“He deserved it.”
“He was doing his job.”
“Nawl, he was pissing me off.”
She laughed softly, sliding on the table before looking back at me. “You’re so damn dramatic.”
I leaned back in the booth. “Ain’t shit dramatic about pain.”
“Mhm.” She lifted her drink. “You just don’t like being told what to do.”
“That too.”
A smirk touched her lips.
“You know,” she said after a second, “most people would probably be grateful they’re healing right.”
“I am grateful,” I replied. “I’m just irritated.”
“Clearly.”
I shook my head, laughing under my breath before my eyes drifted back to her face.
“You like aggravating me.”
“No,” she replied quickly. “You’re just too easy to aggravate.”
“That’s cap.”
“It’s not.
I leaned forward slightly, lowering my voice just enough. “You’ve been deliberately poking at me since I’ve been in this cast and this sling.”
Her brows lifted innocently. “How?”
“You know how, shorty,” I replied.
“No, I don’t.” She smirked.
I watched her quietly before shaking my head, a low laugh slipping out of me. “Aight. If you wanna keep acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about, I’ma let you have it.”
A smirk stayed on her lips, but I could see it in her eyes; she knew exactly what she was doing.
“Are you gonna talk to the police?” she asked after a second.
“Nawl,” I replied without hesitation. “I already told you that.”
She let out a deep breath, shaking her head slowly like I was stressing her out.
“Kyrie, I really feel like you need to tell them who did it so they can handle this the right way,” she said, leaning forward a little. “You’re not just some dude in the hood no more. You’re a celebrity now, and everything you do is being watched.”
“I know that, Sianni, but you don’t understand.”
“Understand what?” she asked quickly. “You being hardheaded?”
A smirk tugged at my mouth despite myself. “Nawl. Understand that I got a reputation.”
“And what exactly does that mean?” she asked, folding her arms across her chest.
