Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Titan
“Fuck!” I slammed my fist on the steering wheel as I watched Tink storm her little mad ass off to her car and leave.
I wanted to go snatch her little ass up and start this conversation over, but I knew that shit wouldn’t work in my favor.
I knew somebody probably already photographed me and her talking, but that shit might benefit me if I could get her on board.
Instead of sulking, I left the campus and made one phone call.
“Whatever it is, the answer is fuck no,” Stacks said on the other line.
“You’on even know what I want?” I laughed.
“Nigga, I know you, and I can bet my life this has to do with Cady. Tell me I’m lying.” I couldn’t do shit but laugh because he was right.
“Listen, I’ain on no dumb shit, but I need to holla at her in person. I pulled up on her at school, and her little ass flipped the fuck out on me. I thought I was gone have to put a muzzle on her ass,” I joked.
“That’s what the fuck you get. Cady ain’t on no dumb shit, man.”
I rubbed my hand down my face as I maneuvered through traffic. “I know, man. I just need to talk to her because she took what I said the wrong way. I just wanna apologize,” I replied honestly.
“Aight, I’ll give you her number,” he revealed, but that wasn’t good enough.
“I appreciate that for real, but I need her address. I wanna talk to her face to face.”
“Nigga...” he expressed.
“Listen, you have my word I’ain on no funny shit. I just need to talk to her in person,” I pleaded.
I could tell he was pondering the situation, but this nigga knew me and knew I wouldn’t be on no funny shit. It’s too many willing participants out here for that. Besides, Aiesha Davis would beat the black off my ass if I did some dumb shit like that.
“Listen, I’ll do this shit because it sounds like you’re about to cry and shit, but if I find out that you did some shit to that girl, you won’t make it to Sunday, nigga,” he threatened.
“Yeah... yeah. Send the address and get off my phone with that shit.” He hung up without saying anything to me, and I was cool with that. All I needed him to do was what I asked.
Once I hung up with Stacks, I was pulling up to CPC. We had a late practice, and my ass was still late so I knew I would have to hear Coach’s mouth.
As soon as I walked onto the field, he started his shit.
“Sam, you’re late!” He yelled from the sidelines.
“I can tell time,” I shot back, heading toward the opposite end to start stretching.
“Good... then you know exactly how long you gotta run them damn goal-line gassers after practice.”
A couple of my teammates started laughing while I flipped Coach off without looking back.
“I sure hope whatever made you late was worth it, because them gassers sure as hell won’t be,” he shot back.
I didn’t even say shit because it wasn’t shit I could say, but he still had me fucked up thinking he was about to run the fuck outta me.
Shaking my head, I headed toward the offense, where everybody was already stretching.
The second I dropped down beside Ja’Kobe, he glanced over before looking back toward Coach, who was still stalking the sideline like he was looking for a reason to start with a nigga.
“Damn, what got you coming to practice late. That ain’t like you,” he voiced as he stretched.
“I had some shit to handle,” was all I said. He knew not to push it further... not now anyway, so all he did was nod in return.
Once practice was over and Coach ran the fuck out of me, I got my shit and headed out, but not without Tatum and Kobe on my heels.
“Damn, nigga. Slow down,” Tatum rushed out.
“Right. You act like you’re working on your rushing yards or some shit,” Kobe joked.
I didn’t stop until I got to my truck and threw my bag inside.
“So, what’s up. Why were you late? That ain’t like you,” Tatum stated.
“Right,” Kobe co-signed.
Leaning back on my truck, I gave them the rundown of what happened with Tink. By the time I was done, these niggas were laughing and pissing me off.
“Fuck you niggas. That’s why I hope Ava got a fucking headache when you get home, and don’t get me started on Neveah’s bird brain ass,” I spat only for them niggas to laugh in my face.
“Man, I’m out.”
“Crybaby ass nigga,” I heard Kobe taunt.
I ignored their asses and got in my truck. As soon as I pulled out of the parking lot, a text came through from Stacks.
Stacks: 1427 Willow Creek Drive, Apt. 1117...don’t make me regret this shit, nigga.
I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my face because I knew my boy would look out.
Good looking out ????????
Stacks: Fuck you, nigga
I threw my phone in seat and headed home so I could shower. I didn’t want to go around her funky as hell.
By the time I made it home and showered and got to her place, it was a little after ten o’clock. I made sure to throw a hoodie on so people wouldn’t be all in my face.
When I got to her door, I knocked and waited for her to come and open it. I heard her talking to somebody and I would hate to have to beat a nigga’s ass tonight. I had my Glock tucked just in case, though.
Maybe that’s why she was blowing me off?
When she opened the door, I knew she was surprised to see me. She didn’t move, and I just stood in her doorway with my hands stuck in the pockets of my sweats, admiring her in those little ass shorts and tee.
“Titan?” she questioned.
