She Used to Be the Sweetest Girl(67)

“Who you trying to convince nigga?” Pierre asked, laughing.

“Nobody but his damn self,” Shemel said.

They all laughed, before everybody except Shemel and Pierre got up to leave. Running traps spots came second nature to the Wright family. It was instilled in them since a young age; you had to make yourself a boss, no matter where you started from. They were told to always put themselves in a position to win. Whether that was starting from the bottom or not, you had to make yourself known in this world or nobody gave a fuck about you. They never did unless you were making money or in your grave.

With a smirk on his face, Pierre stared at Shemel. Something was off about his nigga, and he could tell as soon as he walked through the door. The look on his face, now that everyone was gone, was one of frustration. Pierre had seen it many of times when shit wasn’t going his way. Seeing as though business was rocking, and he had just came from several meetings in Atlanta, it only left one thing to trip about. Women.

“Welcome back nigga,” Pierre said, giving him dap.

“Shit. It feels good to be back.”

“You sure? You over there looking like you lost your best friend. I ain’t go nowhere,” he said chuckling.

“Maaan,” Shemel replied, running a hand over his face.

As much as he wanted to downplay the situation, he couldn’t. In layman's terms, he was in his feelings low key, and the only person he felt comfortable with telling this to was Pierre.

“I don’t know what’s going on with Brix man, but she ain’t fucking with a nigga. After I copped her the ride and shit, we went out to eat and chilled before my flight and everything was good. I get to Atlanta and bruh, when I say she ain’t respond to a text after seeing if I made it safe I’m not lying. What the fuck could have happened that quick?” he asked, in deep thought.

Pierre couldn’t do anything but shake his head. This nigga in front of him was not the Shemel from a few months ago. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think his ass was in love.

“You got it bad man, that’s all I’mma say.”

“What you mean? That shit ain’t weird to you?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“Maybe you did something wrong, shit. Did she really like the car? What, you ain’t give her no dick before you left? I don’t know my nigga, that’s up to you to find out.”

“That’s the thing. She not responding to shit. It’s like she blocked my ass or something. That’s what I came through for, so you could help me out.”

“Help you out how? If you thinking about me reaching out to Carissa, nah. Nope. I ain’t fucking with ole girl. Next option,” Pierre said, dismissing any thought of having a conversation with her.

“Man stop acting like she gone whoop yo ass or something. If you don’t reach out to her, I will. That’s the only other way I can get in touch with Brix.”

The idea of pulling up to her mama’s house had crossed his mind numerous of times, but he felt like it would be mad disrespectful if he did. Trying to keep the little peace there was left, he decided to go a different route. Going through Carissa surely couldn’t be that hard.

“Man, alright. I’mma give you her number, but don’t say it was me. Just say you got it from somebody else or some shit,” Pierre said, scrolling to her number.

“Why you acting like it’s a big deal nigga. It’s just a number.”

“I don’t feel like hearing her mouth. She already done pissed me off for the week, and it’s only Sunday my nigga. That should tell you something,” Pierre replied, handing Shemel his phone.

After storing the number in his phone, Shemel stood up to leave. He got what he originally came for and now it was time to bounce. If it was something he did to really piss Brix off, he was going to need enough time to convince Carissa to let him know what was going on.

“Damn. You leaving already?” Pierre asked, while Shemel laughed.

“You sound like a bitch man. Yeah, I’mma head out. It’s going on eight, and I don’t know if she gotta work tomorrow or not. I need to see her now.”

“You in love my man. You doing the most,” Pierre said, disappointed.

“You’d do the most too if you knew what you had,” he replied, with a shrug.

He didn’t care how he looked to anybody. Of course he wasn’t in love yet, but he wasn’t doing anything not to let it happen. Shemel had already fallen for Brix and if it just so happened that they ended up being in a relationship and falling in love so be it. All that rah rah bullshit Pierre was spitting to him, was irrelevant. After slapping hands with him, he left out the warehouse and hopped back in his ride. Sitting there, he didn’t hesitate to call Carissa’s number. Answering on the third ring, she spoke into the phone.