TOMMIE (COMPLETED)

TWENTY-SEVEN

Check out Chapter One to see what the main characters look like because there has been some slight changes. 😘

Scrapp spent the next two weeks running himself ragged setting up for SAS's birthday party. He wanted it to be perfect. So far, he had everything in order. The club was reserved, and the guest list was set.

He was only waiting on the final details for SAS's gift. He wanted to get him a car. SAS was very smart with his money, so Scrapp thought he should indulge a little. He had an apartment in Duluth and an Acura TL, but he didn't have a show car. He couldn't wait to see the look on SAS's face.

After finalizing a few preparations, he decided to get a haircut before he picked up King from Tiarra's mom's house. As soon as he got in the car, his phone rang.

Scrapp didn't recognize the number, so he pressed Ignore. He turned up his stereo and drove to the barber shop. He made his way to the freeway to avoid the traffic on the streets.

The unknown number started calling repeatedly, and against his better judgment, Scrapp answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Scrapp, it's Tom..."

Tommie didn't have to finish her name. He got his cell phone number changed three times, but somehow she still got in contact with him.

"Damn, this bitch is getting on my fucking nerves," Scrapp said aloud.

Tommie called one more time, but this time he let the call go to voicemail. He was not concerned with Tommie. He was tired of her apologizing and trying to get back together. She decided to leave him. She decided to fuck his best friend. In his mind, it was her fault they weren't together.

Fuck her, he thought.

Finally arriving at the barber shop, Scrapp  parked his car and made his way inside. After twenty minutes, and a fresh cut later, he was ready to pick up King.

"Hello?" he said answering his phone as he walked back to his car.

"Scrapp..."

"Hey, Tonya, sorry it's taking so long. I stopped and got a haircut real quick."

"Boy, hurry up. I have church at 4:30 p.m."

"My bad, I'm on my way right now."

As Scrapp was driving, he checked his voicemail. After he entered his password, the automated voice said, "You have four new messages."

The first one was from SAS. "What's up, bruh? I ain't talked to you in a minute. Hit me back though, blood. In a minute."

The second one was from Tiarra reminding him to pick up King.

The third one was from the owner of the car dealership where Scrapp was buying SAS's car.

"Scrapp, the car you've ordered is ready to be delivered. All of the desired customizations are complete. We just need you to confirm where you want it to be shipped. You can reach me at my office until 5:00 p.m., and if it's after hours, call me on my cell phone at 679-8343. Talk to you soon."