“Reem taking you home?”
“Yes, DW. I know I’m still not allowed at your house.” YT materializes literally out of nowhere, rolling her eyes.
Dal hugs YT, too. “Only when I’m not home. Be safe,loooooove.” Dal flicks her tongue at YT before rushing down the stairs, laughing all the way down.
I glance at Reem, and mirror his smirk when I turn back to YT. He holds out all her weapons and she takes them, putting them back in their holsters. She’s dressed down today, looking like a blonde tomb raider with her olive green cargo pants and cropped cream turtleneck.
“So–”
“You can’t ask me anything until we are friends again.” She narrows her eyes at me before they shift to Reem. “Andyou–”
The dart comes out of nowhere, hitting her in the cheek. She gasps, pulling it out before baring her teeth at Reem.
“You, fucking… asshole.”
He moves to grab her before she drops like a bag of laundry.
“When are you guys gonna stop this? It’s been months.” I follow him down the stairs and outside to his car parked in front. He handles YT with care, gently sitting her onto the backseat and cuffing her to the oh shit handle. He takes out a permanentmarker and draws a curly mustache on her upper lip, chuckling once to himself before closing her inside.
He turns back to me and shrugs. “I’on know. Shit was annoying at first, but now I wanna see who will kill who.”
“Clearly y’all doing some talking in between trying to kill each other… why is she letting you call her Love?”
He grins at me and flicks his nose. “You asked Shad why he left?”
The question comes out of left field, and I feel the smile drop from my face. “Huh?”
He opens his passenger door for me. “You should ask him why he left. Then you and YT can make up, and she can stop gossipping to my mama.”
I can’t help smiling to myself. Typical YT, bonding with her next victim’s family.
“Macy? This what we doing?”
I freeze, anger filling my chest. Niggas done lost they minds.
I turn to face Brandon and lick my lips to lubricate them for the pending curse-out. “Brandon, why are you here?”
I feel Reem moving and shake my head subtly. “Give me a minute.”
“Sixty seconds,” he grits as I walk toward Brandon.
“Brandon–”
“This is what we’re doing? We have a fight and you jump on the next dick?” he hisses, leaning into me.
“Excuse–”
He laughs humorlessly, cutting me off. “You know, I figured you were tired of being a slut, so I dealt with you holding out. Clearly I should have went with my first mind–”
I bring my knee up hard as hell to his little dick, because clearly it’s little, coming at me like an incel. He doubles over, and I walk calmly to the car, getting inside.
Reem pulls off toward Nut’s house, but he makes no moves to turn on the music.
“What was that?” he asks lowly.
“Nothing–”
“Don’t lie to me, Mace. We too cool for that.”