“You gone show some hospitality and let me in or make me stand out here like I’m a salesman?” I smirked.
Rolling her eyes, she moved aside and let me in before she shut the door behind her. Her door opened into the kitchen, but I got a good view of everything since it was an open floor plan, so I saw her homegirl sitting on the sofa with a mile wide grin on her face.
“Well, lookie here,” her friend said, looking between the two of us.
Tink still hadn’t moved, so I turned to her.
“Can we go somewhere and talk?” I asked. By the frown on her face, you would’ve thought I told her to come suck my dick.
“Uhm, no. You can talk right here,” she stated firmly.
I don’t know if she told her homegirl what I asked her or not, but I didn’t want to talk about the shit in front of her. She was her friend... not mine.
“Cady, I’ll go so you two can talk. Call me tomorrow,” she said as she got up and grabbed her stuff.
“Nae, you don’t have to leave,” Tink voiced.
Her friend looked between the two of us and smirked. “Yeah, I do. See y’all later.” She hugged her friend before she turned to me. “Titan, I fight niggas or, in your case, shoot your big ass. My friend better be in one piece when I see her again,” she threatened.
“You got it,” was all I said before she disappeared out the door.
Once she was gone, Tink walked to the living room with me trailing behind her. My eyes were glued to her thick ass the entire time.
“Damn,” I mumbled.
When she heard me, she snapped her head in my direction.
“I’on want no problems, Tink.” I threw my hands up in mock surrender.
She took a seat on the sofa and tucked one leg under her as she stared in my face.
“Why are you here?” she asked as soon as I took a seat on the opposite end.
“I came to talk about earlier and apologize,” I said sincerely.
I could see her features soften when she realized I was here to apologize.
“Go ahead.” She moved her hands around, motioning me to go ahead.
“My bad for how I came off today. The shit didn’t come out the way I intended it to, and that was fucked up on my part.
” I started. “Now, I did mean the part about us helping each other out, and before you start, I really wanna help you. You seem to have your shit together, and I’on know how you got into the bind that you’re in, but I wanna help you get out of it.
If you don’t agree to help me on my end, I want you to allow me to help you.
” She started to say something, but I put my hand up to stop her.
“You won’t owe me shit. Just look out for a nigga if I ever need therapy and shit. ” I smirked, causing her to simper.
“Titan, look. I see your name in headlines damn near every day and I’on wanna be a part of that,” she voiced.
Sighing, I leaned forward. “I can’t promise that you won’t be a part of that shit, but it won’t be the same.
You’ll be helping me spin the narrative.
If I’m being completely honest, I’m only doing this shit to pacify my mama.
I’on like when my ol’ girl is mad at me and right now she’s disappointed as fuck seeing her baby boy’s name in the headlines for more than his accomplishments.
That shit is starting to overshadow my career, and I’ve worked too hard for this shit,” I explained.
The silence around us was loud as fuck, and that shit was making me nervous. I looked over at her, and she was staring back at me.
“What would I have to do?” She finally asked.
“Nothing over the top. A few appearances and come to a couple games. I’ll arrange any out-of-town accommodations if you come to those... that’s about it.” I shrugged.
“And what about public affection?” She eyed me.
“I won’t do shit that you’re not comfortable with. The idea is to sell it and not let it look rehearsed. It may be times when I get close, but it’s only for the cameras,” I explained.
I could see the wheels turning in her head and that shit had me anxious as fuck.
“Listen, if I do this, I need you to hold up your end of the bargain, and I’ll do my part.”
I visibly exhaled because the hard part was over.
“You have my word.” I nodded.
“So, when will this thing start?” She asked.
“As soon as I walk out that door. I’ll let my people know, and we’ll go from there. I’ll let them know that everything is a go and we can roll with the flow. Sounds good?” I looked over at her.
“I guess so.” She shrugged.
“Bet. Now give your man your number so I’on have to steal that shit like I did your address,” I joked as I handed her my phone.
All she did was shake her head as she keyed her number into my phone. When she handed it back, I called her so she could have mine. I stood and stretched, and she followed suit.
“Shit, what you cooked that smells like that?” I asked. Whatever it was smelled good as fuck, and I hope she had enough.
“I cooked steak alfredo,” she confirmed.
“Shit, gone and fix your man a plate to go.” I smirked.
She rolled her eyes but switched her fat ass to the kitchen. I could get used to that fucking view.
“Aye, you dress like this all the time?” I asked. I could’ve been any muthafucka at the door and she had pussy, ass and titties on display.
“In my house... yeah,” she responded while she put some of the pasta into a clear container.
When she had it packed, she handed it off to me. “’Preciate that. Come lock up but keep your pussy behind the door.”
The look on her face was priceless.
“Bye, Titan.” She shook her head.
“Goodnight, Tink.” I winked and walked out the door feeling accomplished as fuck.
Hopefully, this shit won’t backfire and work out in my favor... it had to.