“I hope none of your little groupies are out here because I don’t feel like fighting tonight, but I will,” she warned making me chuckle.
“I’m single as a Pringle. Nobody is going to step to you on my behalf unless they’re crazy and delusional.”
“That’s most of these females. Crazy and delusional,” she rolled her eyes upward.
“You won’t be saying that when you’re crazy and delusional over me,” I jested, but Leighton didn’t find the comment funny. In fact, my words made her recoil.
“Oh, you really don’t know me, baby,” she sassed making me laugh.
“I’m fucking with you. I don’t want anybody to be crazy or delusional over me.”
“Is that right?” her head angled slightly to the left.
“Yeap. I want someone that I’m equally yoked with. There won’t be a need for her to be crazy or delusional. I’m going to only be about her, and the feelings better damn sure be mutual.”
“So, what you’re saying is you actually want a girlfriend, and you’re not just out here being a pussy hound.”
“You got me fucked up,” I frowned. “I like pussy, but I’m not a pussy hound. If I find someone that I vibe with, I have no problem being in a relationship.”
“That’s good to know,” Leighton smirked.
“It’s very good to know,” I assured her.
Grabbing her waist, I pulled her into me and peered into her eyes.
“I think you’re a dope ass chick, and I’m enjoying getting to know you. Just let me show you how a real nigga moves, and I promise you won’t regret it.”
I was feeling Leighton like a muhfucka already, but after we had sex. I wasn’t even ashamed to admit that she had my nose wide the fuck open. She became my girl, and the rest was history. I never cheated on her. Never played in her face in any kind of way. Unless you count her moving to Charlotte and me flaking on her two weekends in a row.
Had I moved to Charlotte. I probably would have never gotten shot, but it was what it was. There was no need to dwell on the past. At home, I took a shower and then smoked a blunt. The first half of the blunt had me in a daze. By the second half I was trying to talk myself out of calling Leighton. She was busy with a career and a newborn. Leighton made it clear that she didn’t want to go out on a date with me after dropping a major bomb. And still, I wanted to call her.
“Fuck it,” I mumbled as I went to her contact in my phone. The worst she could say was no. Again. I fumbled Leighton. Our breakup had been my fault. If she was hellbent on not giving me another chance, all I could do was accept it. Thanks to the marijuana that I ingested, I wasn’t nervous as I listened to the line trill.
“Hello?” Leighton answered the phone in a soft tone, and I could hear the slight coos of a baby.
That shit made my chest tight. A nigga damn near couldn’t breathe. Leighton had really gone to Charlotte and let a fuck nigga get her pregnant. I had no clue who her child’s father was but if it wasn’t me, then he was a fuck nigga.
“Leigh.” The way I said her name was firm.
“Yes.”
“The reason I can’t take you out. Is it because you can’t forgive me, or is it something else? You did mention having ababy but if you aren’t with his father, I don’t see what that has to do with us going on a date.”
“Because Rage. Jaxon is only three months old. I’m always busy, and I still live in Charlotte.”
“Okay and? None of those sound like good reasons not to go out with me. It’s been three years. I’m not the same person. I’ll be in Charlotte every day if that’s what it takes.”
“I’m trying to understand what changed.”
“What do you mean what changed?” I frowned. “Leighton, I loved you. I still do love you. We had one disagreement, and you just threw me away. You wouldn’t talk to me again or anything.”
“Wow,” she chuckled. “I just threw you away. Let’s not overdo it, Rage. You made it perfectly clear where we stood, so there was nothing left to say.”
“Do you love him?”
“Do I love who?”
“Your son’s father.”
