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the car. He got on his radio and called for his back up. When his backup arrived, they went off to the side and started talking. I swear it seemed like forever, watching them stand there, banded together against me and plotting from a distance. Suddenly, two officers came back to the car, and started asking me about my sports career. I was both irritated and nervous, but I put on a fake smile and pretended to be interested. The first officer warned me to watch my driving and told me to call someone to come and drive for me. I couldn’t call my boys, because I knew they were drunk and high as hell, and probably still knee deep in pussy.
    With plan B in mind, I called Mom to ask for a favor. Even though I hated to wake Mom, I asked her to persuade Sacaria to drive my car home for me. I figured that even if Sacaria is hurt that she might still drive for me if my mom asks her instead of me. Then at least I could see her again and get the chance to explain. While I impatiently waited, the officers wanted to take cell phone pics with me, and kept talking to me about my game highlights. One of the officers thought it was a shame that I could no longer play.
    Moms was down as fuck, so even though it was late night, she still did as I requested. Within twenty minutes, Moms pulled up behind the police car with Sacaria by her side. Once I saw the unsettled look on Sacaria’s face, I knew that I had blown my chances with her. The only reason she came along, was that my Moms had asked her to. Sacaria drove me home with my Moms following us. I assumed that Mom was following us, so that Sacaria didn’t have to stay with me after the drive. She never said one word to me the entire way there. I could feel the tension in the car as we drove. I wanted to reach out and say something, but I did not want to couple a bruised ego with the humiliation I was already suffering through. Not to mention, the guilt that sat on my chest the entire way home.
    When we pulled up to my crib, I asked Sacaria to stay so we could talk. Without a reply, she turned to walk away as if she never heard me. I gently grabbed her arm to pull her towards me and begged her not to leave. I don’t know if it was the drinks, but I actually begged this girl to stay. Sacaria pulled away and kept walking. Leaning against my car, I watched Sacaria go to the driver side of my mom’s car. She said something, and then waved goodbye to Mom. To my surprise, she came back to me and we walked into the house together. That was just the chance I needed to get my baby back for good.
    I felt so bad about Sacaria walking in on me earlier that night. I tried my best to explain the situation to her, without sounding like a hustla. I didn't want it to seem like I was running some type of game on her, because I wasn't. Surprisingly she seemed to understand. She said that she would have probably done the same, if it was the other way around, and since we wasn’t official or fucking, she couldn’t stay mad for too long. I am not sure if I liked her response in its entirety, but I couldn't go wrong with a pass. At the end of the day, I guess it was the fact that she actually witnessed it going down that ultimately had her vexed.
    I lay down with Sacaria after taking a shower and getting that other bitch’s scent off me. Without saying a word, I just laid there for a minute, looking at bae. It wasn't hard to see that Sacaria had a good heart. She seemed a little hesitant, yet she still forgave me. As a man my pride would not have let me forgive her so easily, if it was the other way around. I held her tight. “You know I got love for you, Sacaria; I almost went to jail for yo’ ass tonight.”
    “Serves your ass right, nigga,” Sacaria said, as she turned to kiss me.
    I started getting worried, because I could feel my dick getting hard and I knew that we couldn’t have sex. Sacaria started to pull my dick out. I stopped her and asked what in the hell she was doing. I had just been lucky