Page 38 of When It’s All Said And Done

“If you must know Nasir, I’m at the club enjoyin’ my-fuckin’-self. Nyla and Chanel are at my house with my mama. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to enjoyin’ my night. Bye Nas.”

That felt good to put his ass in his place when it came to me. Nas was so used to me only working, being a mom, and in the house, so he probably didn’t think I clubbed. I looked over at Yas who was sipping her drink while looking at me. Shrugging my shoulders, I grabbed the bottle and took it to the head. This wasn’t going to fuck up my night, and when 25 by Rod Wave started playing, we were back turnt as we sung along to it at the top of our lungs.

Two hours later, my girl was ready to leave, and I was thankful because these heels were cute but not comfortable. As we made our way towards my car, I made sure to be aware of our surroundings. Once we made it there, I helped Yas in the car before getting in. When I got inside, I tried to start the car, but it didn’t even turn on. Popping the trunk, I lifted the hood to see what the hell was going on.

“What the fuck?!” I gasped when I noticed that my whole fucking battery was missing out of my car.

“What’s wrong?” Yas yelled from the car.

“My fuckin’ battery gone!”

“What the fuck?!” she expressed before getting out to come stand by me. “Nessa, where the hell did yo’ battery go? How the fuck we got here if yo’ battery wasn’t in there?”

“It was in there, but I don’t know where the fuck it is now.”

“What we gonna do?”

“I don’t wanna call his ass but I’ma text Nas. You know he gonna come.”

“Yep, that nigga ain’t gonna leave his baby mama stranded especially lookin’ as good as you do.”

“You know that nigga can be petty so let me get in the car cause we may be here for a lil’ minute, but I’m textin’ him.”

I made my way back to the driver’s seat as I texted Nas letting him know I was stranded. While I waited for him to reply, some guys came over when they saw the hood in the air. The one that was leading the group over was fine as fuck. His two friends were standing by the front of the car while he made his way towards me.

“Aye, you need some help, beautiful?” He asked before licking his lips.

“Not much really can be done,” I admitted as I got out the car so he could get a full view of the bad bitch I was. “Somebody stole my battery.”

“That’s fucked up. Me and my boys could give you and yo’ homegirl a ride.”

“Nawl, my nigga she in good hands like Allstate ‘round this muthafucka,” Nas answered for me as he appeared out of nowhere. My ass was too tipsy to even protest and when he placed his gun under the guy’s chin, I sobered up immediately. That’s when I looked around and noticed Chance standing between the other two friends with guns at their heads. Looking in the car, Yas’ ass seemed to have sobered up too as she sat up looking at the scene before us. I looked back at the guy and Nas, who was sizing me up and down. “Ain’t you good baby mama?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” I answered as we stared at one another.

“Now y’all boys can get the fuck on or get put the fuck down. The choice is yours.”

The guys didn’t say anything, instead all three of them backed away slowly. Once they were gone, Nas had put his gun away, but he was still staring me down. The silence between us felt so heavy as I waited to see what was going to happen next. Movement out of the corner of my eye caused me to look away and at Yas. She’d got out and was leaning on my hood.

“Did you come with a battery or you just gonna stand there droolin’ over my girl,” Yas drunk ass blurted out. “You see that other nigga was droolin’ just like you ‘cause my girl looks the fuck good, don’t she?”

“She does,” Nas confessed causing my head to snap back in his direction. “That nigga would’ve lost his life tonight had anything wrong fell from his lips.”

“Yo’ ass had the other two droolin’ like they’d just got hypnotized by the sky and they were ‘bout to be livin’ in the sky,” Chance chimed in as he moved closure to Yas. “Happy Birthday, Yasmine.”

“Chance, back yo’ ass up before you get knocked out by the sky nigga but thank you.”

“You swea’ you hate a nigga, but I know you frontin’. I’ma keep my birthday gift since you bein’ mean.”

“Aht, aht. Come up off that.”

I was still stuck on what Nas had said while I watched their interaction ready to see what he got her. Honestly, I wished they’d get together but Yas was hesitant because she didn’t want to ruin her relationship with Chanel if they didn’t work out. Which I felt like was selfless of her because Chanel truly enjoyed spending time with Yas. When he handed Yas a wad of money, I couldn’t see her reaction because Nas turned my head back towards him.

“You really do look good,” he expressed again this time directly to me.

“Thanks,” I gulped before I found my footing to gain control of the conversation. “Like my girl asked do you have a battery? And why you ain’t text back that you were comin’?”

“Why so you could have that nigga out yo’ face before I came? Nawl, I needed to see you in yo’ element enjoyin’ yo’-fuckin’-self. I didn’t get a battery, but my car is not too far. I’ll drive you back home.”