah, I knocked his bitch ass out.”
“Shit, that’s what’s up, bro. She shouldn’t have been with that nigga in the first place. So, good looking out.”
Shaking my head, I couldn’t believe how fake Harlem was. He’d been calling Breeze a weird ass nigga, for years. Swore that Breeze had randomly switched up on him, and must’ve lowkey liked me. And now…he was sitting there, missing all the cues.
“Anyway,” I yawned. “I’m about to fix another round of drinks,” I announced, as I scooted off the couch.
Ora immediately hopped up too. “And I’ll help.”
Squinting my eyes, wondering what the fuck she was on, I nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay, bae. You know how I like my shit,” Harlem commented.
Marching down to the kitchen, on the level below, I didn’t bother responding. Approaching the island, I paused, attempting to gather my thoughts.
Switching her purchased hips up to the opposite side of the island, Ora stared at me.
“Uh…I really didn’t need help making drinks. So, you can go back upstairs, if you want.”
Rapping her nails on the granite countertop, she twisted her lips, appearing to be in thought. “I know…I know that you’re about to lose your fucking mind, huh?”
“What?” I frowned.
“You fucking heard me.” Her lips curled. “For you to actually let me walk into this house says it all. You can’t show how much you hate me, without that nigga giving you the side eye. Cause he don’t know that he’s dealing with a certified, freaked out hoe.”
“Bitch—” I gritted.
She tauntingly smiled and nodded. “Yeah, come on. Act a ass. And I’ll blurt out everything. Make sureHarlemknows how much of a snake you are.”
“Girl, I’ll never let a bitch come in here and hold a thing over my head. And I’m never that hard up for a nigga that I’d let abitchlike you back me into a corner. Besides, what the fuck is your problem? Like, seriously. You swerved over intomylane. The fuck are you so riled up about?”
She cynically laughed. “Bitch, you can’t be serious. I swerved inyourlane? Okay. I see how fucking delusional you are. Trying to hold onto something that happened when we were fucking kids. But let’s address the anguish that you’ve inflicted upon this grown woman.” She pointed at her chest.
