Page 38 of Not A Homie, Lover Or Friend
Chevy’s head snapped my way. “Foe, calm yo ass down. I’m not taking you back. You stuck with me for the night. I thought you only wanted it to be the OG Zoo niggas. I thought your spoiled rotten, crybaby ass only wants to be around your brothers. So tonight, you will be around my granddaddy ass.”
I laughed. “Yeah, a’ight, Papa Calloway.”
He laughed, loud and crazily. My eyes landed on his. “Chev, chill out with that creepy shit, man. I’ll shoot you if you start that weird shit. Nigga why are we in the Cove?” I asked.
Chevy hit corner after corner without any response. When we came to the red light, he gave me his attention. “For real, though. What is your problem with Monfua? Why is it so hard for you to accept the fact that he is a part of the crew?”
I waved him off as I glanced out the window. I accepted him, but why did he have to choose my sister? It wasn’t even the fact that they were together; it was Lakia. The moment that nigga does something she doesn’t like, she’s going to come running tome to resolve it. Like always, I’m going to run to her rescue with no questions because she’s my blood. I have always been her protector, her hero.
The light turned green and Chevy took off. “Well, if it’s because of your sister, you honestly need to suck that shit up. Think about it this way. What if I did the same thing to you every time you came around, knowing you’re with my sister?”
I smacked my lips. “Man, Harvey isn’t even your blood.”
Suddenly, my body flew forward, slamming against the dashboard. Chevy pointed his finger at me. “Nigga that was your last time saying some shit like that. Next time I’m going to slice your fucking throat. I swear you niggas test me every day. Harvey,” he gritted. “That’s my fucking blood. My sister. My life and if I treated you how you are doing that nigga you would be miserable. You would want to fight me, too. Kill the shit Foe for real. Man the fuck up. Lakia is grown, and her ass probably got ninety-nine problems, and Monfua is not one. I expect more from you,” he finished.
He pressed the gas pedal and continued driving. I could hear him talking shit still, but I tuned him out as my mind tried to figure out how I could fix all this shit. Chev was right and I knew it deep down. It didn’t matter if I blew the nigga’s brains out because all that would happen is she would find another nigga, don’t get her way, and call me to come save her. Then I thought about Harvey. She hasn’t told me she loved me in over a week. I was losing the one person who meant a lot to me. I knew showing Lakia that I could be the bigger person was the right thing to do.
I’d turned to Chevy. “Where are you taking me. Is he going to be there?” I asked.
“Nah, I wouldn’t want to come around yo trigger happy ass either. Why?”
I nodded. “Hit him up, tell him to slide through. I want to talk.”
I could see Chevy glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. He was probably grinning like a granny inside. He drove for another five minutes before he pulled up to my club. My head snapped his way, “I already told Beast to handle the club tonight,” I mumbled.
Chevy smoothly backed his Caprice into the parking spot, killed the ignition, then pulled out his phone. He pecked a few times before locking his screen. “Texted him. Let’s get out, I want to see some ass shaking tonight,” he said.
I laughed as I opened the door to get out. “Yeah, a’ight. Zaria is going to beat that ass, and the last thing I need is her blaming me. Nigga you got pussy at home.”
Chevy was clean. He usually was a sweatpants and t-shirt type nigga. No extras added, but tonight my nigga put that shit on. He wore some distressed denim jeans, a clean pair of sneakers, a white t-shirt, his iced-out Cubans, a gold watch, and my nigga even popped a bottom grill in his mouth. “Ole Kofi Siriboe lookin’ ass.”
“I keep telling you, bonehead niggas. Ugly never handsome forever. Happy Birthday, my nigga.”
“Thank you.” I smiled.
This birthday didn’t start how I expected, but I knew after making amends with Monfua that this night would at least end with a nigga making a true grown man decision that would change me in the best way. Chevy and I strolled toward the door. There were a few familiar faces in line. The girls swooned while the niggas gave head nods. However, something was off. I didn’t hear music. “What the fuck?”
I moved fast to get to the door. Chevy and I both passed the security who held goofy ass grins on their faces. We walked in,and it was pitch fucking black. It was so silent you could hear a pin drop. “Chev, give me your gun,” I whispered.
“Fuck no. Where yo shit at?”
“Nigga you said grow up, so I left it at home.”
This was the first time I’ve ever left my house without my shit. A nigga felt naked, but I was trying to make a change. The notion live by the gun you die by it was all I could think about and the last thing I wanted was to die on my fucking birthday.
We stepped further inside, and that’s when the orange lights appeared, and everyone screamed, scaring the shit out of me. “Happy Foe Day!”
“Ah!” I shouted.
Once my nerves were calm, I took in all the people who had come to show up for me. A nigga hated parties, but I felt like a little kid in a candy store. My eyes bounced on everyone. All my niggas, my sister, my mom, who I was afraid was going to get drunk and fuck this up. I saw my father and a warm feeling came over me. Then she came from behind the crowd, as beautiful as the day I fell in love with her. Harvey came forward with a smile. “Happy Foe Day!” she squealed.
I didn’t know whether to wrap her in my arms and kiss her or just say thank you, but either way, I was a happy nigga.
Diamond’s voice came in on the mic, “Let’s get this muhfucka crackin’! DJ hit that shit.”
When the DJ dropped the music, Chevy dapped me up again, pulling me in. “Happy Foe Day! Make that shit right.”
I was going to try. I was going to try hard as hell.
