“You trippin’, Faheem.” Frankee sounded uneasy, and it made me feel the same way. I felt like I just got caught cheating.
“Not yet, but I’m finna be.” Faheem hung up.
“What the hell was that all about?” I asked, looking down at my phone confused.
“Juniper, you can tell me the truth.”
“What you mean?” I looked at her, trying to make sense of what she meant.
“Don’t play stupid with me. My brother was sounding like he was feeling some typa way about you being out.”
I shrugged my shoulders because I was just as confused as she was about the way herbrotherwas acting. “I don’t know what Faheem’s problem is. I swear it’s not like that with us.”
Yeah, we had our moment at his parents’ house, but that was a one time thing. We’d been strictly platonic ever since then. We’d watch movies, chill, and talk, but it wasn’t anything romantic. We weren’t all lovey-dovey, sneaking around like Frankee was saying. We were both in a situation we had to deal with. Frankee gave me theyeah rightlook, but I was being honest.
“Come ‘ere, let me talk to you right quick,” Allen said as he and Derrick made their way back over to us. Allen grabbed Frankee’s hand, pulling her to her feet. “I need to show you something right quick.” Allen wrapped his arms around Frankee, pulling her towards the back.
“Bro wild, huh?” Derrick chuckled, taking his seat back next to me.
“Yeah, they both crazy.” I chuckled while taking a sip of my drink.
“I’m tryna see what’s up with you though,” Derrick said, scooting closer to me.
“Uh, wh-what you mean? I’m chilling.” Like I said before, Derrick wasn’t my type of nigga. Aside from his looks, he wasn’t it for me.
Derrick and Allen were flashy niggas. I wanted my niggas to be more low key with their shit. He could be the homie though.
“I’m sayin’, you know I’m diggin’ yo’ fine ass. You ain’t tryna fuck with ya boy.” Derrick smiled at me, showing off his diamond grills.
“You cool. I just have a lot of shit going on. I ain’t tryna drag you into my chaos.” I tried to let him down easily.
“Ain’t shit too big for me. I can handle everything you got going on. I ain’t no scary nigga.” Derrick placed his hand on my exposed thigh.
“A dead man can’t handle shit.” My body froze hearing Faheem’s bone-chilling voice coming from behind Derrick and I.
I jumped up so fast turning to see him with a gun to the back of Derrick’s head and fire dancing in his eyes.
“Faheem…Wh-what you doin’?” I didn’t want today to be the second time I saw someone lose their lives. With Faheem looking like he was a ticking time bomb, anything was liable to happen.
“The fuck I’m doin’? The fuck this nigga got his hand on your thigh?”
“Bruh, I ain’t know shorty had a nigga. I ain’t even from ‘round here.” Derrick sounded like he was tryna deescalate the situation, raising his arms up in surrender.
“Fuck a nigga, I’m her husband, bitch ass nigga. Where the fuck my sister?” Faheem barked, looking from Derrick to me, pressing his gun deeper into the back of his head.
Just as I was about to answer, Frankee came from the back with a fluffy robe on and Allen trailing behind her fixing his clothes. “FA! What are you doing?” Frankee came into the living room with wide eyes.
“A nigga ain’t did shit yet besides tryna understand why my wife out here entertainin’ other niggas while I’m waitin’ at home,” Faheem spat, mugging me. I could admit Faheem’s ass was convincing as hell with this little performance he was putting on.
“Be forreal, Faheem!” I snapped back at him. He was going too far with this shit. We weren’t together like that.
“So, we not married?” he asked me, giving me a deadly glare, daring me to say anything other than yes.
“Faheem…” Frankee called his name. “You been drinkin’?”
“Y’all niggas gotta bounce,” Faheem said fearlessly, looking from Allen to Derrick. He pushed Derrick forward with his gun making his head bop forward in a comedic way. I think Derrick thought he got shot with how limp his body went.
“That ain’t a problem,” Allen answered with both hands thrown up, to show he wasn’t on shit.
