Page 48 of Ony If It's You
“Do I fucking put my hands on yo’ ass?”
“Javyous, you?—”
Unable to help it, I gripped the front of her neck and applied enough pressure to stall her words, but not enough to hurt her.
“You heard what the fuck I just asked you?” I asked her and she nodded. “Answer that shit then.”
“N-no,” she answered as best she could and shook her head as well.
“Aight then, don’t be fucking slapping on me and shit.” I released her and headed for the couch. When I was there, I took a seat and patted the spot beside me. “Come holla at me.”
“Go holla at your hoes,” she spat from the same spot.
Chuckling, I shook my head and folded my hands in front of me between my legs and said, “Kehlani, come sit your ass down so we can talk.”
She remained stoic until she noticed that I wasn’t fucking around with her. So, after stomping her little foot, she stormed over to the chair instead sitting beside me like I had asked her to.
“What is it? I’m tired.” Her leg was crossed over her knee and she had her arms folded to let me know that she had an attitude.
“Why did you leave the fight?”
“Because I didn’t want to be at thatbullshitass fight.”
Her glare was hard on me as she spoke and she angled her head to the side when she finished talking as a smirk graced her face.
She wanted a rise out of me.
Nodding, I chewed on the inside of my cheek before replying to her little disrespectful ass.
“Why didn’t you want to be to there, Kehlani?”
“Because I’m grown, Javyous, and I don’t have to be anywhere I don’t fucking want to be.”
“Aight, you peep this.” I scooted to the front of the couch in case I needed to hop out of it on her ass. “You gon’ fix your mothafuckin’ tone and run me some mothafuckin’ respect before you be praying you and alligators have growing your teeth back in common.”
Her little disrespectful ass mouth slammed shut when I said that. Naw, a nigga would never hit her, but I needed to pipe that little smart mouth down before I choked her up a wall.
“Now again, why did you leave my fight, Kehlani?”
“Why did you invite that hoe to your fight, Javyous?”
“I didn’t invite her ass to my fight, Kehlani.”
“Then why was the seat next to me empty?”
Shit.
Those were the seats that Zoey and Kecia normally sat in when they did come to my fights, but I knew that wouldn’t sound good to her. I racked my brain with an excuse that would be acceptable, but kept coming up empty, so I just told the truth.
“Those are the seats her and Kecia normally sit in.”
“Wow.” She scoffed then chuckled as she looked me up and down. “Fucking wow, Javyous.”
“That don’t mean shit though,” I argued.
“No nigga, it means a fucking lot,” she spat. “Not only do you have me in the same seats that yourhoessit in, but you didn’t even allow them to sell the other seat? What? Were you waiting on one or possibly both of them to show up?”
I frowned and rushed out, “No. I just didn’t think about it.”
