Page 18 of Christmas Luvin

“Stayyour ass in the car!” he threatened and then walked away.

Theirpump was literally right on the other side of ours.Theymust have knownPee-Weewas coming for them because just that fast,Iheard the music completely go off.

“Youput your hands on her, nigga?”Pee-Weeasked the dude in the red hat, who had a blunt hanging from the side of his mouth.

IfIhad to guess their ages,Iwould say they were in their early twenties.Theywere in aHondaAccord, and you know how you can just look at someone and tell that they’re up to no good?Thatwas the vibeIgot from each of them and whyIdidn’t wantPee-Weeto go over there.Butonce he had his mind made up about something, there was no stopping him.

“Man, ain’t nobody put they fuckin’ hands on her, big dawg,” he lied.

Thewindow was down, soIcould hear them perfectly.

“So, basically, you telling me that my girl is a lying ass bitch?Yousaying that she ain’t got shit else to do with her life, so she’s going to look me in my eyes and lie to me about you putting your fuckin’ hands on her?Youcalling her a lying ass bitch?”Pee-Weemoved fast, jacking his ass up like he was his daddy.

Ijust wanted to bury myself in that damn seat and forget thatI’deven said anything about it.WhenPee-Weejacked him up, his friends moved like they were going to do something.

“I’llshoot the fuck out of all three of you niggas, so keep y’all dumb asses still.Iknow the nigga who owns this gas station.Meand him are real cool.Wecan slide in that bitch if you want to, watch the cameras, and we can find out together if you put your hands on my girl or not.Whatit’s going to be, nigga?Igot all night.ThespotI’mgoing to don’t close until two in the morning,”Pee-Weewent on.

Thedude sucked his teeth and lookedPee-Weein his eyes.

“Iain’t know she had a nigga.Mybad, big dawg.Icame at her respectfully, and she ignored a nigga, soIgot a little handsy.Iain’t mean no disrespect,” he said.

Irolled my eyes because he had literally walked up and touched me, butIwould allow him to stick to his version of the story.Whenhe finished speaking,Pee-Weejust shook his head and laughed.Again, like he was his daddy, and he’d just gotten called out to the school for his son misbehaving, he walked with him, still holding onto the front of his shirt, over to the car and made him stand by the window.Therewas a look of anger and humiliation on the dude’s face.

“Apologize, my guy,”Pee-Weeordered.

“Mybad,” he shot.

“Thatain’t no fuckin’ apology.Apologizelike your life is on the line, and it’s a strong chance thatImight let this gun go the fuck off,”Pee-Weebarked, shaking him as he held onto him.

“I’msorry for putting my hands on you,” he stated, andIcould hear fear mixed with shakiness in his voice.Pee-Weegave it a few seconds more before he pushed the shit out of him, causing him to stumble to the ground, but he quickly got up.

Icould hear his friends laughing at him when he fell, but just a few seconds ago, they had that same look of fear on their faces as their partner.Ibreathed a sigh of relief thatPee-Weehadn’t done more to the guy.Ijust knew he was going to stomp him out, andIfeared that his friends would jump in.BecausePee-Weehad his gun on him,Iwasn’t too sure if he would use it.

“Youwas just going to let that nigga touch up on you and not say shit about it?”Pee-Weeaggressively asked me once he got back in the car.Hetook the gun from the waist of his jeans and placed it back in the cupholder.

“Ididn’t need you killing him,” was my response.

“Don’tlet no nigga touch you on your ass, and you let that shit slide.Ifit ain’t me, no other nigga is supposed to be touching you like that.Thatshit is disrespectful, and you was really gon’ sit here and let that shit slide,” he grunted, keeping it going.

Igroaned asIslid down in my seat, putting my hand over my head, acting like he was giving me a damn headache.

“Oh, myGod,Efrem, please!”Ishot, and he started laughing as he pulled out of the gas station.

“Ain’tno fuckin’Efrem, please!Whereyour taser at anyway?Shouldhave tased his ass,” he said, andIlaughed that time.

“Ihope you knowI’mdrinking when we get out there.Ican already tell that you about to start getting on my nerves,”Ilet him know.

“Youdon’t have no soft ass nigga,Bria.Youdon’t have the kind of nigga that’s going to let no disrespectful shit slide, either.IfIcan’t defend my girl,Imight as well hand my dick over becauseIobviously don’t need it.Youthought you was going to tell me that a nigga put his hands on your ass, andIwas going to just shake it off?Girl, what kind of goofy ass nigga you take me for?I’llpaint the fuckin’ sky red for you.Here.Rollthis.Youdone pissed a nigga clean off,” he shot, throwing weed and a wrap in my lap.

Iknew he wasn’t going to smoke the weed in the car, but when we pulled up to the carnival, he would probably post outside the car for a second and smoke out there.Ilaughed again, turning in my seat to look at him asIopened the wrap that he’d just handed to me.

“Oh, so you annoyed with me?Ishould make you roll your own damn blunt,”Isassed as he hopped on the highway.

“Neverannoyed with you, baby.Rollmy shit right, too.Idon’t want no loose ass blunt.Makesure my shit is tight and sealed.Doit right, and daddy might win you a couple of teddy bears at the carnival,” he responded.

Wewere on the highway, and he was driving with his seat all the way back, speeding like an asshole and taking glances at me every few seconds.Iloved my man to death, but he was the kind of driver that you had to say a few prayers before getting in the car with him.Hewasn’t a reckless driver who switched in and out of lanes, cutting people off, butPee-Weenever obeyed the speed limit, andIhated that.

“Wegotta take a picture withSanta, too,”Itold him, and he looked at me likeIwas crazy.

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