A Tragedy Away (h.s. fan fiction)

Chapter Forty Three

🚬H's POV🚬
I looked over at Delia and I could tell something was up. Little mama was freakin out. The whole time she was driving her hands were shaking. Someone must have really been down there with her...... But I didn't see anything when I caught up to her, she just turned around and fucked me up with her phone. She threw it kind of like a frisbee. I saw we were approaching the middle school down the road from her pad.
"Aye, can you stop right here real quick?" I asked and hopped out the car without closing the door behind me. I ran across the street to the little benches I know kids barely sit at and hid another note under the leg. Then I ran back, got in the car and drove back. I noticed when i got back in the car she jumped still on edge from whatever happened in the parking lot. I need to check this out because it must've been real in other to get this type of reaction out of her. When we pulled up we both got out and toward her door and she kept looking over her shoulders.
"You coming?" She asked halfway in the doorway noting that I wasn't paying attention.
"Uh no I have to make a few calls but I'll come soon...." I said taking my phone out and dialing a number I haven't dialed in a while.
"Wassup Foo!! What you need homie?"
"Wassup, Silencío. I need you to check on something for me....."
"Alright, what you need?"
"Can you check the surveillance footage from the New York Mission Hospital parking lot. Look for me at like 6:45-ish and where I walked and tell me if you see someone standing over a girl. She's about 4 feet, curly black hair, skin tight dress........." I said already regretting describing her because I just knew this nigga would perve over my girl. Well I think she's mine.... I mean I did kiss her. But I know her and that Harry nigga had a thing before but I think I can make her my lady.
"Is that a fast order?" Silencío asked.
"Yeah, and don't mess anything up like you did last time. I'm not going back to jail for you again, bitch." I said and hung up. I then sent out a group text to all my homies:
Aye fools! Gear up we might have another problem. Top priority this time niggas , I may need extra hands.
As soon as I sent it, I got back instant replies. I ignored them for now so I can spend some time with Delia and ask her more about herself than I learned at that stupid party. I stuff my phone in my grey sweats and walked inside and found her in the kitchen dancing and humming to herself. She had changed and her hair was wet so I assume she took a shower. I just stood there and watched her dance in front of the stove in her pink fuzzy puppy sleeper shorts and a baggy tank top.
"Bitch I'm the shit b-bitch I'm the shit! Repeat it to yo bitch, tell yo bitch I'm the shit. I'm so dis-disrespectful ask them bitches that you next to. Probably hit it if I met, I don't remember none of y'all name!" She rapped which caught me off guard because I remember her telling me she liked Maroon5 and Bruno Mars.
"So you listen to Tyga?" I asked and she jumped.
"Oh my god! You're like a freaking cat today! Make some noise bro!" She said holding on to her heart.
"Sorry, baby girl. I just really enjoy watching you be weird. By the way, why don't you and me have like a little kickback........just us." I say still leaning in the doorway.She looked down at her feet that had mix match socks covering them.
"You mean like a date?" She asked. Oh it was more than a date. I needed to watch her. Just in case what happened in the parking lot happens again.
"More like a sleep over......with only sleep of course....." I quickly said so I don't scare her into thinking we were gonna get it in tonight. She stared at me confused before nodding her head.
"Alright. Well we're having burritos for dinner." She said turning back around and continuing cooking.
"A burrito?" I asked. The way she said burrito made me nervous.
"Not just any burrito....... I call it 'A Big Ass Burrito'!" She said and we both started laughing. And then the unexpected happened......she snorted.
"I swear that's the first time I've done that..." She said in the awkward silence.
"I believe you, baby girl." I said. One thing I don't believe, is that the hard as a rock girl who doesn't give a damn attitude isn't her. It's a mask.....