Chapter 13
NOT YOURS TO SAVE
Are They Spinning the Block
@ShaySpillstheTea
Tainted ex-lovers, Chanel King and Chase spotted dining at a local restaurant. Allegedly, Chase stormed off after a tense discussion, leaving Chanel to cry into her chicken and waffles.
Will the pair reconcile?
Is this all one big round of foreplay?
Stay tuned for more tea!
“Amaya…” Joce tried to be the voice of reason for the entire drive to Chase’s house, but I wasn’t hearing shit she was saying. “Just tell me what you’re gonna say to him!”
“I’ma tell the nigga that if I shook his head, it would sound like a pea in a tin can because only somebody with a brain the size of a grain of rice would do something so dumb when we basically have this shit in the bag!
” I fumed as I maneuvered the road like a coked up NASCAR driver.
My fuel of choice was white hot rage, amplified by caffeine, but it was just as lethal.
“Girl, calm down. You work for him! You can’t say that!”
“Who can’t? He told me to keep it real with him. I’ma really put my foot up his ass!”
“Okay… You know you can’t go in here and put your hands on this man or cuss him out, right?”
“Watch me,” I quipped, staring her right in the eyes before I turned the car off and stormed to the front door. I rang the doorbell three times before pounding on it with my full body weight until Jonathan opened the door looking startled. It was Sunday, and we weren’t supposed to be there.
“Where’s your stupid ass friend?” I asked, brushing past him with Joce on my heels.
“Hey—” Chase’s smile immediately fell once he saw the scowl on my face. “What is it?”
“You’re trending,” I spat, rocking on my heels to try to keep my anger at bay—that shit wasn’t working.
“For what?” he asked innocently as he turned and grabbed that damn tablet. “Shit!”
“Yeah, nigga! Every fucking time I think you have something other than cotton candy for brains, you do some dumb fuck ass shit that lets me know that there ain’t shit but air between them big ass ears!
” He looked at me in shock, like I was trippin’.
Yes I came in hot, but I had a good reason… didn’t I?
“Wait, hear me out—”
“There’s nothing to hear out. You want to lose this case, don’t you? If you wanna go back to her, just do it and save all our time and trouble!”
I stared at him blankly for a minute before it hit me.
The reason I was so upset wasn't about the case at all.
It wasn't even about the fact that I fucked him…
It was the fact that after that, I told him my deepest, darkest secrets and fell asleep with him holding me—only to find out that after all that, he went back to her.
I had caught feelings all while he was thinking about the last bitch.
This motherfucker is lucky I don't have my knife on me.
“Amaya, just let me explain!” He threw his hands up like a nigga who just got caught cheating.
“You don't have to explain shit to me! Just hear this… if you ever do some stupid shit like this again, you can find yourself a new attorney!” I spat before turning and stomping out the door.
If I had to start being a bitch again to get through this, then so be it, but I'd be damned if I let this nigga knock me off my game again.
Two Week Break for King vs Andrews:
After the latest witness for the plaintiff turned out to be a dud, clearly nothing more than a scorned influencer, trying to get more traffic to her page, the judge announced a recess.
He gave the plaintiff two weeks to convene and determine whether they would still like to pursue.
This comes just in time for preparation for Chase Andrew’s Annual Memorial Day Weekend Youth Summer Football Camp.
When asked if he would still be hosting, he simply said, “It’s about the kids. ”
“Amaya,” Jocelyn called as she poked her head in my door. “Girl, why aren’t you dressed?
“I’m not going!” I said, flinging the covers over my head with all the dramatics of a teenage girl in a 90’s sitcom.
“Girl,” she scoffed at me as she came in the room and sat on the edge of my bed.
“We made a commitment. You’re going.” I rolled my eyes at her ass.
Now she wanted to be noble—like she hasn’t been sneaking off and letting Jonathan turn her inside out in every one of her free moments and lying to me about it.
I flung the covers over my head and gave her a death stare.
She matched my energy, giving me an equally lethal stare down and bucking at me.
“Bitch,” I spat before busting out laughing. “Give me forty-five minutes.”
“Thank you!” she said, frown instantly turning into a smile as she skipped out of the room.
