Page 3 of If I Gave You My Heart
"Fuck… do you still have your spare?"
"Yeah, hold on."
I could hear her moving around and then whispering.
"Babe, wake up. Take me somewhere really quick."
I'd be a liar if I said that the shit didn't make my stomach feel a little funny. It had been almost a year since our breakup, and she had already moved on. I was around the city doing my thing, but I preferred it if she wasn't. I needed her ass still slow sliding down her shower wall in tears over me, but nah, she was laid up with the next nigga.
"Send me your location," she instructed me when she got back to the phone.
"Yup," I replied before hanging up.
I parked the car, doors unlocked with the keys still inside, before walking half a mile down the road. Then, I sent her my location and just patiently waited.
"I could point the sound of my vehicle out in a lot full of Challengers, so when my car slowly started cruising down the road, I knew Lola had made it to me. I looked behind her to see if I would see the Charger she had taken from me riding behind her, but I didn't.
"Get in," she stated once she stopped in front of me.
I sat on the passenger side of my own shit, and for a moment, it made me cringe. Before getting my license back, we had spent years just like this.
"What the fuck happened to you?" she asked as she drove down the road and observed my appearance.
"Some shit. Where's your ride?"
I kept it short because I didn't need her pillow-talking about what could put me under the jail.
"I sent him back home, so I'm driving to drop me, and then you can go where you were going."
I sat quietly for a moment as she maneuvered around town toward the apartment we once shared that she had put me out of. I could only assume that she didn't want her new dude and me to cross paths because of the extra precaution she took to come and scoop me by her lonesome.
For a brief moment, I wondered if I knew nigga. I quickly shook my overthinking thoughts because she wasn't mine anymore. Still, I hoped she had enough respect for me to not slide with a nigga from the city, and if not, then niggas better have enough fear in their hearts when it came to me not to slide on her.Hand under, hand over,I thought to myself when I watched how she fixed her hands on the steering wheel when turning into the complex where we both once lived. I had taught her how to properly handle the wheel and how to drive. Shit, I had taught this woman a lot.
She pulled up next to my old car, and I looked at it and missed riding that baby around. It was shiny gray and the first vehicle that I had outright purchased with my own funds. I went wrong when I let her put the shit in her name.
"Later,Drayko."
She called me by my street name before hopping out of the car. She knew I hated that shit. That isn't how we operated.
"Sunset, wait," I called out the window before I hopped out of the passenger side.
We stood in front of my car, just staring at each other for a moment. I called her Sunset because she had this orange glow to her butterscotch skin tone. The shit was so beautiful to me, beautiful like the orange parts of the sky when the sun is setting. I looked into her pie-shaped face, and the corners of my mouth involuntarily turned upward. There was a lot of shit I wanted to say but being that I had cut her off after we ended, and she now was moved on, I decided not to.
"Take care," I stated before kissing her forehead.
When I got into the driver's side and closed the door behind me, I saw a nigga standing outside of the apartment door waiting on her. I squinted hard as hell to see if I could make his face out, but I couldn't. I pulled out of Lola's complex and made my way back to Joy's house. With every cop car that drove past me, my heart beat a little faster in my chest. I had blood on my clothes, and I'm sure I looked clammy in the face from moving around so fast after everything had occurred.
Once I pulled into the driveway, I turned my car off and rushed inside.
"Are you alright?"
Joy's voice stopped me in my tracks when I was trying to rush past the living room.
"No," my voice sounded like it belonged to a small child.
"Come here, Baby."
I had never seen Joy get up so quickly from her chair. I rushed to her open arms like I was a boy. She hugged me tight as hell as I laid my head on top of hers.
