Page 35 of He Thugged Me First

He licked his lips. “You violent as fuck, with yo’ fine ass. Come here. Lemme whisper something in ya ear.”

“Nope.” I popped the p.

He laughed. “You know how I feel about that word. I’on like being told no or nope.”

I know. Maybe?—”

“Um, hello. I’m still on the phone, nasty people.” Love’s voice filled the room.

I busted up laughing because I had become so caught up in him that I forgot she was even there.

“Man, Love, don’t be on that acting innocent. Shit, you and Quari got me on god parent shit, and I’m way too damn young for it.”

I couldn’t stop laughing and neither could Love. This fool was a nut who left nothing to the imagination. He was definitely a fool.

“I’ll call you in a few. My sister is calling,” she responded after a while.

“Please do. You know I’m horrible at this damn math.” I shook my head. Love was a wiz when it came to math and shit, whereas I was barely holding on.

“I got you,” she promised before hanging up the phone.

“What type of math you got?” Kasair asked, peering at me from where he was.

“Geometry.” I pouted.

“Ain’t that just a bunch of fucking equations, Mec?” He narrowed his eyes, looking at me.

“You make it sound like it’s easy. It isn’t. I just don’t get the bullshit.”

“Come here. Bring the book.” He pushed the button, maneuvering himself up a little. “Bring that lil’ sheet too.” He looked at me seriously, and I did exactly what he asked.

“Wait, let me use the washroom, and then we can dive right in.” I excused myself and ran to the washroom. I wasn’t in there for longer than two minutes before I heard a female’s voice then Kasair’s voice.

“Gone ahead, shorty. I ain’t interested.”

“C’mon. Remember that night at the club I could?—”

“Get fucked up. My girl doesn’t even play them games. You better hope she ’ont hear you. I ain’t in a position to stop her from knocking the scrubs off yo’ ass.”

I had to hold back my laugh as I washed my hands. Once I dried them, I walked out of the washroom. “He really isn’t, so know what’s in your best interest. Do your job, sweetie.” I didn’t even look at old girl. I proceeded to get in his bed. I was cool as long as he knew not to try me. That’s when I acted up.

“But since you’re here, could you bring me some of those Jell-O cups and apple juices?”

GAYZE

Staring at myself in the mirror, I noticed the fresh bags that accompanied my eyes, and I shook my head. I ran a level one trauma center during the summertime here in Chicago, so I didn’t know why I was so damn shocked that I spent ninety-five percent of my time in my hospital. I hadn’t even had time to go see Kenya and talk about my life.

“You’re home for a change.” His voice irritated me.

“Where else would I be? Besides, I’m on my way out anyways.” I smirked and glanced at him. I assumed he was coming in from a long shift.

“Are you avoiding me, Gayze?” he asked. He was about to start his whining shit.

“No. If you must know, I’ve been at the hospital. It’s a trauma center, Chase.” I shook my head in annoyance.

“And that means what? You don’t spend four days straight at a hospital. Are you seeing someone else?”

I laughed and shook my head. “No, but you must be. Your conscience is speaking. Everyone doesn’t work at a suburban hospital with all of five patients and thirty staff.” I could feel my irritation rising.

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