"I was not laid up under her," Jordan stated. I wasn't mad at him but I liked having the upper hand in this situation. "Okay, whatever nigga. You still disrespected me whether you were laid up under her or not," I threw back. Jordan picked up his phone and called who I guessed to be Shantey. "Wassup Tey?" He put the phone on speaker and looked at me. "Hey, Jordan. Did I get you in trouble yet?" She giggled over the phone. "Yeah, just a little. So did you think about what I said?" He asked. "Yeah, I'ma try to break the news to him lightly. Cause we know once he finds out you did it he gon' lose his miiinnnddd!" Shantey said. Jordan laughed then ended the conversation with her. "I was asking if she could put her brothers on about something I did. I wasn't laid up under her or on top of her or any other bitches. I'm fucking with you right now for sure." Jordan walked up to me and held me around the waist. "Can I kiss you?" He asked. I nodded my head and he leaned in and kissed me.
Jordan's lips were cotton candy but his body was a perfectly shaped solid bean bag that engulfed my whole body. He was warm and he smelled so good. I pulled away from him and smiled. I gave him a quick hug and told him I had to go. I walked away back towards my house. I went into my room as usual, since the house was empty.
As I was drifting into sleep my phone began to ring. I answered without checking, assuming it was my mom. "Hello?" I mumbled still sleepy. "Come open the door." Before I could gather my thoughts he hung up. I know this nigga did not just hang up in my face! I got up and walked towards the front door. I opened the door and C.T burst through. He looked me up and down, making me realize I had no bra on and some little shorts on. I turned around to run back to my room, but he grabbed my arm.
"You ain't heard huh?" He asked. I looked at him crazy, "Heard what? Kwez and Jean not here." I said to him. C.T just looked at me then shook his head. "How you feeling?" He asked. I looked at him strangely and smiled.
Right then my phone started ringing. It was my potna, Syriah, facetiming me. I answered already hollering, "Hey biiitttcchhh!" I looked at her and she was looking at me all serious and sad. "Shirah. How are you?" I laughed and nodded to let her know I was coo. She shook her head and her eyes filled with tears. "What the fuck is wrong with you Sy?" I asked. "Shirah, I'm so sorry. Taylor was just in the news. He got in a car accident and--" I dropped my phone and fell down to my knees. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. C.T walked over to me and picked me up. "I guess now you heard." He said as he held me.
I pulled out of his embrace and walked out looking for his car. C.T followed me outside and opened his car door for me. I walked towards it and got in. "Take me to the hospital," I said. The whole time we were driving I texted all my brothers and called them. I was scared. I didn't want to lose anyone and I hoped Taylor made it out safely.
Taylor wasn't my blood but he was still my brother. He was there for me when I was down and made me smile whenever I wasn't feeling it. He rode for me and I was about to ride even harder for him.
The doctor came into the waiting room and asked for the family of Taylor Johnson. His mom and sister immediately rushed over, while the rest of us trailed behind like lost dogs. I didn't want to cry in front of his sister because I knew she was going through it. Although Taylor felt like a brother to me he wasn't, he was her brother.
"Ma'am I'm sorry but despite our best efforts we couldn't save your son." Taylor's mother let out a loud cry as she threw herself onto the floor of the hospital. His sister reached for their mom although she was just as much of a mess.
While everyone mourned the death of our dear brother and friend, I walked off. I refused to believe it. I couldn't believe it. There is no way I could believe it.
