Page 43 of Ghetto Heartstrings
“I said I’m working on it.”
Rasta frowned, “you lucky you my son and I love yo hardheaded ass, but if you get locked the fuck up, don’t call me son, cause I warned you.”
Perfect had enough, he had to get the fuck up outta there before he went off, but he kept his cool, “Aiight pops…man, I got you I’ma keep you posted aiight?” He gave him pound and then a hug with a quick pat on the back.
Rasta was looking at him weird as shit, but he didn’t give a fuck, he walked out knowing he had to get this shit off of his chest soon, when he got in the car he called C2.
“Where ya at?” He asked him.
“Handling business.” He told his older brother, and then he spoke to somebody in his background. “Keep playin’ with me and you gon’ get what you lookin’ for.” He told the chick.
“Pulled out the player card already huh?” Perfect chuckled.
“Life goes on…you heard from her anyway? C2 asked of Kema.
“Man, if you don’t care about the girl then why you asking about her?”
“You know what…” C2 started as he hopped on 95. “Don’t even worry about it.” He hated that he even asked.
Perfect just wanted to get up under C2’s skin, he knew there was no fucking way he was over that girl that damn quick. That’s the reason why he was fucking with hoes and shit, to fill a void and help him get over her quicker and shit. “I’m fuckin’ with you man, I ain’t seen her crazy ass. The last time Brook’Lynn mentioned her, she was saying that Kema turned the club in for the books and decided to get a real job while she’s at it.”
“Get the fuck outta here!” C2 fell out laughing, he couldn’t believe it, but if it were true then he was proud of her for finally wanting to get her life together. He would never tell her that shit though, cause there was one thing worse than an women scorned and that was a scorned nigga, he didn’t have shit to say to her ass.
“True shit my dude, that’s what I heard but you know I don’t fuck with no he say, she say no matter where it came from so maybe you should check yourself.” He suggested.
“Nah man, ain’t my problem, I don’t care that much about it.”
Perfect guessed the girl in the background got tired of the small talk, “So you gonna keep talking in codes about a bitch all in my face like I’m not sitting here with you?”
“Perfect, give me ten minutes and I’ma hit you back, better yet meet me at my house when you done doing whatever you doing.” C2 told him.
“Yeah…aiight.” Perfect said before hanging up heading to make his rounds before going back to the hospital.
“Why you gotta beall disrespectful and shit when I’m on the phone?” C2 asked his ex-girlfriend Tika when he hung up.
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her plump breast; she poked her full lips out and frowned. “You sitting here talking about your ex-bitch while I’m right in front of you that’s why, and if you so worried about her then why are you with me right now?” She asked with her fucked up ass attitude. Now C2 remembered why he left her uppity ass alone in the first place. Tika came from money and was spoiled as shit since her daddy was a big timer back in the day before he got killed.
Ignoring her, he pulled up in front of Burger King on 27thand parked the car.
“What we doing here?” She asked.
“You said you was hungry.”
She frowned, “Not for no damn Burger King though, when did you start feeding me like a two-dollar hoe?” She asked.
“Damn, so you to good to eat out the hood now?” He asked. “Get your stuck up behind out the car Tika, I got stuff to do.”
She shook her head, “Nah, I don’t want it.”
“Fuck it then, I don’t know about you but I’m about to fuck me up a whopper with cheese and extra mayo, what you know about that?” He fucked with her, “You gon’ stay out here and let one of these niggas get you or you coming in with me?”
She thought about it, and she refused to wait in the car, especially with a bunch of rough looking niggas around. “I’m coming.” She said, hopping out.
He walked right up to the register to order his food while Tika stood to the side of him looking around.
“Hold on one second.” The girl working the register told him, “I was just getting ready to use the restroom but let me have someone to help you.” She turned around to face the girl who was busy dropping the fries. “Kema, can you help them for me please?”
Kema turned around looking in C2’s face as he stood there with some other chick, she knew exactly who the girl was once she really looked at her. With a smile and not even so much as a change in her demeanor, she openly went to the register to take their order, “What are you having today?” She asked them both with a smile, but deep down inside her heart was ripped from her chest, what she really wanted to do was hop over the counter and whoop him and that hoe.
