Deetra

26.

Deetranada P.O.V.

It'd been a while since I confessed. I felt good honestly, but I was still in trouble. I still continued to talk to Juan regularly just so he would not suspect anything. I talked to Ann once she came back from her trip too. I didn't tell her all that happened while she was gone but I knew she could tell something was up just from my whole demeanor.

I really wasn't talking to no one. Sage ain't talk to me yet either. We saw each other around the house but we never said anything to each other. I never went by The Joint, either. I was hella bored, but I enjoyed the time I had to myself. I knew all that would change, at the latest, once New Year's Eve came upon us. I had a lot on my mind, and that was the time to think about it all.

A couple days before New Year's, Sage walked in the house, around 9pm. He walked upstairs and walked passed my room, but then walked back and came in.

"I ain't talked to you in a minute, what's been up?" He asked at the doorway.

"Nothing." I answered, laid back in my bed, watching my snaps.

"I spoke to dad when I went to New York. I just came back actually." Sage said.

"What he say?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"He just made sure everything with his clubs was going alright. He also said he gon' cut yo pay for what you did. What really happened?"

"Jamon told you already."

"Nah, I could tell that was some complete bullshit. Even if he did know, he wouldn't not tell you what to do about it."

"I was in his room looking at his posters. I heard someone walk in and I thought it was Mani so I said, 'Mani check out this dude posters.' I turn and I seen Juan looking straight at me. He asked who I was, and I punched him and shot at him. I saw him at that party you told me not to go to. He was in a wheelchair and apparently, Jamon knew him. J told me what happened and I remembered it was him. I told Juan the party was about to get shot up cause he was in a wheelchair and I felt like I owed him. Then he transferred to Temp, and remembered me. I swear to God Sage, I tried my best to stay away. I just kept feeling like I owed him, and now I really like him and shit."

"How'd Jamon find out?" Sage asked.

"I told him."

"I'm just gonna forget the part where you mistakenly called Mani by his real name and tell you Dad wants Juan dead." He said.

After registering what he said, I froze and bit my lip hardly. He sighed and walked over to me and sat on my bed beside me. He plopped his legs on my bed after kicking his shoes off.

"I knew that nigga Juan was familiar. I'm sorry about this shit though." Sage said rubbing my back.

"Could you leave?" I asked, politely.

He gave me a sympathetic look and got up from the bed.

"Love you." He said as he picked his shoes up, walked out, and shut the door.

I was too distraught to even answer.

~~~

The first time Jamon hit me up was a couple days before a New Year's Eve party. He said it was gonna be the party of the year and the party to kick off 2017.