Teenage Blues

Not So Mr. Nice Guy

|Rihmeek's POV|

I was sitting in my hotel room when my phone started going off. I looked and saw a picture of Blue I def didn't want to see. It was that dude she used to talk to pushing up on her and she looked to be crying.

I took a screenshot and saved it and instantly tried to FaceTime Blue. She didn't answer the first two times. The third time she did and I could see the puffiness in her eyes so I knew it was true. This wasn't no old photo. This just happened.

"Baby Blue," I said once she answered. I couldn't really read her face, but I could tell she was in the studio.

"Hey Rihmeek," she answered softly.

"I was just calling to see if you still wanted to go out. If not I can come swing by your place," I said.

She shook her head and propped her phone against something.

"Um, I'm not feeling that well, so can we do it another time? I'm sorry to cancel on you, I-I'm just not in the mood anymore to be honest."

I shook my head. I knew she loved to shut me out, but this time I wasn't having it. No she wasn't my girl, but I'm trying to make her mine. I'll give her all the time she needs, but I be damned if I sit back and say nothing when a nigga put his hands on her. Fuck that.

"Look, I'm gonna swing by just for a few. We need to talk. Ard?" I said with no room for her to really tell me no.

She just shrugged and said, "Whatever Rihmeek, whatever.

Once she hung up I got my stuff together. Before I headed out I decided to give my dad a call.

"Wassup young boul," he said answering on the second ring.

"Dad, you saw this picture of Blue floating around," I asked.

I heard him sigh, "Papi, don't be out there in Cali getting in no shit. I know how you feel about Blue. I also know how your temper is."

I sucked my teeth, "What you mean? This nigga put his hands on her. I'm just supposed to sit back and let that shit rock? Fuck all that."

In that moment I realized I crossed a line and my dad's eyes darkened. There goes my mouth running away from me again.

"Rihmeek. I know you're upset and shit, but don't think I won't catch a flight and deck you right in your shit. Watch your fucking mouth when you speak to me, understand?"

I just nodded my head.

His voice got louder, "Nah, a verbal response. Don't play with me."

I answered lowly, "Yes sir."

He adjusted his chains and sat up, "Papi, look I know Hov gon handle the situation so there's nothing for you to worry about. I know you're going over there to talk to her and I can't stop you. If it were me, I'd go over there too. Still, you can't pull up on her with all that anger and hostility. It's not going to help the situation. In fact, it's only going to make her shut you out even more."

I took a deep breath and took in all he was saying. I knew he was right. It's just that my heart was telling me to go find this nigga Cameron and fuck him up. Shit don't sit right with me when a dude puts his hands on a female. Especially not my girl.

"Papi!" My dad yelled grabbing my attention.

I looked back at the camera and he started laughing.

"Get out ya head boul. Stay out of trouble. You better not let me see you on TheShadeRoom. I'm telling you, I'll find you and fuck ya lil ass up. Ard?"

"Yeah dad I got you."

We spoke a few minutes longer and then I got ready to head over to the Carters. Thankfully her parents liked me. Well they liked my dad which made them like me by default. All around, I'm a good kid and I know I'm slowly breaking Blue down. It's only a matter of time before she's mine. Regardless of when that day is, I'll protect her without a doubt. That nigga Cam better not let me catch him. That's his head if I do.

I grabbed my stuff and headed out my hotel room and got my car from the valet. I sped off to Blue's crib and as I was stopped at alight, I saw that nigga Cameron. Nah, that couldn't be him. I'm bugging.

Just as I was about to pull off, that nigga locked eyes with me and smirked. I gripped the steering wheel and whipped my shit around and double parked not giving a fuck. He must think I'm pussy which I'm not. I reached in my glovebox for my riding partner, stuck it in my waistband, and got out.

"Yo, you got a problem boul?" I asked walking up on him.

He shook his head and raised his hands, "Ay man. I don't know what you're talking about.

I nodded and clenched my first ready to stall off on this nigga. He got me fucked up. He knows who I am and I definitely know who the fuck he is.

"Ard, you wanna play. I got you. Be clear, next time I see you, it's on sight. You just got a pass my nigga. I only give one of those."

He laughed and replied, "You look kind of familiar. Oh right, tell Blue I said it was good seeing her today."

I pushed that nigga up against the building and punched him right in his shit. I yanked his ass up and punched him a few more times before taking a step back.

"Let me find out you stepped to my girl again. You gon regret that shit."

I lifted my shirt showing him I wasn't playing and his whole demeanor changed. Who's the bitch now nigga?

I headed back to my car and pulled off leaving that nigga behind. Man, if my dad finds out about this that's my ass. Man, fuck that. That nigga deserved it and I meant what I said. I won't be so nice the next time I see him. He gon see how we rock in Philly.