Page 73 of Don Caselli

That was a tough question to answer because of the situation we found ourselves in. “I don’t know, Ant. I don’t wish you bad, though.”

He snorted. “Shit just happened with us. I didn’t want to hurt you, and I know that I did hurt you.”

“You did hurt me. Messing with anyone while being committed to me is hurting me. Antwan, you could have brokenup with me and been honest, but you thought you could have me and her at the same time.”

“What would a future have looked like for us, Navy? Real shit, how would that have looked when you don’t want kids, don’t want marriage or none of the shit I need?”

I folded my arms. “You never listen to me… ever.”

“I fucking listen and all I ever heard is shit thatyoudidn’t want. It was never a discussion or conversation on what I wanted.”

“Are you fucking serious? All you ever speak about is you going pro, and all these plans you had for our future. Never asking me what I wanted, or if this is something I even asked for.”

“Every fucking bitch wants kids and marriage… to an NBA player.”

I mushed his head. “I’m not every fucking bitch and that’s where you had shit fucked up at. Ant, I get my own money and take care of myself. You so pressed by the bitches that wanna be in your pockets, counting money you don’t even have yet. Take me back to the block.”

My phone started ringing, and I saw Landon’s name come across the screen. “Yes.”

“Where you at, Pooh?”

“On the block.”

“Lie to me again, Bleu.” His voice was so damn cool, you would have assumed we were talking about the weather.

“I’m with Antwan,” I confessed.

I was met with silence.

“Hmm.”

“What does that mean?”

He chuckled. “Pooh, I’m three blinks from crashing out. You telling me you with your ex-nigga… after I slid up inside of you.Fucking told you I didn’t want to be strangers. This how you playing shit, baby?”

“We were talking, Don.”

“What the fuck is my name, Bleu?”

“Landon… we were talking. I’m coming now.”

He ended the call, and I turned to see Antwan staring a hole in the side of my face. “You move on fucking quick.”

I wanted to scream because I had Landon three blinks away from crashing out, and then I had Antwan over here staring a hole in the side of my face. I was almost certain that Landon’s crash out wouldn’t be good. Anybody who could talk that calm and know how many blinks it took before they came out of character couldn’t be trusted.

“Was I supposed to sit around and beg you to come back?”

“Shit, you could have pretended this shit meant more to you.”

I looked out the window and then opened the door. “Antwan, I can get back to the block. You need help.”

“I need help, but you smiling up in that nigga’s face because he got money. What, he taking you shopping and shit?”

“Shit, we haven’t gotten that far yet. When we do, I’m gonna spend his money because he got a lot of that shit.” I sarcastically replied.

Antwan manically laughed. “You always spoke shit about gold diggers and look at you.”

“Difference is I don’t care about his money. If somebody offers you steak on a gold platter or shit in a plastic bag, which one you gonna take... c’mon, son. Use your brain.” I slammed the door and made my trek down the block.

---