When he took it and put his number in her phone, I was completely done. I kissed my mom goodnight and followed Jas and Truce out the door. He made sure Scottlyn was secured in Jasmine’s car while I hugged and kissed her goodnight.
“I’ll bring her home around two tomorrow.”
“Okay. Drive safe. I love you.”
“I love you more, Jelly Bean.” I kissed Scottlyn once more, and then we parted ways.
Truce opened my door, and I didn’t bother to say thank you as I pulled the door closed. He got inside, and we pulled away from the curb. On the drive, I ignored him by busying myself with my new phone. I hadn’t had the chance to see if all my pictures and videos had transferred, so I did that to avoid having to talk to Truce.
“You still haven’t figured out what you wanted to do for Scottie’s birthday?” he asked.
“Nope.”
“It’s literally three days away, and you haven’t planned anything yet?”
“Nope,” I repeated. I did have something planned, but I was being petty.
“I’m going home for my meeting, and I’ll be back on her birthday. You think you’ll have something planned by then?”
“Mmhmm.”
“What’s up with you, Jela? You good?” he asked, looking over at me.
“I’m just freakin’ peachy,” I lied. I was jealous and irritated by his actions tonight.
I knew Truce didn’t belong to me, but just mere days ago, I was five seconds from letting him run a red light, and he thought giving Sanaa his number was okay.
“You sure? I’m feeling a lot of heat from over in that passenger seat.”
“I’m just tired.”
He nodded but didn’t say anything else for the rest of the ride. By the time we made it to his house, it was after ten o’clock, and all I wanted to do was shower, call to check on Scottlyn, and take my ass to bed.
When the truck came to a stop, I opened the door and got out. I knew it would piss him off, and since he didn’t care about my feelings, I didn’t give a damn about his.
“Jela!” he yelled, but I shut the door in his face.
I headed up the walkway, entered the code to unlock the door, and went inside. I kicked off my boots at the door, then headed up the stairs.
“Jela, stop!”
I paused my steps as I looked down at him. “What is it, Truce?”
“What’s with the attitude?”
“I don’t have an attitude.”
“Well, you damn sure got me fooled.”
“I guess that makes two of us then, huh?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Good night, Truce.”
“If you’re feeling a way about me giving shorty my number, just say that,” he said, leaning on the railing, smirking at me as if this was some joke.
“I shouldn’t have to. We can’t do what we did the other night and just pretend as if it didn’t happen.”
