Page 60 of Certified Pressure 2
My own eyes burned, and I ain’t even care if anybody saw it. That shit wasn’t weakness—it was real. She meant more to me than I could ever explain, but here I was, caught up in some shit I couldn’t untangle.
Pluto was standin’ behind me, her eyes wide, probably thinkin’ she just made her big move back into my life. Kashmere was in front of me breakin’ down, and I was damn near breakin’ with her.
Renza and Blaqson exchanged a look, and I knew right then they wasn’t about to let this shit go no further in front of everybody. Renza cleared his throat and stepped forward.
“Look, y’all both need to chill. Pluto, Kash, don’t go nowhere. We gotta talk to Pressure real quick,” he said firmly.
Blaqson nodded, his tone even sharper. “Yeah, hold tight. This ain’t gon’ get solved like this.”
They stepped in, one on each side of me, and hurried me toward the elevator. I didn’t fight it. My head was spinnin’, and I ain’t have the words anyway.
The ride up felt longer than usual. None of us said shit, but the tension was sittin’ heavy. When the doors opened, we walked into my room. Blaqson closed the door behind us, and the silence broke with all three of us lettin’ out a breath like we been holdin’ it too long.
Renza was the first to speak. “Nigga… what the fuck goin’ on? We need answers.”
I sat on the edge of my bed and buried my face in my hands. My phone was still in my pocket, and that shit felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. “Man, I don’t even know,” I muttered. “I wasn’t expectin’ Pluto to just show up like that. I really thought we was done when I left her yesterday.”
Renza leaned against the dresser, his arms folded. “But she did. She showed up, and you ain’t push her away. You kissed her back. Nigga, you been flyin’ out to her city, fuckin’ her, beggin’ her to come back. You in love with her. Stop frontin’.”
Before I could respond, Blaqson cut in, his voice firm. “Nah, hold up. Let’s keep it real. Pluto been runnin’ from you this whole time. Givin’ you excuses, tellin’ you no when you wanted her to come home. And now she just pop up like everything sweet? That don’t sit right.”
Renza shook his head. “So what? It don’t matter how she came back, it matter that she did. It’s obvious she’s the one this nigga want. All that shit he did, all them flights—he ain’t do that for Kash. He did it for Pluto.”
Blaqson stepped forward, his voice rising. “And what about Kash? You forget how she started out? Yeah, she was wild, rowdy as fuck, but I been watchin’ her. I seen the way she toned thatshit down, the way she tried to meet him where he was at. Nigga, you just said you was tired of choosin’ everybody else over Kashmere, and tired of puttin’ her last. Now look at what’s happenin’. You about to do the same shit again.”
I sat there, my hands pressin’ into my face, my mind twisted up in knots. Renza’s words hit one side of me, Blaqson’s words hit the other, and both of them felt true.
Pluto was the one I couldn’t get out my system, no matter how far I tried to run. She was the one I kept beggin’ to come home, the one I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about. But Kashmere… Kashmere was the one who ain’t leave. She was the one who stood tall in the storm, even when she could’ve walked away. She was loud at times, crazy, sometimes too much, but she was still here. She stayed when I gave her every reason not to.
And now I was stuck in the middle of them both.
“I don’t know what the fuck to do,” I admitted finally, my voice low but raw. “I ain’t never ran from shit in my life, but this right here… I don’t know.”
The room went quiet again. Renza exhaled heavy, shaking his head like he wanted to argue more, but he held it in. Blaqson was pacin’ slow, his face tight.
“Pressure,” Blaqson said, stoppin’ in front of me. “You can’t play with this. Somebody gon’ end up broken beyond repair. You can’t keep one foot in with both of ‘em. You gotta decide.”
His words hit hard, and I sat there frozen, because deep down I knew he was right.
But damn… I honestly didn’t have the answer.
Trill-Land, Jungle Estate
Standing next to Pluto had my blood boiling, simply because I was tired. I was tired of the way she moved like she was the only one that mattered, tired of her acting like she was entitled to Pressure when both of us came into this house with the same damn motive. We wasn’t supposed to be here for love. We was supposed to be here for survival.
Pressure was upstairs with Renza and Blaqson, and I was down here locking eyes with a girl I used to call my sister. She’d disappeared, left him hanging for weeks, and now out the blue she popped back up like she hadn’t left. My heart hurt because right before she walked in, I thought today was about to be my moment. I thought it was finally me and Pressure, official. Then here she come.
The silence between us got so loud I couldn’t take it no more. I turned to her, my voice low but sharp. “What you even doin’ here, Pluto?”
She looked me up and down, slow, her lip curling like she had the right to check me. “What you think I’m doing here?”
That shit cut, because she said it like she belonged here more than me. My throat burned but I smirked, trying to hold it together. “You funny. You really funny.”
Pluto cocked her head, still sizing me up. “Nah, what’s funny is you standing here acting like you not the fake one.”
“Fake?” My laugh came out harsh. “Bitch, how the fuck am I fake? You the one who disappeared like you ain’t want him, and now you pop back up like everything good.”
She stepped closer, her eyes locked on mine. “I’m fake? Kash, you been sleeping with Pressure and didn’t even tell me. How is that not fake?”
