She was right... I needed the money, and it didn’t hurt that Titan was fine. Maybe I could do this after all.
We continued to eat and drink when we were interrupted by a knock on the door. She looked at me while I looked at her.
“You expecting somebody?” She asked.
“Hell, no.”
I got up to open the door and got the shock of my life to see Titan standing in front of me with a hoodie over his head.
What the hell?
Chapter Seven
Titan
“Fuck!” I slammed my fist on the steering wheel as I watched Tink storm her little mad ass off to her car and leave. I wanted to go snatch her little ass up and start this conversation over, but I knew that shit wouldn’t work in my favor. I knew somebody probably already photographed me and her talking, but that shit might benefit me if I could get her on board. Instead of sulking, I left the campus and made one phone call.
“Whatever it is, the answer is fuck no,” Stacks said on the other line.
“You’on even know what I want?” I laughed.
“Nigga, I know you, and I can bet my life this has to do with Cady. Tell me I’m lying.” I couldn’t do shit but laugh because he was right.
“Listen, I’ain on no dumb shit, but I need to holla at her in person. I pulled up on her at school, and her little ass flipped the fuck out on me. I thought I was gone have to put a muzzle on her ass,” I joked.
“That’s what the fuck you get. Cady ain’t on no dumb shit, man.”
I rubbed my hand down my face as I maneuvered through traffic. “I know, man. I just need to talk to her because she took what I said the wrong way. I just wanna apologize,” I replied honestly.
“Aight, I’ll give you her number,” he revealed, but that wasn’t good enough.
“I appreciate that for real, but I need her address. I wanna talk to her face to face.”
“Nigga...” he expressed.
“Listen, you have my word I’ain on no funny shit. I just need to talk to her in person,” I pleaded.
I could tell he was pondering the situation, but this nigga knew me and knew I wouldn’t be on no funny shit. It’s too many willing participants out here for that. Besides, Aiesha Davis would beat the black off my ass if I did some dumb shit like that.
“Listen, I’ll do this shit because it sounds like you’re about to cry and shit, but if I find out that you did some shit to that girl, you won’t make it to Sunday, nigga,” he threatened.
“Yeah... yeah. Send the address and get off my phone with that shit.” He hung up without saying anything to me, and I was cool with that. All I needed him to do was what I asked.
Once I hung up with Stacks, I was pulling up to CPC. We had a late practice, and my ass was still late so I knew I would have to hear Coach’s mouth.
As soon as I walked onto the field, he started his shit.
“Sam, you’re late!” He yelled from the sidelines.
“I can tell time,” I shot back, heading toward the opposite end to start stretching.
“Good... then you know exactly how long you gotta run them damn goal-line gassers after practice.”
A couple of my teammates started laughing while I flipped Coach off without looking back.
“I sure hope whatever made you late was worth it, because them gassers sure as hell won’t be,” he shot back.
I didn’t even say shit because it wasn’t shit I could say, but he still had me fucked up thinking he was about to run the fuck outta me. Shaking my head, I headed toward the offense, where everybody was already stretching. The second I dropped down beside Ja’Kobe, he glanced over before looking back toward Coach, who was still stalking the sideline like he was looking for a reason to start with a nigga.
