She went into the bathroom and closed the door halfway, still talkin’ through it. “You mean the edibles?”
I froze. “The what?”
“The edibles, Renza,” she said, and I heard the toilet flush a few seconds later before the sink came on. “Pluto told you they was edibles. Yo’ drunk ass ate two of them anyway.”
When she came back out, I was still standin’ here lookin’ sick.
I ran my hand down my face. “I knew that nigga did somethin’ to me.”
Sha’Nelle walked to the mirror and started fixin’ her hair like this was just a regular mornin’ for her. “Pressure ain’t do nothin’ to you. You did that to yourself.”
“Nah,” I said, shakin’ my head. “He smiled after I ate it.”
“Probably ’cause he knew you was about to be stupid.”
She looked at me through the mirror with a smirk, and I looked away ’cause that smirk was part of the problem.
Sha’Nelle had this way of bein’ calm while makin’ a nigga feel like he was losin’ his mind, and I ain’t like how natural that shit felt. She wasn’t even doin’ too much. She was just standin’ there fixin’ her hair, but I could still feel her presence pullin’ at me, and that was exactly why I always kept distance between us.
“Renza, nothin’ happened last night…. Trust me, you would know,” she said with that same smirk.
“Good,” I said, mostly to myself. “’Cause I’on cheat.”
Sha’Nelle glanced at me through the mirror. “Okay, Renza.”
I kept lookin’ dead ahead instead of at her. “I’m serious too.”
“Nigga, I heard you the first three times.”
“Muthafuckas always think a nigga cheatin’ when it really be circumstances.”
“Nobody said you cheated, Renza.”
I looked at her for half a second before I looked away again. “You implied it with that lil’ okay shit you just did.”
“Renza, we woke up in the same hotel suite. What else was I supposed to say? Congratulations?”
“Nothin’ happened.”
She blinked at me through the mirror. “Renza.”
“I’m dead serious,” I said, noddin’ toward the other side of the room. “A nigga slept on the couch.”
Sha’Nelle turned her head and looked over at the completely untouched couch by the window. The pillows was neat and the throw blanket was folded like nobody had even breathed on it.
“That clean ass couch?”
I stared at it for a second and refused to let the couch make me look crazy. “Hotel housekeepin’ probably fixed it already.”
“At seven in the mornin’?”
“These rich ass hotels move fast.”
Sha’Nelle laughed and turned back toward the mirror. “Mhmm.”
I frowned. “Why you keep sayin’ mhmm like that?”
“’Cause you over there tryna clear yo’ name, and I ain’t even accuse you of nothin’.”
