Chapter 158
he we had a falling out or something. But nawl.
We was good, and one day everything just changed.
You started lying and shit. Stopped coming to see me.
Was missing all my calls. Because you wasn’t woman enough to stand on your bullshit.
And now I’m trying to cope with the way shit is, and you still offer resistance. I don’t understand you.”
“Too Low.” I clutched my forehead. “You’re giving me a headache. And I’m not trying to argue. I swear I’m not. I just feel like with everything going on, we have bigger fish to fry than some damn pictures. We haven’t been seeing eye to eye. So, what the hell would sending you some pictures solve?”
I had to ask, but I was keeping it PG, because his cousin was on the phone.
One thing that Too Low must’ve forgotten about me was that I was far from green.
Me sending him pictures could potentially have a snowball effect.
Because niggas in prison liter-ally gossiped like bitches.
And since Face had answered that collect call, we’d gone public.
I’m talking Facebook, IG, TikTok. It was a known fact that I was Face’s girl.
I’m also sure that it had Too Low shamefaced.
So, he probably wanted to prove a point by me sending him some new pictures, revealing that he still had access to me.
And I wasn’t necessarily opposed to him saving face, but I know that prison talk didn’t remain between those walls.
Just like Too Low could call home, and email, then so could those other inmates.
Which means that it could get back to Face.
And there was really no plausible explanation to be sending him any pictures.
“And what harm would it do?” Too Low countered.
“I’m not about to go there—” I got out, before my line beeped. Peering at the screen in my new GLE Bez coupe, I sighed. “Look, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.” I clicked over, without waiting for a response. “Hello?”