Page 39 of Falling for Autumn
She sashayed her way toward me, all thick curves, big breasts, and plump lips.
“What’re you doing here, Trish?”
“I told you. I wanted a picture with everyone.”
“This is just for my crew.”
“It may be, but don’t forget that I was friends with everyone once upon a time. They were my crew too.”
“Yeah, well, you went and ruined all that shit. So, I ain’t tryna hear that, all right?”
“There once was a time that you used to love racing cars with me.”
“There once was a time that I used to love you, but I ain’t feeling that no more either.”
“Why are you so fucking jealous and cold-hearted, O?”
“Seriously? That’s the one that you wanna run with?” I sneered.
She rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. “Reuben?”
“Yeah, Trish?” he replied.
The entire crew had formed a circle around us, watching our interaction. I knew they wanted to be close enough to ensure that nothing broke out. Trish was quick as hell with those hands, and she was also the only woman I’d ever put my hands on before.
A young nigga had gotten into lots of trouble behind her hot ass back in the days, and I wasn’t ready to go that route again. I had too much to lose now, even more than I did back then.
“Can I please take a picture with the crew for old times’ sake?”
“TJ, why are you starting shit, man?” Bam asked.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Bam, I’m not talking to you. But since you want to converse, let’s chat. I didn’t expect all my friends to ditch me and choose sides when the shit went down between O and me. I thought y’all were my friends, but friends don’t turn on each other like that.”
“That’s a bunch of bullshit, TJ, and you know it. The shit you pulled, who the hell wanted to stick around with your ass?” Bam declared, walking closer to her.
“Aye, y’all. Let’s get these pictures out of the way, and everyone can go on with their day,” Reuben suggested.
I heard what he wasn’t saying, which was, “She could be on her way.”
“Yeah, because plenty of people are watching. And with O’s name being on this event, we don’t need no drama,” Tree interjected. “So, let’s do this shit.”
“You’re right. Too many heads are turning our way. The last thing I want this event to become is some damn hood drama. I’m trying to uphold my grandfather and father’s legacy,” I grumbled.
Everyone fell into position as the cameraman set up to take our pictures.
“Wait just a minute,” Trish stated, moving from beside Nautica and Tree to squeezing in between Reuben and me.
I rolled my eyes as Bam grumbled. “Take the gahdamn picture already.”
Just before the picture snapped, Trish plopped down in my lap, threw her arms around my neck, and kissed the side of my face. I wanted to hit her, curse her, throw her, or something, but I froze in place as he snapped photo after photo.
“Gotcha ass,” she murmured.
The minute the pictures were over, I stood and dumped her ass unceremoniously to the ground.
“O, chill the fuck out, man. Here comes the news crew,” Reuben hissed angrily.
“Leave that bitch on the ground and let the story of the day be the trifling ways of hos,” Bam grumbled.
