Skylar shut the door slowly behind him. “No hello? No hug? Nothing?”
Heavy glanced at her, already impatient. “Sky…”
“What?” She laughed, lightly, folding her arms across her chest. “I’m just saying. You too good to hug me now?”
Heavy looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “I’m not on that with you.”
“Why not?” she asked, smiling like she was halfway joking and halfway not.
“‘Cause I’m dating your cousin,” he answered, plainly.
Skylar blinked. “What cousin?”
Heavy stared at her for a second before chuckling under his breath. “Man, quit playing. Where she at? I know she done told you we mess around.”
Skylar shrugged. “Not really. The only thing Cyren told me is that she moved.”
Heavy’s expression dropped. “Moved?”
“To Texas,” she casually added, watching his reaction a little too closely. “I thought you knew. She’s been packing for weeks.”
Heavy frowned hard. “What?”
Skylar tilted her head. “Oh. She didn’t tell you?”
The confusion that crossed his face was real enough to make her almost feel bad. Almost.
“You for real right now?” he asked.
“Mhm.” She nodded. “You want me to call her?”
Somebody needs to call her ass before I pass out in this bitch.Heavy didn’t answer right away, trying to process what the hell she’d just said. Cyren had only mentioned something to him about moving once. She’d said it jokingly, so Heavy thought. Not once had he taken her seriously, but he should’ve. If she answered Skylar’s call and not his, he knew something.
“Yeah,” he finally said. “Call her.”
Skylar pulled her phone out and dialed. The shit rang twice before Cyren answered, and Heavy’s jaw instantly tightened.
“There has to be a good reason why you’re calling me,” Cyren said, her voice full of annoyance.
Skylar faintly smirked before glancing at Heavy. “Somebody here wants to talk to you.”
Heavy snatched the phone from her hand. “Damn. I been blowing you up. Glad to know your phone still works.”
Cyren briefly closed her eyes at the sound of his voice. Hearing him through Skylar’s phone pissed her off even more and somehow made blocking him feel justified all over again. Out of all the time she’d been staying there, he’d only popped up a handful of times, but now he was over there? Heavy seemed to love playing stupid games and winning stupid prizes. That’s why he was blocked now.
“What’s up, Heavy?” Cyren asked, coolly.
He jerked his head back, offended by how detached she sounded. “Heavy? Aye, you got me messed up.” A disbelieving chuckle left him. “When you coming home?”
Cyren laughed softly, but there was no warmth in it. “I’m not.”
Heavy’s smile faded. “What you mean?”
“I mean, I’m not coming back. I’m sure she already told you I moved.”
“Moved where man?” he repeated. “The fuck is you talking about, Pooh?”
The nickname almost weakened her.
