Page 61 of Love & Streetball

“You got that look in your eyes.”

“What look?”

“The one you get right before you foul the shit out of somebody.”

I frowned. Behind Kane, one of Kayla’s friends laughed again.

Kayla folded her arms. “You see? She childish.”

Kane turned his head just enough to look at her. “And you still following a nigga who told you he don’t want you. What that make you?”

Her mouth fell open.

Kane didn’t wait for her to answer. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and guided me toward the exit. I looked back once, because I wanted to see her face. She was standing in the middle of the mall with her friends whispering around her.

I smiled.

“Quit looking back,” Kane muttered.

“I wanted to make sure she wasn’t following us.”

“No, you wanted to enjoy her being embarrassed.”

“That too.”

He shook his head, but I saw the smile pulling at his lips.

Once we reached the car, Kane put all my bags in the trunk. I stood beside the passenger door with my arms folded. When he came around, he stopped in front of me.

“What?” he asked.

“You slept with her.”

His eyebrows rose. “We already talked about that.”

“I know, but she gets on my nerves.”

“She gets on mine too.”

“Did you buy her shoes?”

Kane stared at me for a few seconds before laughing. “That’s what you worried about?”

“I’m not worried. I asked a question.”

“I’ve never bought her shit. Not even no food, Scottie. Chill.”

I hated when he used my government name.

“I can’t undo shit I did before you. If I could, I probably would, just so I wouldn’t have to see your face looking like that.”

I rolled my eyes.

Kane placed both hands on the car, trapping me between his arms. “You heard what I told her.”

“I heard.”

“And?”