Chapter PERCY
PERCY
“I want to know everything,” I told Royce as she stepped inside my place.
She glanced around, smiling. “It’s nice, Percy.”
“Yeah, I know, but I didn’t invite you over for that.”
Her eyes softly landed on me. “I said I was sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t what I asked.”
She walked over and sat on the only piece of furniture I had, which was a single couch. Zeus and Sasha offered to get my place right, but they had already done enough. With my job at the Blue Café, I knew I would eventually be able to get what I needed. She patted the seat beside her.
“I’ll stand.”
“Percy, you act like you don’t know me. You act like you weren’t fucking me from the back in my grandma’s house.
Relax. Look, when you came into the library, I knew who you were; I did.
However, what we ended up being wasn’t on my agenda.
My father’s company installed some of the cameras on campus. ”
“Wait... I thought you were from the south?”
She smiled. “I was raised there, yes, but my father is from Covana. He owned a security company that was hired years ago to install cameras on campus. Then, his business went down the drain, and he went bankrupt. It caused a wedge in my family, one that they argued about all the time. My aunt Toni convinced my mother to leave, and that was when we moved to the south. My father died, leaving my grandmother here alone. My mother stayed in contact with her, but one day, she called and something wasn’t right.
When we came to visit, we found out she had dementia. ”
I leaned against the wall as she continued. “Before I knew it, I was living with my grandma and attending school. I’m a tech major, Percy. When Jesaiah found out, he asked me to keep an eye on the line, but he didn’t know where the cameras were, so I did a little research.”
I was so intrigued that I found myself sitting next to her. “You’re a little fucking spy.”
She shrugged. “I’m not a spy. Even though a new company controls the system, it doesn’t mean I cannot access it. However, I’m not the one who started that site. I merely tapped in and saw what I saw.”
I wasn’t sure if I trusted her word. Royce placed her hand on mine. “Percy, I like you; I do. I like what we have and don’t want to ruin it.”
I shook my head. “Hell nah. Honestly, Royce, I don’t think I can trust you. To know you’ve been watching me, hell, watching others, tapping into computers and shit, that’s weird. It sounds fucked up. You're moving like you're on Mission Impossible. It’s weird behavior. I’m good.”
“But Percy, I—”
“No! You and your cousin are fucked up in the head.”
I wasn’t sure what she thought would come out of her telling me that. A nigga wanted to know, but damn. They say it’s always the quiet ones. She stood from the couch, sadly looking at me.
“I think it’s messed up. I was able to give you a chance with all you had going on. I had never done anything wrong. My personal reasons for doing what I did had nothing to do with you. I knew you were sleeping with Phoebe and still chose you. I gave you my body, Percy.”
I didn’t know what to think. I did like her a lot, but I wasn’t sure if I could get over the fact that she was like a fucking spy, and if it wasn’t her who created the site, who the fuck was it? I had questions that needed answers.