“Damn, girl. Who hurt you?”
I frowned again. “Why someone had to have hurt me? I’m just not feeling that shit right now. I’m having fun.”
“Hmph. Okay.”
I could tell he didn’t believe me, but I wasn’t trying to tell him all my business. “Okay what?”
“Just okay.”
“So, you understand where I’m coming from?”
“Yeah. I got some shit to me too. So I’m cool with it.”
Hmm. That rendered me speechless for a moment. He was just as quiet as I was. I supposed we were both in our heads. Finally, I said, “You need to get some sleep, even if it’s only a couple of hours.”
“Yeah, I do. Let me know if they keep you, and I’ll make my way up there to see you later.”
“Okay. Talk to you later, Christian Henderson.”
“A’ight, Mya Ceasar.”
I frowned. “Wait. How did you know my last name?”
“It was on the nameplate next to the door of your room.”
“Ahh, right. Forgot about that. Okay. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I ended the call, feeling weird. I could tell he was hoping for more by the way his voice changed. It was like he was disappointed. Going to Facebook, I decided I would look him up. However, I had a couple of friend requests I had to check first. I laughed out loud when I saw Christian Henderson as one of the requests. He’d already looked me up.
I texted him. I see you already looked me up. LOL!
I accepted his request then went to his page. There was barely anything on it… only what other people tagged him in. Well, this shit didn’t help anything. I continued to scroll, though, to see if anything popped up. When I saw a picture of him with a woman, I checked the date to see it was a year and a half ago. There wasn’t much of a caption. She was a beautiful woman though. The heart that was above the picture grasped my attention again. He was heartbroken.
That softened my heart somewhat. I knew what that shit felt like. I wondered what happened between them. Maybe she was the reason he wasn’t as active on social media anymore. I clicked on the post to see the comments, and there was a comment that read, I miss you already, baby. See you next month.
I frowned slightly as I tried to piece together what I thought his life had been like and what he was still trying to overcome.
CHAPTER 3
CHRISTIAN
“Hey, Christian. Come on in.”
I glanced around the house as Aunt Aspen said, “He’s not here. He had to go to the shop. Jacob needed his help with something.”
She chuckled as I smiled slightly. “Hey, Auntie. Good thing because I don’t feel like hearing his mouth about me being ten minutes late.”
“Oh, but you gon’ hear it, nigga,” I heard from behind me.
I rolled my eyes, realizing my moment of relief was short-lived. “Good morning, Unc,” I said under my breath.
I immediately went to where their unit was inside the house to clean it. Surprisingly, he didn’t follow me. Hopefully that meant he was only home for a little while and had to leave back out. His house wasn’t getting cool because he hadn’t had his unit cleaned in years. He knew better. My pop was his A/C man for years and knew he wasn’t taking care of it like he should. Nigga would wait until the filter was damn near black before he changed it.
He was gon’ mess around and have to purchase a new unit, and I would deliver that news with a smile. “And don’t be padding that invoice! I’m gon’ check that shit when I get back!”
I started to say something, but since he was leaving, I remained quiet so that nigga could get the hell on. Had I said something, he would have been here another thirty minutes. I was tired as fuck and just wanted to get this job done so I could head to a paying customer. Jacob had called and said Kingsley was gonna help him, so I was beyond happy about that shit. King was Uncle Kenny’s son and didn’t have class today.