Page 37 of Anything Necessary for Her
Before I could conjure up a lie or an excuse, he sent another.
Shakur: I know you ain’t been in no fucking library this damn long, Banks. You graduated already.
Me: Not that kind of library, the one where you check out books, nigga. Stay out of my business and tell my sister I’m sorry.
Taking a deep breath, I made my way upstairs and into my bedroom, kicking off my heels and plopping down onto the chaise within my bedroom before dialing Kailey.
“Hello—”
“The library, Kailey?” I intercepted her greeting, chuckling some at the excuse I knew she’d given Shakur.
I hated how some of my brothers went so hard to find my whereabouts like I wasn’t a grown ass woman. If I wasn’t home or wasn’t answering the phone, it was none of their fucking business as to why. And it wasn’t as if they were worried. Shakur, in particular, was just being a fucking hawk.
Usually, I would’ve told him to kiss my ass, but since I was sort of up to no good, I panic-explained to him.
“Bitch, I was nervous when he called me and just shouted the most humbling thing I could think of!”
We fell out in laughter before I said, “Thank you regardless.”
“You’re welcome, but you went against the code, Banks. You’re supposed to tell me where you are or are going at all times for safety reasons.”
“I know.” I sighed, still replaying the horrible night I’d had with Low.
I wished we could go back to silently flirting and leave the shit at that, because now I felt anxious and off. I’d never been the type of girl to become preoccupied with niggas and the conflicts they caused, so the fact that Low would have me up all night stressed, irritated the hell out of me.
“So were you with a man? Someone named Low?”
“I was, and it went to shit.”
Kailey gasped.
“How? Why? What the fuck did he do?” She interrogated.
“Took me to some fancy ass restaurant in Malibu and then we got a hotel, just for him to tell me he couldn’t promise he wouldn’t fuck me over and that I should be happy he even told me that.” I ascended, padding to my en suite to start the shower.
“What? I’m confused.”
“As am I. He claims he thought he could do it until I mentioned never having had a broken heart. Also, that he’s broken a heart before and doesn’t want me to be next.”
“I mean, I hate to say this, but he did Rue dirty, and we only know a piece of the shit they went through. I can’t imagine the shit we don’t know.”
“So you’re on his fucking side.”
“No, no, I’m not. I’m always on your side, even when you’re wrong, but maybe the nigga has a point.”
“Maybe so, because my mama taught me long ago that if a nigga tells me I’m too good for him, then I need to believe it.”
“Facts!” Kailey cosigned. “So, did you at least find out if he has a big dick.”
“You know damn well I didn’t fuck him but . . .” I paused, chuckling at Kailey going silent. “I did see it, and it’s big as fuck. Made it easy for me not to slip up and fuck him.”
Kailey and I guffawed in concert before it dissipated slowly like a balloon losing its helium.
“Well friend, it was nice while it lasted, right?”
“I guess.”
A WEEK AND A HALF LATER . . .
