Stones Diary: Built for Pressura' 2

Chapter 93.) Can't Fool Me

"How long are you gonna walk around ignoring me?" Camille asked Lucky after following him out back.

"I came out here to smoke in peace, don't bring your negative energy out here," he shook his head.

"Only person with negative energy is you," she smacked his arm and sat down, "we need to talk," she stared at him.

"I ain't got shit to say, you said what you said and meant it, stand on it," he coolly replied before lighting the blunt.

"If I hurt your feelings just say dat," she rolled her eyes.

"You ain't do shit but show your true self, Camille don't bring your pissy ass out here fuckin' with me," he glared at her.

"I'm not about to argue with you but we both had valid points," she folded her arms.

"Glad to hear," he gave a nod, "can I be alone now?"

"You are such a jackass you know dat?" she threw her hands up, "we're all we have and you want to hold a grudge over some words."

"It ain't just words," he cut his eyes at her, "you know exactly why I'm pissed, stop trying to play dumb all tha' time Cam, dat shit irks tha' fuck outta me."

"It's not my fault dat I'm forced to match your energy. You are aggressive when you talk so, of course, I'ma come at you, how I do."

Shaking his head, Lucky leaned back and stared at her momentarily as he released the smoke, "It's a damn shame you have an excuse waiting on standby for all tha' crap you do. How long have I been taking care of you?"

"We're not going down dat route again," she rolled her eyes.

"You're staying in my wife's home, you'll answer my questions," he calmly spoke.

"Her home or yours?" She tested.

"What tha' fuck did I just say? Camille Maddison, Ma'fuckin' Turner, don't play with me."

Rolling her eyes, she huffed, "I don't know... damn all my life," she shrugged, "Why?"

"So why are you acting as if I have never done shit for you and I just forgot about you?"

"I never said dat," she frowned.

"But you did and I need to know why," he placed the blunt down and got comfortable in the seat. "I never been tha' type to throw anything back in one's face but as your brother, provider, and protector, you got some explaining to do."

"I was just mad Ra... you know dat."

"You think das' an excuse at your big age? I have never been so aggravated in my life until you started coming around with your bullshit."

"Ra you ignored my calls and texts... your wife answered and when you called me back, you sounded annoyed."

"One," he held his finger up, "you're lying. We were on vacation and only used our phones to check on our kids. Two, my wife's name is Ava, don't get beside yourself tryna be funny, 'cause I'm a damn comedian. Three, when I called you, what's tha' first thing I asked?"

"If I was okay," she muttered.

"So why would you sit here in my face and lie so casually?" he stared at her dubiously.

"I was having one of my episodes dat morning," she looked down.

"And das' mine and Ava's fault? Nah, come harder than dat," he snapped his fingers.

"I thought you were ignoring me."

"I told you I wasn't, next excuse," he stared at her.

"Every time I call or try to come around you come up with a million reasons as to why I can't."