Chapter 21
As soon as I closed the door behind me after leaving Symphony’s crib, a smile eased on my face.
Of all people, it was Symphony who came to my rescue, the girl that I had been crushing on since high school.
Then, I thought about me being drunk and hoped that a nigga didn’t say something out of pocket because I knew my drunk thoughts could get the best of me.
I patted my pockets for my phone to realize it wasn’t there.
Fuck! I probably lost the shit at the party.
I turned back to glance at Symphony’s door.
This shit was already starting off bad. I dropped my head and headed back to her door and knocked.
It took her a few minutes to answer, but when she did, a nigga became speechless.
Her head tilted slightly to the side, “You left something?” she asked.
I tucked both hands in my pockets. “Uh, I lost my phone. I was wondering if I can use yours so I can call a ride?”
“Oh, sure, or I can drop you off,” she offered.
Now a part of me felt like a fucked-up nigga.
How was I standing before someone I was trying to impress, and she was the one helping me out?
I couldn’t do it, as badly as I wanted the ride or to use her phone.
I did not want to seem like a nigga who needs a rescue.
I pulled one of my hands from my pocket as I tapped the door frame.
“You know what. I’m good. Thanks, though, sorry to waste your time,” I finished as I had gone to walk off.
“I don’t mind!” she yelled.
I glanced at her over my shoulder and gave her a weak smile. “I’m good, Symph.”
I walked down the hall and into the elevator, disappearing.
I laughed as I went down, thinking about how she probably struggled to get me up here into her crib and how she was so eager to help a nigga out.
Then, I thought about that night. I knew trying to step to her would only lead to that night coming back around and backfiring in my face.
When I exited the elevator, I went to the front desk to ask if I could use their phone.
The condo security snarled as they handed it to me, as if they were the ones who paid the damn bill.
My brothers should have been the first people I called, but I knew I was going to have to face the dragon himself, so I did just that as I dialed up the only nigga’s number that I dreaded.