Chapter 6
Amos “Fame” Logan
Inever been the type to put my hands on a female but sitting here watching Honesty fake laugh at this nigga’s jokes and shit was about to be the reason I started.
I didn’t want to beat her or no shit like that though.
I just needed to wrap my hands around her neck until she caught a glimpse of Heaven so that she knew that death was closer than she thought if she kept fucking with me.
Shit was crazy as hell because I barely said shit to her until a week ago and now, I felt like nobody else had rights to her.
I didn’t feel like I fully had rights to her, yet.
But fuck, I did expect her to sit the fuck down while I put some shit in motion.
I wasn’t even supposed to be here and had planned on canceling on Des until she made me feel like shit.
The last thing I felt like doing was looking her in her face knowing that the only thing that would make my mood better was to be sitting across from her friend instead of her.
Shit, that’s what the fuck I thought would make my mood better, but having Honesty sit across from me was pissing me off in the worst way.
When I envisioned having dinner with her, it wasn’t on no double date shit and it damn sure wasn’t with her being all in another nigga’s space giggling and shit.
I didn’t give a fuck to hide the mood I was in and I don’t even know if I could if I wanted to.
I didn’t know if she pissed me off more by acting like she didn’t see the way I was mugging her ass or if Desiree had won that spot by inviting them to join us.
Shit, if you asked me, the race between the two was close as fuck.
The entire ride up here, Des kept asking me what was wrong and what had me in such a bad mood.
She had even mentioned how my mood had been fucked up for a few days and how much that wasn’t like me.
I didn’t offer her much in terms of a response because she was right.
Usually nothing ever bothered me this much.
If it was in my power to change some shit I didn’t like, I did.
And if it wasn’t, I never tripped on it for too long.
Shit was different with this situation because she was so damn different.
I don’t know what it was about Honesty that fucked with my head to the point that I couldn’t focus on shit without something she either said, or she did in the time that we were together, invading my thoughts.
Her goofy ass had me smiling when I was supposed to be handling shit and even though I knew that it wasn’t good for business, I was feeling that shit.
It was new but I was wondering if the only reason she stayed on my mind the way she did was because I shared time and space with her and hadn’t fucked.
That was the only thing that I could think of when I tried to make sense of the shit.
“Oh my God, that would be a cute lil double date moment! Fame loves Lebron too. Right bae?” Des saying my name brought me back to this fake ass double date I was on.
“Come again?” I questioned.
“Honesty’s man, Justin, was talking about flying her out to see the Lakers play for a home game. I said that would be a cute lil double date because you and him have a love for LeBron in common.” I heard what she said, but I couldn’t move past the way she referred to the nigga as Honesty’s man.
I didn’t know what type of time Desiree was on because she knew I wasn’t a friendly nigga.
On top of that, the way she kept watching me felt like she was gauging my reaction.
This shit felt like she was tryna test me and that would be a fuck up on her part because she knew that I had no problem failing.
All eyes were on me but the expressions behind them were all different.
Des was up to something with the way her eyes squinted as if she was daring me to say the wrong thing.
The nigga that was way too close to my recent interest looked excited, like he had found a new friend in me.
Nigga had no idea that I had envisioned at least six different ways to kill his ass already.
And then there was Honesty. She was trying to contain her laughter, and I felt like I was the punchline to her personal joke.
Tilting my head to the side, I ran my tongue over my grill while nodding.
If Honesty wanted to be funny, I would be hilarious.
“Shit, I fuck with LeBron but not enough to watch him from anywhere but my usual floor seats. I ain’t tryna change the way I enjoy the game.” I shrugged before throwing back the shot that was supposed to go inside of Desiree’s lil fruity ass beverage.
“Who said we would have to change our arrangements?” Desiree asked while looking confused.
“Just an assumption.” I shrugged.
“No, I actually have the same question. Who said the arrangements would have to change?” Honesty’s date spoke.
“Ooppp.” Honesty mumbled as she took a dramatic ass sip of her Blueberry Lemon Drop.
“And I actually have the same muthafuckin answer. I made an educated guess.” I barked.
