matters.”
“Fine,” I told
him. “It matters. It was a girl.”
He nodded, taking
my word for it. Probably the idea of any girl ditching him for another man is
crazy to him. Not surprised.
“So what happened
then? Did what happened freak you out?”
“No,” I snapped.
“It didn’t freak me out. Believe it or not, I have been fingered before!” I
knew that I was kind of yelling but I didn’t care, he was so annoying. Of
course, that was the first place his mind would go. He clearly thought I had
never fucked with any guys or something before. He was so big headed.
Trigger smirked
again, happy that he was getting a reaction out of me. “Then what’s your deal?”
I shrugged. “Maybe
I just wasn’t interested in hanging out anymore. Wasn’t feeling it.”
“Yeah?” he asked,
shrugging. “Cause you really seemed to be feeling it last night if you know
what I mean.”
I felt myself
starting to blush. “Well, I’m not feeling it now.”
What else was I
supposed to say? I couldn’t accuse him of knowing about the shooting last
night. I couldn’t tell him that his way of life wasn’t what I wanted for
myself. I couldn’t tell him that I knew he didn’t do relationships. All of
those thoughts would come off as crazy to him. Hell, they even came off as
crazy to me considering I had just started fucking with this guy a day earlier.
No lady should be over analyzing things this soon, but for some reason, it was
hard to remember to play by the rules when it came to Trigger.
He studied me for
a second, trying to decide if I was for real or not. “I don’t do this,” he told
me with a cold expression painted on his dark features.
“You don’t do
what, Trigger?”
He shrugged.
“Chase bitches, I just don’t do it. I don’t have to do it. So if you think I’m
going to buy into whatever game you’re playing, you have another thing coming.”
He was
unbelievable. Of course, I had to be playing some game because no girl could
ever not be interested in him. The idea that someone like me wouldn’t want him
was unbelievable to him, he probably thought I should bow down to him right
then and there.
“I’m not asking
you to chase me! I’m asking you to never see me again!”
Trigger smirked.
“But I’ll see you at school,” he pointed out.
“Well, maybe I’ll
just switch my class!”
Trigger laughed
for about the tenth time since our conversation began, continuing to not take
anything I said seriously. “Maybe you should.”
“Fine! I will
then!” I told him, sounding way more sure than I was.
“Okay,” Trigger
shrugged like he could care less.
“Fine! Then I
guess there’s nothing else to say!”
He shrugged. “I
guess not.”
“Fine! Bye” I
turned around and started to walk toward my apartment building so I could prove
how serious I was.
“Deuces,” he
called, sounding like he could care less what I do.
I slammed the door
shut behind me and forced myself to not look back.
***
“I have no idea
what you’re talking about,” I lied into the phone. “I didn’t even recognize him
as one of the Ford brothers, he was looking for some kid who owed him money.”
Gosh, the lies
were just flying out of my mouth ever since I had come back inside from seeing
Trigger. First with my mom, and then to the half dozen people who had called me
since word spread that I was seen on the street with a Ford brother, and now to
Meghan.
The worst had been
lying to my mom. I felt bad having to come up with the story spur of the moment
but there was no way I could tell her the truth. I already knew what her
reaction would be to me having anything to do with a Ford brother, and it
wouldn’t be a good one.
As far as everyone
else went it was pretty simple, I wasn’t trying to have anyone all up in my
business. And I knew Trigger wasn’t trying to have anyone up in his either.
Besides it wasn’t like there was anything to tell anymore, whatever had been
going on between Trigger and me