Page 59 of Hood Legacy

“Why not?” she asked, genuinely confused. “I’ve always been the supportive friend.”

“I can't have someone’s death on my hands,” Legacy explained.

“Girl, how the hell are we even friends?” Xoey reared back in surprise. “We kill niggas, like all the time. Why are you playing like you don’t understand that?”

“I don’t have to agree with it!” Legacy yelled. She turned back to me with tears in her eyes and shook her head. “Aceyn, please don’t do this. He’s sorry; I can tell from the look in his eyes. He’s scared, and he’s sorry.”

“Are you?” I asked him.

“Yeah, man, I’m sorry. I just wanted to dance with her; she’s fine as fuck!” he explained as he nodded excessively. “I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful.”

“You learned your lesson?” I asked, and he continued to nod. “You gonna do it again?”

“Nah, man,” he said, shaking his head. “If I ever see her, I’m going the other way.”

“Cool,” I said, then hit him in the back of his head so hard, he passed out. I stepped over his body and got in Legacy's face. “You can’t go out in no shit like this without me. You too fine for that shit to be okay.”

“Definitely not a 9-5 nigga!” Mercy yelled from the DJ booth next to Givens.

“He’s not, but I like it for you,” Xoey said, pointing at us. “He’s good for the family. Ghetto and wild. The education and career are just a cover.” She pointed at me and smiled. “I love that for her!”

“You mad?”Aceyn asked as he buried his face into my neck and inhaled. “Huh, Point Guard, you mad, aren’t you?”

“Stop, Aceyn.” I stepped back and crossed my arms over my chest. “Anger isn’t on the radar of emotions I’m feeling right now.”

He stepped back and nodded, making me question if he’d heard what I said. The way he acted at the club wasn’t something I didn’t expect; well, no, that’s not true because Aceyn had shown time and time again that he didn’t give a damn what people thought.

I put my hand out, and Aceyn moved as if he would take it. I shook my head. “Give me your keys, Aceyn.”

“Why?” he questioned, and I mugged him. “Here, man.” He dropped his keys into my hand, and I nodded before turning and walking away. “Where the hell are you going?”

“Home, Aceyn,” I replied as I continued to walk away. The lounge was empty except for the employees, who didn’t seem fazed by what had happened. “I’ll call you and let you know I made it safe.”

“The fuck do you need to call me for when we are going to the same place?” he stepped around me so fast that I bumped into his chest. “Huh?”

“I’m going to my house, Aceyn, the one that I own. Not yours.” I shook my head and waited for him to spazz out. I hadn’t slept in my own bed in almost two months, and while I knew I would miss him, I needed to put a little space between us. I wasn’t used to dealing with behaviors like this and felt a little overwhelmed.

“Nah,” he smiled at me and shook his head. “That’s not happening. We sleep together every night. Where you go, I go.”

“Not tonight,” I denied. “Tonight, I’m going home.” I pointed to myself and then at him. “And you’re going to your house. I will see you in the morning at the medical press release.”

“Why?” he asked, and I could tell from the confused look on his face that he didn’t understand the issue.

“Because, I need a minute,” I answered. “This shit was a lot for me, and even though I know you don’t see a problem with how you reacted, I do.”

“So, you are mad?” he asked with a nod. “Okay, cool. Tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it.”

“What you did wrong?” I laughed. “Aceyn, you pulled a gun on a man in the middle of the dance floor because he was dancing on me.”

“You said you didn’t want to dance with him,” he replied.

“I did, and you know what? I could’ve handled it if he came at me wrong, but instead of letting me do that, you put a gun to the back of his head, and I had to calm you down so you didn’t kill him.”

“Calm me down?” he reared back and twisted his face. “I’m not even mad!”

“Which makes it worse, then,” I sighed and took a deep breath. “You weren’t angry, yet your actions were, which means you’ll do this again.”

“I will,” he agreed as if his behavior was normal.

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