I rolled my eyes and drug myself out of bed to get dressed.
Chase was still as dumb as a day-old donut, but his charity camp was an amazing asset to the community, and his team showing a unified front was important.
With that in mind, I got up and made sure I looked cute as hell so I could show Chase’s ass what he would never have again…
well as cute as a bitch could be at a kid’s football camp.
My yellow Flyers t-shirt and cutoff jean shorts fit me perfectly and the yellow hue popped perfectly against my brown complexion.
“Don’t get used to it, bitch,” I scolded myself as I gave myself a final look in the mirror. After that day, I never planned to rep that nigga’s team again, and after the trial, I was so ready to leave him and all his bullshit in my rearview mirror.
We made it to the stadium, and I did everything in my power to ignore Chase, which should have been easy since every other person there wanted his attention.
The kids, the players, the workers, and especially the women were on his sack like nobody’s business.
There were at least two dozen moms there in club outfits, asking for pictures, autographs, and anything else they could to try to get chose by his lame ass.
I didn’t care. I just stayed in my little pocket, serving drinks to the kids and counting the moments until I could leave that place.
Did that hoe just touch his dick?!
I squeezed a paper cup so tight that it imploded, but luckily for me, it was filled with water and not the bright blue sports drink option.
I watched in anger as a mom with a platinum blonde buss down and the biggest titties I’d ever seen, asked Chase for a photo and tried to get a feel of his meat in the process.
The worst part was that the bitch did it all in front of her teenage son, who groaned and covered his face in pure embarrassment.
His security quickly swept in and whisked her away and his eyes landed directly on me as I stood there looking dumb with water splashed all over me.
He had been sneaking glances at me all day, and I did the same thing I did every single time I caught him, rolled my eyes and looked away.
“Hey lady, I want my drink!” the little boy standing in front of me demanded. He couldn’t have been more than six years old with all the audacity of a thirty-five year old fuck nigga.
“Can you say please?” I asked, giving him a fake ass smile. Most of the kids were patient and respectful, but there were a few that needed more than an ass whoopin’.
“No,” he stomped his tiny foot. “I said, I want my drink!”
“Lil’ ni—” I stopped myself from cussing him out and telling him to go find his raggedy ass mama so I could smack the shit out of both of them, but I remembered where I was and the mission at hand. “Sweetheart… I’m not giving you anything unless you can use your manners and be nicer.”
“I’m not doin’ shit! Gimme my damn water before I call my mama over here so she can beat yo’ ass!”
“Call ya’ mama!” I snapped, done playing with his silver toothed ass. “And make sure you tell her that I—”
“Aye, lil man,” a voice came from over my shoulder. “That ain’t no way to speak to a lady.”
“I just wanted water!” he whined, all the bark gone from his tiny voice. I rolled my eyes because it shouldn’t have taken Chase to get his lil’ ass to show some respect.
“It don’t matter. You don’t disrespect her, or any other woman, especially when they’re trying to help you. Now I think you should apologize.”
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled with an eye roll and his arms crossed. I wasn’t sure what Chase squatted down and whispered in his ear, but he immediately straightened up, lost his attitude, and apologized correctly.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said.
“That’s more like it,” Chase said, still playing the mediator.
“Now do you think he can get a drink?” he asked, turning to me with his hands out like he had just brokered a peace treaty between two warring nations.
I stood there with a blank expression on my face, because fuck both of them!
He could go find his mama and ask her, because I wasn’t giving him a fuck ass thing!
Clearly Chase got the memo as he shook his head and made the small demon a drink before handing it to him.
Seed of Chucky gladly accepted it, then ran off, leaving me standing there looking awkward with Chase.
“Listen,” he said softly. “You gotta be patient with the kids. I know some of em are a little rough around the edges, but they just need a different approach.”
“He was disrespectful, cussed at me, then threatened to get his mama to beat my ass,” I said flatly. “He needed the approach that involves a belt. Fuck these kids!”
“Amaya,” he scolded, covering his mouth to mask the chuckle that escaped his lips. “You can’t be out here fighting with the kids unless you wanna end up on national TV by the time you get home,” he said, gesturing to the various local news reporters that stopped by to get a shot of the festivities.