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“To even think that you still hung up on another nigga got me heated. But it’s you, G. Standing on business ain’t that easy. So, yes, I popped up to make sure you straight, make sure you don’t need shit, and to hear your voice. I’ve had a long fucking week without you but have I gotten over that shit? Nah. You can’t sit here with a straight face and say you’d be over it either.”
“I wouldn’t be.”
“So cut a nigga some slack.”
“I’m trying, Makai, but what else do you want me to do with you here, standing in my face? Act as if my week hasn’t been long without you? I can’t do that because it would be misleading.”
He lowered his head, tilting it as he stared up at me.
“I don’t like having feelings and shit. I don’t understand how niggas do it.”
“Thank you, Makai, for sharing these things with me. For communicating with me. Your fear isn’t in vain and neither does it make you any less of a man. It’s love, Makai. Though we haven’t reached that point, we will. And I need you to know that it’s a gamble. It always will be.”
Standing tall, he straightened his posture. He inhaled deeply and then released the air he’d pulled in.
“I see.” He paused, deep in thought. “I’ma get out of your hair. I’ll see you around, G.”
Though the words were lodged in my throat, I didn’t fight to release them.
What does that even mean for us, Makai? With the question lingering, I watched him turn and walk away.
SEVEN
“Hey, Makai. It’s me… Glacier. At your earliest convenience, please give me a call or text at the very least. I miss you immensely.”
Her message was looped like a soundtrack in the department stores. Since I’d heard it, I hadn’t stopped playing it. That was well over twenty-four hours ago. I pulled from the blunt in my hand, pressing replay one more time.
“Hey, Makai. It’s me… Glacier. At your earliest convenience, please give me a call or text at the very least. I miss you immensely.”
She’d surprised me a bit, going out of her way to reach out to me. That shit made me feel good, really good. Everything about Mommas made a nigga feel good, honestly. Everything except that bullshit in her bathroom.
“Fuck is you over there smiling about?” Trent scoffed.
“Shit. I’m ’bout to get on up out of here. My bed is calling my name,” I announced, stretching my limbs as I stood.
“The bed or some pussy? You cutting out mighty early and the only thing make a nigga do that is some—”
“You all down my pants, nigga.”
“I’m just saying… You went on a fucking couple’s vacation and shit with no fucking girlfriend and now you ready to turn in early. I’m missing something here. You the nigga that doesn’t sleep.”
“And that’s the problem. I’m tired than a bitch right now. I’m trying to lay it down.”
“Hmph. And what else? Spill that shit.”
“And I’m trying to lay up in some shit. Not no bust down, though. Something exclusively mine.”
“Has hell frozen?”
“Nah, nigga. Just trying something new and seeing where it leads.”
“She must be a hell of a woman to get you to sit your ass down.”
“She is.”
“Just as crazy as you, too, I bet.”
“Weird as this shit sounds, she ain’t. She’s like a fucking lava lamp or some shit. A nigga look at her pretty ass and all the stress, frustration, whatever… it all disappears. It’s been a hell of a week for me. I need her to tame the storm brewing inside me. Real shit, she ain’t even got to use that thunder between her thighs to do it. I just need her around right now.”
