"Facts," Yatta said. "And he's smart about it too. He ain't moving reckless like some of these other niggas. He thinks shit through, he has people in place. That's the kind of connect you want."
I nodded, trying to act casual even though hearing Sosa's name had my mind going places it shouldn't. I hadn't seen him since that night at the club.
Sosa with his long locs that hung past his shoulders, and that silver nose ring that caught the light just right. Tattoos covering his arms, that confident way he carried himself like he owned every room he walked into. And his voice, it was deep, commanding, the kind of voice that made you pay attentionwhether you wanted to or not. I'd be lying if I said I didn't think he was fine as hell.
"You good, Yah?" Mya asked, nudging me with her elbow.
"Huh? Yeah, I'm good. Just tired."
"You sure? You got that look on your face."
"What look?"
"That 'I'm thinking about a nigga' look," she said with a grin.
"Girl, bye." I rolled my eyes. "I'm not thinking about nobody."
"Mhm. Sure."
"Nah she don’t need to be thinking bout no nigga after what that bitch ass nigga Rylo pulled, leave her alone," Yatta said, scrolling through his phone again. And just like that, my mood shifted.
"Can we not talk about him?"
"We ain’t talking about him, I'm just saying, fuck that nigga. What he did was foul as hell."
"I know it was foul. That's why I blocked his ass tonight."
"Finally," Mya said. "I been telling you to block him weeks ago."
"Well I did it now, so—" My phone started ringing. All three of us looked at it sitting on the coffee table, the screen lighting up with a number I didn't recognize.
"Who that?" Yatta asked.
"I don't know. Probably a spam call or some shit."
It stopped, then immediately started ringing again. Same number. "That ain't no damn spam call," Mya said.
I picked up my phone, staring at the screen. Something in my gut told me exactly who it was. Rylo must've called from a different number since I blocked his ass.
It rang again.
"You gon’ answer it?" Yatta asked.
I stood up, phone in hand. "Yeah, hold on. Let me take this in my room."
"Ooh, she taking it in her room," Mya teased. "It's definitely a nigga."
"Shut up."
I walked down the hallway to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. The phone was still ringing. I stared at it for a second, debating whether to answer or just block this number too.
But you know what? Fuck it. He wanted to talk? We could talk.
I answered.
"What?"
"Yah, bae, I thought you wasn't gon’ answer."