Page 47 of Fever: Love In Scrubs
“Nigga, you don’t call no shots around here, homie.”
I chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ll wake her up.” I brushed past him and went into the apartment. “Dela! Get your ass out here.”
“I know you didn’t just stroll up in my spot.”
I turned to face him. “Your spot? Last time I checked, my ex-wife lived alone.”
“Ex-wife?” He closed the door, squinting at me. “Oh, you that nigga.”
“Yeah,I’mthat nigga.”
“I guess you’re here about your dau?—”
Before he could finish his statement, I sent my fist directly into his mouth. He stumbled backward, hitting the door. Before he could regain his balance, I was on his ass, lighting him up with face and body shots.
“The fuck you walking around this muthafucka naked with my kid here?” I yelled, kneeing him in the stomach. “You think that shit is cool? Fucking pervert.”
He was coughing and trying to block my shots, but it was no use. I was on his ass bad.
“You like exposing yourself to little girls?”
“It wasn’t like that?—”
I gave him an uppercut. “I don’t give a fuck what it was like! You don’t do that shit!”
“Jaxson, stop!” Dela yelled from behind us. “What the hell are you doing! Get off him!”
I spun around to see her standing clutching her barely there robe together.
“I told you it was on sight when I saw this ass.” Turning back to the dude, I kicked him in the stomach. “I’m not a father that’s gonna sit back about my child. I don’t give a fuck what you do with Amandela, but about Jamari, it’s always smoke.”
“You need to get out!” Dela yelled, running over to check on her nigga. “Baby, are you okay?”
He snatched away from her. “Don’t fucking touch me,” he seethed. He struggled to his feet as he glared at me.
“You wanna do something?” I asked. “Say something so I can knock you the fuck out.”
“Just go in the room, Kevin,” Amandela pleaded.
“Nah,” I said, shaking my head. “Get him the fuck outta here.”
“This is my house?—”
“Now!” I yelled.
She jumped. Grabbing a now bruised and bloody Kevin, she ushered him to the back where her bedroom was. I could hear them arguing for a few minutes before he came back out fully dressed. He didn’t look at me as he headed out the front door, slamming it behind him.
Amandela was now dressed in a pair of shorts that might as well have been panties, and a tank top with no bra. I shook my head at her.
“You do way too fucking much, Jaxson,” Dela complained, lighting a cigarette. “How are you gonna put my man outtamyhouse?”
“Like I just did.” I snatched the cigarette from her and put it out in the ashtray. “Why did you text my daughter that bullshit?”
She scoffed. “Ourdaughter has been refusing my calls. No doubt you had something to do with that.”
“Jamari decided on her own that she didn’t want to come back over here or talk to you right now and I support that, especially knowing you got this man talking about this is his spot.”
Dela kissed her teeth. “I’m sure he didn’t mean it like that. He doesn’t know you for you to just be walking up in here.”
