“Damn, what got you coming to practice late. That ain’t like you,” he voiced as he stretched.
“I had some shit to handle,” was all I said. He knew not to push it further... not now anyway, so all he did was nod in return.
Once practice was over and Coach ran the fuck out of me, I got my shit and headed out, but not without Tatum and Kobe on my heels.
“Damn, nigga. Slow down,” Tatum rushed out.
“Right. You act like you’re working on your rushing yards or some shit,” Kobe joked.
I didn’t stop until I got to my truck and threw my bag inside.
“So, what’s up. Why were you late? That ain’t like you,” Tatum stated.
“Right,” Kobe co-signed.
Leaning back on my truck, I gave them the rundown of what happened with Tink. By the time I was done, these niggas were laughing and pissing me off.
“Fuck you niggas. That’s why I hope Ava got a fucking headache when you get home, and don’t get me started on Neveah’s bird brain ass,” I spat only for them niggas to laugh in my face.
“Man, I’m out.”
“Crybaby ass nigga,” I heard Kobe taunt.
I ignored their asses and got in my truck. As soon as I pulled out of the parking lot, a text came through from Stacks.
Stacks: 1427 Willow Creek Drive, Apt. 1117...don’t make me regret this shit, nigga.
I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my face because I knew my boy would look out.
Good looking out ????????
Stacks: Fuck you, nigga
I threw my phone in seat and headed home so I could shower. I didn’t want to go around her funky as hell.
By the time I made it home and showered and got to her place, it was a little after ten o’clock. I made sure to throw a hoodie on so people wouldn’t be all in my face.
When I got to her door, I knocked and waited for her to come and open it. I heard her talking to somebody and I would hate to have to beat a nigga’s ass tonight. I had my Glock tucked just in case, though.
Maybe that’s why she was blowing me off?
When she opened the door, I knew she was surprised to see me. She didn’t move, and I just stood in her doorway with my hands stuck in the pockets of my sweats, admiring her in those little ass shorts and tee.
“Titan?” she questioned.
“You gone show some hospitality and let me in or make me stand out here like I’m a salesman?” I smirked.
Rolling her eyes, she moved aside and let me in before she shut the door behind her. Her door opened into the kitchen, but I got a good view of everything since it was an open floor plan, so I saw her homegirl sitting on the sofa with a mile wide grin on her face.
“Well, lookie here,” her friend said, looking between the two of us.
Tink still hadn’t moved, so I turned to her.
“Can we go somewhere and talk?” I asked. By the frown on her face, you would’ve thought I told her to come suck my dick.
“Uhm, no. You can talk right here,” she stated firmly.
I don’t know if she told her homegirl what I asked her or not, but I didn’t want to talk about the shit in front of her. She was her friend... not mine.
