Streetz 2: The Tried

24. Afterparty

I stepped inside Bryson's pad, a place I haven't been to since we first met. I had dropped Ari off to class this morning and since I had the day off, I decided to stop by and see how he was doing. He hadn't been responding in the group chat which I expected, but he been posting bullshit on social media, and that's when I decided to pay him a visit.

"Well, at least the place is spotless," I say, walking around the living room as Bryson took two beers out of the fridge.

"Why you ain't at work?" He chuckled.

"Got the day off," I sat down on the couch, turning down the beer he had took out for me.

"You accepted that raise you was telling me about?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "Ari thought it would be a good idea, so I'll be startin' that shit Monday."

"That's what's up," He kept to himself.

I took out some paper and a bag of weed. If it was one thing I knew, weed helps the flow of a conversation. So even if he didn't want to talk, he was going to do just that.

"You told yo fam about the gender reveal?"

"Yeah," I broke down the weed, "Everybody excited, especially my mama. She can't wait."

"A baby's a blessing man."

"Don't I know it," I finished rolling up the joint and lit it, "You ready to talk about what the hell you got goin' on?"

He laughed, "I can't stand you bitch."

I laughed too, "I'm just tryna make sure you alright."

"And I appreciate it. I'm alright. It ain't shit I can't shake off."

"True, you talk to Michael yet?"

"Nah," He shook his head, "I ain't got shit to say to him. He know he fucked up with me."

"So, what did you see?"

"Man I went to get her phone so she could record the damn reveal and I saw she had a few missed calls from this nigga. So of course, I call his ass but he ain't answer. So I asked her what was up, I'm tryna figure out why he was calling. He was invited so I ain't think nothing of it."

"Oh,"

"She started getting defensive, so I'm like lemme just check and see what y'all be talking about cause this the same nigga that sent that vid of us at the strip club."

"Right," I nodded in agreement.

"Like his intentions just be weird as fuck and the fact she was trying to fight me cause I had her phone, I just felt like she was hiding something. So I went through they messages, he asking when can he meet up with her again and he had a good time and allat."

"While we was cuttin' the cake?" I passed the blunt to him.

"Nigga," He glared at me, "While y'all was cutting the cake! So I'm just like, you supposed to be my girlfriend, how come I don't know about y'all hanging out. You ain't gotta ask me, but I'm tryna figure out when you have the time to do all this cause you claim you so busy with school and allat."

"I feel you on that,"

"So anyways, she steady being defensive saying it ain't nothing going on so I'm just like let me go through your phone then. I'm going through they messages and he steady saying the same shit. Then, I keep going, they sending pics to each other and that's when I get pissed off."

"Nudes?" I questioned, fully invested in the conversation now.

"Yes," He wiped his face, "That bitch had the nerve to slap me cause she got caught."