“A guess, maybe. An educated one, I highly doubt it.” Jutin’s bitch ass looked over at Honesty to see if she was still amused at the way he thought he was handling me.
I wasn’t a street nigga that had dropped out of school and was sitting here uneducated or no shit like that.
I probably had a further education level then he had, and could get on his level with the comebacks, if chosen.
However, that shit was too close to being bitch like for a nigga like me and though I was an educated one, I was at the end of the day, a street nigga and never hesitated to respond as such.
“A comedian, maybe. Bulletproof, I highly doubt it.” I calmly spoke while discreetly placing my gun on the table.
Just like I knew it would, that caused multiple reactions to ripple through the table.
Desiree, who wasn’t green to the way I handled disrespect, sat back in her seat while her eyes seemed to squint even more.
They damn near looked closed at this point.
The color drained from the face of Justin’s bitch ass and all of a sudden, he needed to loosen the top button on that ugly ass button down he was rocking.
And ironically, Honesty looked more amused than afraid.
One of her sharp ass eyebrows was slightly elevated like she was waiting to see what was about to happen next.
“Umm,” Justin’s bitch ass cleared his throat before he started trying to deescalate some shit he ain’t know was about to reach this level. “I think this is all one big misunderstanding. A disagreement between two grown men doesn’t have to result in being threatened with a weapon drawn.”
“Yeah, it’s always categorized as a small disagreement when you show a muffucka just how far you’re willing to take shit when it comes to your respect. What’s crazy is you saying we had a disagreement when in reality, we ain’t have shit; you made a mistake.” I corrected.
“I made a mistake?” He asked, looking confused.
“Fucking right, a big one too. Your mistake was confusing me with them niggas you saw on campus who you fooled in to believing that yo ass was something or someone to take serious. Shit crazy too, because even with the education you got, you don’t have the sense to tell the difference in the type of niggas you play that game with.
See you got them fooled because they did all the right things and ended up right where they were destined to be.
They never crossed paths with a nigga like me.
One that’s willing to die ‘bout his respect because that’s all the fuck he ever had.
Yeah, you made a mistake but luckily, you did that shit at the right time.
I got some shit going on that calls for me to set aside my hoodlum ass ways and let you make it.
Don’t breathe too easy though, because beyond the shit I got going on, I got about ten killers on speed dial that ain’t got shit to lose and everything to gain from getting rid of a nigga who thought he had a disagreement with me.
So yeah, watch your words, you made a mistake because anything other than that and you’ll fuck up the evening for all these nice innocent folks.
Right?” The way his bitch ass cowered under my gaze even after I told him I personally wasn’t on that shit was the real comedy of the evening.
“Ri- right. That was my fault. I won’t make that mistake again.” His eyes were going crazy jumping from me as I stood to my feet, to the gun that I tucked back in my waistlines before pulling my shirt down to conceal it.
“Oh wow! I cannot believe this shit.” Honesty shook her head in disgust before rushing off. She asked one of the waiters something before they pointed towards the bathrooms.
“All of that wasn’t even necessary, Fame!” Desiree argued.
“The level of disrespect you tolerate is on you, Des. As for me, you know me. I ain’t going for none of that in, no setting.
Order for me, I need to handle something.
” I didn’t wait for Des to respond before I made my way towards the doors we had entered through, the complete opposite way that Honesty had gone.
Stepping outside, I ignored how quickly the weather had gone from humid to having a nice cool breeze, because I was on a mission.
“Aye bruh, let me holla at ya.” I called out to the valet that had parked my car.
“Ready to go so soon, sir?” He questioned, leaving the group of workers he was talking to behind.
“Nah, I need a favor. Sneak me in through whatever door y’all use to get back inside. I need to do it now though.” I explained while counting out $300 worth of twenty dollar bills and handing it to him.
“Shit, let’s go!” He eagerly waved me over to follow behind him as he stuffed his cash in his pockets. When I realized just how easy it was to sneak in the back way, I almost wanted to tell his ass he owed me at least $150 back, but I let him make it.