She Used to Be the Sweetest Girl(68)

“Carissa speaking,” she said professional.

“Aye wassup. This Shemel.”

“Shemel? Nigga, you got your nerve calling my damn phone. How you get my number in the first place.”

Shaking his head, he knew this was going to be more difficult than he thought.

“Look, I ain’t call you for all that nagging and shit. I’m just tryna see what’s good with Brix. She ain’t been answering a nigga calls or nothing. She straight?” he asked concerned.

Sucking her teeth, Carissa rolled her eyes. With the phone in her hand, she walked down the hall to peek into her bedroom. Brix was still knocked out on the bed, getting some much-needed rest. Pulling the door closed quietly, she walked back down to the guest room.

“She is more than straight. While you been all in ATL living life with your little girlfriend, your side bitch been here causing drama.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Shemel asked, confused.

“Oh, so you wanna act like you don’t know huh? Cool, play that role. It’s whatever; just know Brix handled her own,” she replied, about to hang up.

“Wait, what? Just explain what you talking about man. I’m lost as fuck right now.”

“So Reiman or whoever the little white bitch is you fool with didn’t mess up Brix’s car?” she asked, with a roll of her neck already knowing the answer.

Hitting his hand in the steering wheel, Shemel cursed out loud. He had honestly forgotten all about that shit with her. Not knowing if Reilyn had told them everything, he decided to ask.

“Man. Who told you that shit?”

“She did nigga. Her and her ugly ass friends came to Brix’s food tasting and ruined it. Bragging about how you knew it was her and y’all made a bet and some mo’ shit. You wrong as hell, you do know that right?” Carissa said, more than asked.

Running his hand over his face, Shemel sighed heavily. He couldn’t even be pissed at Reilyn. This was all his fault. If he had told Brix from the beginning who damaged her car, he wouldn’t be sitting here feeling as bad as he did. Sure, he would have still felt bad, but not like this. He didn’t even go through with the so-called bet she put in place, but that didn’t matter. The fact he didn’t tell her and covered it up like he was genuinely sorry about the shit is what was wrong.

“I know I’m wrong man. I need to see her though. It’s been two weeks. Is this why she been ignoring me?”

“What the hell you think! She don’t want to see you though. I can guarantee that.”

“Let me hear her say that shit,” he hissed.

“No. She’s sleep right now and I’m not waking her up for this shit.”

“Sleep? She with you right now?” he asked, cranking his car up.

“Are you in the car?” she groaned, inwardly, knowing he was going to ask to come over.

“Yep. Where she at? She at home or your house?” he asked, pulling from the warehouse parking lot.

Shaking her head, Carissa cursed herself for even answering the phone. She didn’t normally answer unknown numbers, but she thought it was someone from her job calling. Arguing with Shemel was the last thing she wanted to be doing before she went into work, but she’d ride for Brix regardless of the circumstances. Against her better judgment, she let him know that they were at her house.

“Can you please send me your address Carissa. I ain’t no begging ass nigga, but man, I’m willing to be right now,” Shemel asked.

“Why should I? All you gone do is come over here and lie anyway. That’s the last thing she needs right now.”

“I’m not gone lie to her again for real. I’mma just make sure we on the same page. Look man, yes or no about the address? If you wanna be difficult, I can get it the same way I got your number,” he threatened.

“I know that nigga Pierre gave you my number with his ugly ass. I’m only giving it to you because I know how she feels about you and I’m about to go to work. I swear if you don’t fix this shit, I’mma hurt you for real this time. Ya little chick already got that work, so don’t be on nothing stupid.”

Shemel wanted to chuckle at her empty threat, but decided against it. He was already in the doghouse and didn’t need to dig himself a deeper hole.

“I’ll fix it man or at least try to. You gotta make shit work with my mans though,” he joked.

“Nigga please. Don’t make me change my mind,” she said.

“Nah, nah. I’m playing. Gone head and send me that address real quick,” he said, getting back to the original conversation.

“Mhm. Be here in the next thirty minutes,” she said, disconnecting the call.