A Story To Tell | Book 2

.12.

:::CHERI:::

Uh huh...Jeremy thinks he's slick.

Why is it that the niggas we love so damn much be the ones that break our heart? It's like, I give my heart away only for it to be returned with puncture wounds and shredded up as if a dog had just gotten hold of it. Rolling my eyes, I think to myself, Shit, Jeremy is a dog...

I could be wrong, but everything was just in my face. The texts, the names, the different numbers, numbers in his pant pocket...like who the fuck does that anymore? You'd think Jeremy would be smart with it. But you can't outsmart electronics. I know that for sure.

So, yea...I called our cell phone company and had all of Jeremy's text messages sub-routed to my number. Not only will he get his texts, but I'll get them, too. After damn near trying my hardest to convince Sprint that it was a child who owned Jeremy's phone number and I needed to keep tabs on them, they finally gave in and let me change some settings on the account and shit.

And boy, was I on him like white on rice.

I'd followed his white 2014 Cadillac Escalade all around Palatka at a distance. I've actually been following him around for five hours now, putting in some damn work. I think this is my damn calling, for real. I'm being serious. I love playing the role of an investigator and watching mothafuckas all day everyday. They should've had my ass on cheaters. I don't get tired. I don't need no sleep. And I damn sure wasn't sleeping on Jeremy. I just can't seem to put shit past him.

He had just gotten a text message just ten minutes ago from some bitch name Tacoia. The fuck kind of name is Tacoia? And whoever the bitch is, she was about to get that ass tapped and it damn sure wasn't about to be Jeremy.

I'd followed him all the way from the northside on 8th street, across town near Woodland. He almost got my ass, taking shortcuts and shit. So when the bitch had text him her address, I put the shit into my GPS just to be sure.

Jeremih started whining in the backseat, making me nervous because I really wasn't expecting for him to wake up any time soon while I was being messy. And I couldn't afford to lose Jeremy while I'm trying to see what the fuck he's up to.

I was really trying to find out who this Tacoia bitch is so that when I see her ass out in public, I can approach her and figure some shit out. Jeremy's ass wasn't being truthful, so I had to figure out something.

I allowed for another car to cut in in front of me, trying to keep my distance from Jeremy because I damn sure didn't want to get caught sneaking.

We were passing into Francis, which through for a damn loop because this Tacoia bitch stayed way out in the goddamn boonies. And this shit was scary. How the fuck could someone live out here with no damn store around?

The drive took us damn near twenty-five minutes to make before Jeremy pulled up into some driveway. The house was a bright yellow and it hurt my damn eyes. Where the fuck did this bitch think she lived? Miami?

I pulled far off near a tree to be out of sight and out of mind as Jeremy got out of his Escalade and pulled up his jeans, looking around. He stood there for a minute and then looked down as if he were looking for something. He looked suspicious as if he knew that I was following him or something. And that's when he looked far off towards the tree, blocking the sun from his sight so that he could see better. SHIT!

He shook his head and that's when I slouched into my seat, cranking up my car, just about ready to speed off when he came running my way. I was busted! Shit!

I put the car in drive and was about to speed right on off, but I almost caused a wreck because a blue Dodge came from out of nowhere, beeping their horn at me. I then pressed on the breaks, causing for Jeremih to scream and holler as if he'd been hurt, which he probably has. My heart started beating a mile a minute and I thought I about was about to pass out.