It was the day after I had gotten out of the hospital and I was almost brand new. The stab wounds now really looked like long cuts that were pussy. They were bandaged pretty good so I didn't have to worry about anyone starin at them.
I was at Joi's house in my new room. It was the guest room that Shawn had been stayin in. I couldn't figure out for the life of me why he kept pushin me away when I knew that we had some type of chemistry between us. But if he didn't wanna admit his interest in me I couldn't and wouldn't keep tryin. I kept thinkin about Tip and everythin that he was sayin to me. If he was for real this time then I would def be open to us gettin our life back right after he let go of that girl who he was still with.
I was in the middle of slippin on my shoes when I heard Shawn ringin the doorbell downstairs. He was off today so he agreed to take me to court for my hearin. I was gettin my ankle bracelet today. I finished tyin my shoe and went downstairs. I opened the door and found him lookin at my outfit. "What?"
"Beyonce please tell me u not ready to go yet." I looked at what I had on:
I didn't see anythin wrong wit it. "U got on a shirt that says I love weed. U goin to walk into court like that. They gone throw the book at yo ass."
"What is wrong with that? My clothes ain't tight and I'm not showin any skin. I'm wearin this," I said goin back upstairs to get my purse. I left most of my money at home cause I know they go thru your purse when u enter the court. I just grabbed a twenty and my phone and threw it into my purse and walked back downstairs to find Shawn gettin a beer from the fridge. "Look at u, u bout to drink and drive."
"No I'm not. I'ma drink at the stop lights."
"Ahight," I said laughin.
Inside his car, my cell phone rang and Money's number came up. I sent him to voicemail and he called me again and left me a message: "Don't be ignorin my f#ckin calls girl. U know I been callin yo ass since the jump. I want some of that ass and I already know u gone give it to me. Heard somethin about Tip's girl bein locked up and shit and I wanna know if it's u or that other b!tch he been f#ckin behind ur back." I shook my head and deleted the message. He was so messy and stupid. He said that last part like it was goin to surprise me and make me mad.
"What I tell u about that shit? Who was that?"
"Nobody important. Ay u'll stop by the store and get me some cigarettes."
"U gone be goin to a drug rehab class u can't be smokin cigarettes."
"Yes u can. Ty's cousin went into a rehab center and she was smokin cigarettes. I'm just goin to a class."
"I guess Beyonce, u gone be wastin your money."
He pulled over to the store and I went inside to get me some newports. I decided to head down the candy aisle first to get a twix and some bubblicious gum and a 99 cent drink. I brought my stuff to the counter and told the man what pack I wanted. While I gave him my money, this fine ass dude walked in lookin like:
I couldn't help but to let my mouth drop down to the floor. The man at the counter tried to hand me my change but I ended up droppin it. "Damn, is it like that baby," the dude said laughin at me. I shook my head no and then I grabbed my change off the floor and my stuff from the counter and ran out of the store before I added someone else to my love triangle.
When I got back into the car, the dude was comin out and he was starin at me thru the front of Shawn's front window. He waved at me and I smiled back at hime and Shawn had his mug on lookin at both of us. "Who the f#ck is this clown. U know him?"
