Page 44 of Pills and Potions: Kase
“No. That ain’t it. Don’t you get it, shawty? I’m a damn dog, I don’t do soft. I don’t do feelings. I ain’t never wanted to want nobody. Well, except one woman who ain’t you.”
The second I said it, my jaw locked.
The fuck did I just say?
Shut up, Kase. What the fuck is wrong with you? That wasn’t player. That wasn’t cold. That was a damn cry for help wrapped in a confession. I took a step back, tryna reel it in, voice droppin’ low like I still had control, but I didn’t.
“I been tryna be polite. Tryna tell you my rules without crushin’ you. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask for you.”
And there it was again.
More emotional diarrhea.
My shit was spillin’ out like I had a mic and a poetry slot on open mic night. I sounded like I had a mood journal. Like I burned incense and watched the rain hit the window while listenin’ to Summer Walker.
What the hell is this? A slow jam? Nigga, stop.My fists clenched on their own, and I felt heat flood my face. Not cause I was embarrassed, but cause I was confused as hell.
Why was I feelin’ like this?
Where was my ego? My savage mode?
It was like someone hit mute on my toxic and turned the emotional volume all the way up. Key Key blinked, her neck rolling slow like she was powering up to go full hood.
“So, you played me?”
“Nah… I just—”I scratched the back of my neck, eyes twitchin’.
You played yourself.
“Shit, you knew I only wanted the pussy. I showed you that.”
The words fell flat. There was no swagger behind it. Just honesty. Raw and jagged. Like I was talkin’ through a damn lie detector that wouldn’t shut off. She blinked hard, face cracking.
“Wow, you serious right now? You dirty-ass, dog-ass nigga.”
Normally, I’d roast her and walk off. Say something slick like,“You mad cause the dick good and the goodbye better.”But I couldn’t find the words. My usual comeback arsenal was gone.
“I’m just tellin’ you the truth,” I muttered, soundin’ like a broke pastor caught in a scandal.
Just like that, she whipped out a pink-ass pepper spray keychain like she was Sailor Ratchet, ready to transform. I saw it just in time and smacked it out her hand like it was a damn fly.That’s when shit turned stupid.All three of ‘em jumped like it was a group decision, nails out, wigs tight, earrings already removed. They came at me like I was a clearance rack full of betrayals.
“Y’ALL SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!” I yelled, ducking and dodgin’, blockin’ like I was in a damn anime. One girl got a good grip on my shirt, stretched the collar so bad I looked like I was in a V-neck made by depression.
Meanwhile, the peanut gallery was lit. Jace was leaned against the doorframe with a smirk. Tuesday had tears streamin’ down her face from laughing. While Blyss looked like she was about to throw up.
“We need to call the police!”Blyss squeaked.
Tuesday waved her off.“Nah. Let Mr. Bitches figure it out. That’s karma,”she added.“Kase always think he invincible.”
“I can’t just stand here!”Blyss shrieked.
Suddenly, the girl snapped.Blyss ran inside and came back like she was in Fruit Ninja on hard mode. This girl had apples, bananas, and what looked like an emergency peach. She started throwin’ produce like her rent depended on it.
“LEAVE HIM ALONE!”Blyss screamed, cockin’ that arm like a pro softball pitcher.
Thump!An apple hit one of the girls dead in the forehead. She paused mid-swing, lookin’ around like the spirit of Michelle Obama had just touched her.
“THE FUCK?!”
