Page 148 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Yeah, well, I’m yo’ reckless nigga, and you knew that shit before you started fucking with me. So nah, younot.” He finished off his soda at the red light.
“You can’t tell me what the fuck to do, nigga!” I turned a little in my seat, ready to turn the steering wheel again.
“I said no the fuck you not! You letting me raw dog you and got me memorizing fucking Luther Vandross and shit that would have me losing street credit! You ain’t going no fucking where!” he thundered, driving slightly crazy and sending me back into my seat like a coward.
I tried to hold onto my frown, but I couldn’t as a smile burst through before I began laughing hard as hell. Low was stillscowling, but when I reached over to massage the nape of his neck, the corners of his mouth began to gradually lift.
“You know damn well I’m not going to leave you.” I leaned over and kissed him at the red light. “Ever.” I kissed him again just before he pulled off. “And I’m sorry for coming to see him. It’s just, I’ve known him for years, and baseball is that man’s life. I appreciate you for not killing him because I know that’s what you wanted to do. I just hope he recovers and can play.”
“All I can say is I warned that muthafucka, Peep.” He stole a peek at me. “You better start warning these niggas that you got a for real crash out coming behind you. Next nigga gon’ get his life taken. I promise you.”
“I know, and there won’t be a next.”
“Regardless of how you feel though, Peep, going to see another nigga in the hospital ain’t cool. ’Cause you know damn well if the roles were reversed, you’d be on my ass and talking about how I don’t know shit ’bout relationships.”
“You’re right.” I snickered, melting into his butter leather seats and basking in the scent of his cologne. “Just so you know, I am not interested in him in any way. It was a guilt thing that brought me there but won’t happen again.”
“That ain’t enough.” He bent the corner, turning onto my street. “I want some pussy.”
“Low, no. I’m sore from practice. I got you tomorrow.”
“Nah, you got me right now. You wasn’t too sore to take yo’ ass down to the hospital, so bring yo’ ass.” He hopped out the car, then came around to bring me out, scooping me up and closing the car door.
He was eager, so as soon as we got inside my home, he folded me over the couch and got right to work.
“You did amazing today. I just had to tell you.” My peer Briana walked by me, touching my arm.
“Thank you.” I beamed.
After the practice where I couldn’t stop thinking about Trayvon, I was happy to be back on my shit, especially with the show coming up.
“What time should I come to your parents’ tomorrow?” Kailey asked as she gathered her things.
Tomorrow was Saturday, so Kailey and I would kick it by the pool before I met up with Low for dinner and a movie.
“Anytime, but I will be ready to lay out by ten,” I replied as I started to walk off. “My mom is—ah!” I screeched, tumbling over what felt like a big ass boulder in the middle of the floor and falling down onto my ass.
My ankle was on fire, sending me into a whirl of panic just as Nikita rushed over.
“My bad.” She picked her bag up that was strangely in the middle of the floor instead of off to the side or in her locker. No one ever had their bag just in the middle of the floor for this exact reason.
“Oh my gosh!” I cried, gripping my throbbing ankle as Carolyn bogarted her way through the ladies crowding me in order to get a look.
Squatting down, she touched my ankle to look it over as I stared down in horror.
“Douglas, call Dr. Ferris,” Carolyn said, brows dipped as she inspected my injury.
Dr. Ferris was the on-site doctor for Prolific Pointe.
“You did that shit on purpose!” I heard Kailey roar before she hit Nikita right in the face.
A fight ensued as Douglas hollered for them to stop, rushing up with the phone still pressed to his ear as Carolyn chided them from afar.
“Robin!” Carolyn called out to the sign-in assistant. “Help him!”
She did, helping Douglas in breaking Nikita and Kailey up. Nikita was no match for my best friend, whimpering with a busted nose and blood covered teeth.
When Dr. Ferris walked in with his nurse, Carolyn explained to him that my ankle had been hurt before he and the nurse helped me onto the gurney.
