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Nikki stood up, too.
“You’re looking for an excuse to leave.”
“I’d rather leave than say somethin’ out of anger that I can’t take back.”
Nikki laughed. “Go ahead.”
I stood there for a second. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Do whatever you want.”
I walked out before the argument could grow another head. The second I got in my truck, my hand went straight to my phone. Kyenna’s name was right there.
“Man, fuck this.” I threw the phone in the cup holder and headed home.
I needed to go home, smoke something, and get my head straight. Nikki had a valid point, and I was moving funny since I started sneaking around with Kyenna. Every time we were alone, we crossed the line a little more each time. It was probably best we stayed away from each other. Kyenna was more than likely thinking the feelings between us would die down if we avoided each other. That was easier said than done. My mind was on her the whole ride home until I pulled in the main gate and got close to my parents’ house and saw her and my mama outside talking. What I should’ve done was ride by. Instead, I pulled my ass up the long driveway. As soon as she saw my car, her smile disappeared. I didn’t know what the fuck that was about.
“Everything cool?” I asked them, stepping out the truck.
“We’re fine. Kyenna just stopped by for a little while. Where you coming from?” My mama asked.
“Nikki’s,” I said, making eye contact with Kyenna.
“Everything cool with y’all?” My mama asked.
“We cool.”
“Goodnight, Ma. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Okay, baby.” She hugged her.
My mama walked back towards the house, and neither Kyenna nor I said another word until the front door closed behind her. Then Kyenna turned towards me.
“This is not the place.”
I backed up and threw my hands up. Her tone let me know she was pissed about something.
“You mad ‘bout some shit or somethin’? It feels like you got an attitude.”
“I said not here. Your mama probably looking out the damn window.”
“Aight, then where?”
“Not my place.”
“Come to mine,” I told her.
“Oh, hell no. I am not coming to your place.”
“You scared?” I asked, smiling.
“You just left Nikki’s house. There is nothing to be scared of. I’m sure you handled your business over there.”
“That’s what you got from that? Come over so we can talk.”
“I can’t. It will be too obvious.”
“I’ll come scoop you up in the golf cart in an hour. By then, my mama will be on her second glass of wine and in the bed.”
