“Would’ve sucked the dean’s dick to make the cut.”
“And would’ve,” Saga chuckled, shoving another cookie in her mouth.
“Let me have some, Saga!”
“What’s up, Hyphen? Got my money up, baby girl. I can pay to play.”
I rolled my eyes, uninterested.
“Keep getting it up Jarrod. Last month’s price is not this month’s price.”
“You so hard on a nigga,” he fussed.
“Keep hope alive,” I encouraged.
“Or not,” Saga whispered.
“I don’t even like the way his knees knock. He doesn’t stand a chance.”
We rounded the corner with all eyes in our direction. Still, we continued down the street until we reached our destination.
“But this nigga does!” Saga exclaimed, pointing toward my porch where Flocco stood, key in hand.
“And you gave him a key?”
“No. I didn’t. He is a fucking nut case, Saga. I still don’t know the real story behind him and that key.”
“Oh, I like mine a little crazy. Show me you really care, baby. Me and a nonchalant nigga ain’t got a fuck thang to discuss.”
“I don’t know, Sag.”
“You are the nonchalant nigga. Fuck you going to do with another you?”
I agreed with a nod.
“Okay. Okay. I see what you did there.”
Flocco didn’t miss a beat. He noticed as we approached. Instead of heading inside my home, he took a seat on the porch.
“I’m going to take my Black ass home. My granny refused to give me my baby earlier because he’s been watching her shows with her. I’m going to try my luck again and see what I get. I might have to camp out on her couch just to see my son.”
“Let me know if you need company.”
“You have company, hoe.”
I shook my head. “Not for long. He just– he wasn’t ready to leave.”
“And you think he’ll be ready to leave tonight?”
“Yeah. Because no matter how much he wants to stay, duty calls.”
“Alright. We’ll see. I’ll call you.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
Saga and I parted ways. I headed for my porch and she headed home.
Secretly, I was happy Flocco had returned. I wanted to be alone, but I wasn’t ready to be alone. I folded the acceptance letter up and shoved it in my back pocket.
