Shootout

(11) The Phone Call

After school, Bryson picked me up from campus and tells me we have to go to the trap for whatever reason.

     "Why we need to go there?" I asked as I sat in the car from him picking me up from class.

He looked over at me and just stared, licking his lips.

     "What?" I blushed. "Why you looking at me so hard for?"

     "I can't look at you?" He asked as he kept staring and bit down on his lip.

I rolled my eyes, still blushing. "You never answered my question."

     "I got some shit to do there." He said while still staring at me.

"What?" I bug my eyes a him.

"Nun." He smirked, then turned his head back to the steering wheel so he could back out the car.

As he backed the car out the parking spot, he turned the music completely down even though it wasn't up loud to begin with.

"Do me a favor." He said.

"What type of favor?" I asked.

"I need you to come with me to do this lil thing?"

"What thing?"

"You'll see." He said nonchalantly, continuing to drive.

I buckle up my seatbelt and just go with the flow.

"I need to go home to do some homework Bry. Whatever favor you need me to do, it needs to be quick."

"It will." He mumbled.

About ten minutes of him driving, he pulls up to a huge house in a rich ass neighborhood. There were foreign cars in the driveway of almost every house of this neighborhood.

"Why we here?" I asked.

"Just c'mon." He motioned his head and opened his door to get out without giving me a chance to respond.

I get out the car, and suddenly Bryson puts something over my head without me noticing.

"Bryson!" I squeal.

"Calm down ma. It's just a ski mask."

"Nigga. Why the fuck you putting a ski mask over my head?"

"Just vibe." He said nonchalantly, not giving me any details.

I follow after him as he started walking. My adrenaline was telling me to go back to the car, but I still kept following after him.

"Bry."

He ignored me and kept walking.

"Bryson I know you hear me talking to you."

"Mane stop askin' so many questions and just vibe." He said, leading me to the backyard of somebody's house.

"We both have ski mask on and you're telling me to stop asking you questions?" I asked smartly. "You better not be having me do no dumb shit."

Suddenly, he kicks through the sliding door that leads to the downstairs basement of the house.

"Bryson! What the fuck?!" I scream in shock.

"Shut the fuck up." He pushed my arm. "The fuck you so loud fa?"

"I know damn well you don't have me breaking into a house."

"Follow me." He grabbed my hand forcefully and led me into the house.

"Bryson I'm not doing this shit." I whispered to him.