Page 8 of The Hellcat Barbies: Aubree
“Hell yeah. We’ve been together for four years.” It must have dawned on Nice why I was asking. “Oh ‘cus I introduced you to Aubree, right? Nah, Aubree cool people. She pretty as hell and not ran through. I want to have some fun with her for sure, but Nika not going nowhere. I might as well go ahead and marry shorty ‘cus we locked in.”
I gave a brief nod. Things could have most definitely changed, but the Aubree I knew would never be a side chick willingly. She couldn’t know about Nika. Aubree was the one that felt some kind of way toward me. I wasn’t mad at her, and Ididn’t want her to be hurt. Still, telling her what Nice had going on wasn’t my place. She was a big girl, and she’d have to find out on her own. She more than likely wouldn’t want me telling her shit anyway.
After handling my business with Nice, I went to link with Cook. He already had a buyer for the brick that I got from Nice. My hand was itching for the money that I was about to get, and I wasn’t even trying to spend it. A nigga just wanted to know that I had it in case I needed it. Coming home to nothing and being broke wasn’t a good feeling. Being back on my feet made being home that much better. And it gave me motivation to lock in for my future. Being broke and stressed out would have been a sure fire way for me to dive back into the streets head first with no exit strategy in place.
My phone rang while I was waiting on Cook. Looking at the screen, I saw that it was Connie. Fuck. I had already ignored two of her calls, but I wasn’t in the mood to answer and shoot her an excuse why I wasn’t going to come through. She expected me to want sex morning, noon, and night, and I kind of did. I just didn’t want it from her. Sex was good but it wasn’t my main priority, so I hadn’t even put any effort into finding a replacement for Connie. Maybe it was shallow of me, but I’d been pussy deprived for too long to settle with bad sex. I’d pretty much prefer no sex over wack sex.
Cook pulled up at our meeting spot, and he got out of his car and into mine. “What it do homie?” we bumped fists, and he passed me three wads of cash.
“He already paid you?” I asked confused.
“Nah, this my bread, so we won’t have to link again. I’m going to him in a minute, and if he doesn’t have the money, my foot is going in his ass.”
“This cat cool?”
“Yeah,” Cook chuckled. “It’s my cousin. You know I wouldn’t be playing middleman if shit wasn’t legit. You trying to hit the club tonight, or you gon’ be boo’ed up with Connie?”
“Hell nah,” I shook my head. “I’m ready to dead that already.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Bye Cook. I got shit to do,” I shook my head, and he got out of the car after I passed him the kilo.
I accomplished enough since being home that I wouldn’t feel bad for getting fresh and hitting the club. It was a celebration. A job, house, and car had been secured. A few hours of playtime wouldn’t hurt. I just wanted to unwind and possibly meet a down to earth baddie with some good pussy. My main focus was moving the coke I had left and stashing some more bread. I also needed to get on the ball with starting my YouTube channel. A relationship was the furthest thing from my mind, but having sex on a consistent basis was something I could always make time for.
As I drove to the mall, thoughts of Aubree dominated my mind. Maybe I should have handled her better. I was so focused on her not waiting for me, that I didn’t think about what would happen when I finally came home. When I was facing the time six years seemed so damn long that, I couldn’t fathom the end of my sentence. But I had done the time. I was home, and I had lost my friend. A part of me wanted to apologize, but what good would it do? I was sure Aubree hated my guts.
I wondered if she’d be hurt when she found out Nice was lying to her. The realization that she might be having sex with Nice made my chest tighten. I wasn’t perfect by far, but he didn’t even deserve to slide up in her. I didn’t push Aubree away for her to fall for a fuck nigga. I wanted her to find someone that would treat her the way she deserved to be treated. I appreciated himlooking out for me, but Nice wasn’t it for Aubree. I knew that shit, and she should have known it too.
“Which one of these hoes you taking home?” Cook peered at the side of my face as I watched two females dancing on one another a few feet away from me.
He would clown the shit out of me if I told him what I wanted to take home wasn’t a hoe. The way thoughts of Aubree had been holding my brain hostage was frustrating as hell. She’d been on my mind even more since finding out that Nice was in a relationship. At times, the world was definitely too fucking small for my liking.
I wouldn’t be ending my night with Aubree, but I would damn sure be ending it with someone. Which meant money would be spent on a hotel room because I wasn’t going to a woman’s house that I barely knew, and she damn sure wasn’t coming to mine.
“Shorty with the blonde bob is kinda right,” I took the blunt that Cook passed to me. “I remember her from living in the ‘jects back in the day. She had a little boy or some shit. I might try her.”
When I was with Aubree, I never cheated on her. I didn’t even think about cheating on her. I. looked but never did I touch. I didn’t even remember ole girl’s name, but she used to flirt with me heavy. If she was single and still with it, that would be my move for the night. My jaw muscle flexed when I saw who I initially thought was Aubree, but it only took a second to realize that it was Autumn. I hadn’t seen Aubree in a few days, and I knew women changed their hair at the drop of a dime, but thelong, platinum blonde, wig and the super short red dress was more Autumn’s speed than my baby’s.
Realizing that I referred to Aubree as my baby, I snorted. That shit was ignorant. Taking a large swallow of my drink, I pulled from the blunt and held the smoke in my lungs for a few seconds. I had just placed the blunt back between my lips when Autumn spotted me and sauntered over. My expression remained indifferent. I hadn’t seen or spoken to her since the night she tried to fuck me. In a sense, I had done Aubree wrong too, so I couldn’t exactly be self-righteous, but I didn’t fuck with the way Autumn treated her sister.
“Brasi, it’s nice to see you home.” Autumn ran her tongue over stark white veneers while she sized me up.
My response was a simple head nod which made her chuckle. “Come on, man. It’s been years. I know you not still acting stank over Aubree. If you are, I know once you find out what she kept from you that shit will change.”
I stared at Autumn and pulled from the blunt again. Yeah, I wanted to know what she was talking about, but a part of me didn’t want to take the bait. I wasn’t interested in her games. Never had been never would be.
“Is there something I can do for you, shorty?” I asked after expelling weed smoke.
“Yeah, there is, but you be acting all scared and shit. You really won’t fuck with me because of a chick that hid an entire pregnancy from you and gave the baby to our aunt. She runs around like such a Miss Goody Two Shoes, and she’s a whole deadbeat mom.”
Autumn may as well have punched me in the gut. All the wind felt as if it had been knocked from me. The only thing that I knew to do was to drain the liquid from my cup and walk off to get another drink. I left her standing there because she was a vindictive bitch, and I was real close to cursing her the fuck out.If what she said was true, I had a bone to pick with Aubree as well, but Autumn could have done that shit with more decorum. Silly bitch didn’t have any tact. She wanted to hurt Aubree so bad and for fuckin’ what?
“You good man?” By the time Cook found me, I had damn near finished the drink.
“Hell fucking nah. That evil ass bitch told me that Aubree had a baby that she hid from me. Said she had the baby and gave it to their aunt.”
Cook’s face crumpled. “You believe her?”
