Chapter 18
“Yes, Too Low,” I dragged out.
“Why you sound like I’m getting on your nerves?” “Because.”
“Because what?”
“Because you are, nigga,” I spewed. “Don’t piss me of. You didn’t even ask how I feel. What’s on my mind. Nothing. You immediately went in, and that’s irritating. And you know how I get when you work my nerves.”
He paused, before redirecting himself. “Bae, you know what?
You right. I’m tripping like a muthafucka. So, I apologize.”
I sighed, knowing that we did this song and dance pretty often.
Although I wasn’t the girl to fuck around on my man, didn’t mean that I was a softy.
I was far from a pushover. Too Low didn’t have me dickmitized or some shit.
I’d been with him because he’d done right by me, and I loved him.
But if he started acting up, then I had no problems reeling him back in.
I also wasn’t above ignoring phone calls to remind him that he wasn’t running shit. So, he knew how far to take it with me.
“Yeah, I hear you. But what got you all snappy like this?” “Cause,” he breathed into the phone.
“Cause what? Talk to me,” I insisted.
“Okay,” he sighed. “Me and these niggas was chopping up in the dayroom, playing dominos. I had my tablet, going through some pictures that you sent me. Naturally, they was checking you out. Then one of them niggas gon say that they bet that some-body’s fucking the shit out of you.
Talking about that it’s no way that you aint entertaining nobody else, when you that fine. ”
“And what did you say?” I wanted to know.
“That he got me fucked up and you aint that type of woman.”
“Okay. And how did that turn into you coming at me sideways?”