Score: The Catch

Chapter Seventeen

"What you doing?" Erica asked when she came in our bedroom to lay down with me.

"Looking for an app where I can write," I replied.

"Write what?"

"A story. I was good in in English when I was in was in high school. I want to see if I still have it."

"That lady suggested it to you, huh?"

"Yeah." Erica could always get to the root of something. Once I found what I was looking for and set everything up, I started contemplating plots.

"What you going to write about?"

"To be honest, I don't know yet."

"Well, good luck. I'm finna go do this work. I'm glad this is our last year, because this is too much."

"Lazy ass. It won't take that long. You can do mine, too."

"Boy, please," she smiled and grabbed her laptop before she turned it on.

After thinking about what I was going to write about, I finally decided on writing about a football player. A football who has a girlfriend who'll do anything for him. A girlfriend that'll do anything that's unaccepted by many.

"Down! Set! Hit! Hit! Hit!" I typed before my phone received an incoming call from Chris.

"Wassgood?"

"Slide through my ma house. I'm Tryna get outta here."

"When you get home?"

"Around nine something. You was in class."

"I'm on the way." Once I got off of the bed, I grabbed my keys from the dresser and walked to the door. "I'll be back, i'm going to see Chris."

"Tell that bitch that I said hey."

"Don't start," and with that, I left. I rolled up a blunt before I left the apartment complex. I pulled a lighter from my pocket and lit it before I reversed out of the parking space and drove down the street.

Chris was sitting in his car with the door opens and the radio playing. "Wassup?"

"I gotta go back to New York. You know, get some money. Plus, Shay keep blowing my line up," he chuckled.

"Shay who?"

"Rock's old girl. She used to be with Erica all the time."

"Damn. Come back to my apartment real quick."

"Why?"

"Don't worry about it. Just follow me." I got back in my car and he closed his door and started the engine. I pulled out and started down the street while Chris followed behind me to my apartment.

"Baby, can you come in here for a second?" She came in the living room where the two of us were standing. "Guess who Chris is having a baby by? Shay." Her mouth dropped.
"Really? How did you two get together?" She asked.

"She came to a club that my cousin and I were in, so I wanted to talk to her."

"C, I ain't about to beat around the bush with you. She tried fuck me a few days before thanksgiving. Erica came in, hit her, and she left."

"So? What does that have to do with me, nigga?"

"Man, she was with Rock then."

"Okay, and? I took his girl."

"What the fuck! Think. The reason he probably shot at you at the light was because of her."

"I guess."

"I know. They probably broke up and she left California. She ever took you to see her aunt or anything?"

"Yeah, her aunt."

"Aunt Jackie?" Erica questioned him with her eyes wide. He nodded his head."

"So, either they had problems for a minute and she wanted to leave or he made her. She probably needed him for money that he didn't have or wouldn't give to her at least. I know it really don't matter now because he's dead, but still. I think she got a motive for being there. If she was really fucking with you, don't you think she would've flew down here to see you?"

"Well, Erica didn't come either."

Erica protested, "I didn't want to see you like that."

"Maybe she couldn't see me like that."

I took a deep breath. "Did she text you?"

"The first day it happened but she said her phone got lost. Look, I need to go before it get too late. Imma hit you when I touch down in the city." I walked him to his car and stayed outside until he was out of sight.

"He ain't thinking at all," Erica said as she rubbed my head while we laid on the bed.

"He'll come to his senses. He just pussy-whipped I guess. That is, if there is something she wants." I gave her a kiss and turned my phone on so I could start writing.
"Bae, you think I should start with what I wrote?" She grabbed my phone and chuckled a little bit.

"It looks interesting already. Keep it." I erased and wrote again. I erased again and wrote once more. I ended up doing this for the next week or two.