Page 15 of Maybe I’m the Problem

“Yea, do that. You can even bring your little bulldog here.”

“Bitch, do you know me? Law should have told you who I was. The last time I cussed your ass out; I thought you got the picture.”

“Baby girl, I know who you are. Settle it down. If he yours, why you worried. Besides, ain’t no wedding rings so he a free pick, bitch. You should learn how to be a little more confident in your pussy. That’s where all your power is, have a good day boo.” She winked before going in the restaurant. She was the same bitch that asked for Law over a week ago.

“Who the fuck is she? And why the fuck you talking to her in front of my face.”

Law laughed and got in his car. Between the music and the motor, he couldn’t hear me talking shit to him as he backed out of the parking spot and peeled out of the parking lot. I got in my car and headed to my business that was about to open next week. My focus was off because Law wasn’t talking to me, but I had to get back to business.

“Why I got to hunt you down?” Trey said as soon as I hit the talk button on my steering wheel.

“I been busy trying to get my building ready to be opened.”

“You lying. Your nigga left you, didn’t he?”

“Trey, it’s really not a good time right now.”

“Come see me or let’s go out and catch a movie so I can make it up to you.”

“I’ll see.” I tried to keep it short with him.

“Holler at me. I’m about to head back in my job.”

“Yea.” I hit the end button as I trailed Law.

I wasn’t trying to follow him, but I noticed his ass as I was talking on the phone. His ass was on the phone smiling and shit like he was talking to a bitch. Pulling up next to him at the light, I blew the horn and told him to roll his window down, but he ignored me. My crazy ass followed him all the way to the hospital.

“Summer, take your crazy ass on somewhere. You worried about me but ain’t shit done at your business. Get the fuck on somewhere and handle your business while I handle mine. When I’m ready to fuck with you, I will. I may just call you for some pussy, shit I don’t know.”

“Fuck you, Law.”

“Crazy ass,” he mumbled.

I had to get my shit together. He knew how I was when he got with me. I told him off the rip that I pull up, show out, and all. He was cool with it but I’m not going to lie and say he shuts my ass down. Trey on the other hand egged the shit on. Since Law was acting stubborn, I was going to take Trey up on his offer. I was single, right?

11. TREY

My daddy had really pissed me off to the point I was mad with my damn mama once she told me she was still fucking that nigga. I hated him so much, yet I was just like him. I couldn’t be faithful to save my life, and that’s why I was struggling to get back with Summer. We both had a problem but we made it work. I was trying to figure out her nigga. We both were from Savannah, but I never laid eyes on him. When I talked to a few niggas they told me he spent a lot of time in and out of jail but he lived in Pooler.

I was shocked that Summer would even get involved with a nigga like Law. She was a ghetto girl but she never fucked with street niggas. Summer only fucked with me, so it was strange to know that he swept her off her feet. I worked at a factory job on mid-day shift and couldn’t afford all the shit Law gave Summer, but there was one thing he didn’t have completely and that was her heart.

I can tell by the way her heartbeat when we were around each other that I still had a chance. Every opportunity that presented itself, I spent with her. While she made up her mind if she wanted to go out with me or not, I was trying to figure out more about Law. One of my friends told me where he hung out at, so I swung by just to get a good look at him.

“When Lj coming home?” One of the old cats asked who I assumed to be Law. He was leaning on a Chevy, counting money in the middle of the day.

“He’ll be home tomorrow. I’m taking him to my spot for a few weeks, though until we pan this shit out.”

“Well, whatever you need, I got you.”

Law handed him a stack of money and dapped him up.

“I’ght pops. Don’t spend all that shit in one spot.”

I watched him pull off as my phone started ringing. Without looking, I answered.

“Your baby out of formula, and I ain’t got no WIC.”

The sound of her voice was like nails going across a damn board.