The California Saga by Chunichi Page B

argument. “Yeah, but I had to piss.”
    â€œGive me some money, Trayvon,” Ciara said, addressing me by my government name. She felt my pockets to see if I had the usual wad of money in there.
    Without protesting I pulled off five twenties, handed them to her, and walked away.
    When I arrived back at my table, Calico was sitting there with a couple of chicks. I already had my meal planned for the night, so I chose to sit at the bar rather than disrupt him. Who knows, maybe he was trying to set up a little late-night snack for himself.
    I sat at the bar playing the computer game as Diana constantly fed me drinks. Every time she passed by, she would either blow me a kiss, stick her tongue out seductively, or give me some other type of sexual notion. This bitch really had me going.
    I pulled out one of my phones to check the time. One o’clock. One hour to go , I thought. I sat my phone on the bar beside me and turned my concentration back on my game.
    My bothersome baby mother came over again just to annoy me. “Why you sitting over here instead of with your friends? What you looking for—some pussy?”
    â€œNah. I’m letting Calico get some time in with the hoes.”
    â€œWhatever,” she said then walked off.
    There was no way in hell I could tell Ciara what I was doing. That bitch would fuck up anything I had with another female. I never understood why Ciara acted such a damn fool. I hadn’t slept with her, finger-fucked her, or even kissed her since I came home from jail nearly three years ago. Again I turned my attention back to my game.
    Not even five minutes passed before my cell phone began to ring. I answered my girlfriend’s call, “What’s up?”
    â€œWhat the fuck you mean, ‘what’s up’? Have you lost your mind, Touch? If you going to be with your baby mother every night, why don’t you go live with her?” My girl went on and on.
    â€œWhat the fuck you talking ’bout?” I asked as calmly as possibly. I looked around the bar to see if maybe my girl was at the lounge and assumed me and my baby mother were there together.
    â€œI just got off the phone with Ciara, Touch. She called me from your other phone.”
    I looked around the bar for Ciara as I listened to my girl talk.
    â€œShe told me she was calling from your phone tonight to prove that are y’all are together.”
    I got a glimpse of Ciara sitting in the booth, looking in my direction, with a stupid-ass I’m guilty smirk on her face. I hung up on my girl as I headed toward the booth.
    Once I arrived at the table, Ciara was sitting there with my phone in her hand. She stared me dead in my eyes with a look that said, “Yeah, I did it. So what you gonna do about it?”
    I wasn’t that nigga that hit chicks, but if pushed, I would set a bitch straight quick. And this night I was just about seconds away from beating the shit out of Ciara. I ain’t even bother to entertain her bullshit. I just snatched my phone out of her hand then walked out the club.
    Diana and Calico both called out to me as I stormed out the front door. I didn’t even pause to see what they wanted. I was fuming inside. I knew if I spent another five seconds in Ciara’s presence I would end up at 811, better known as Norfolk City Jail.
    I rushed to my crib to try and explain shit to my girl. As soon as I pulled up, I noticed little pieces of burning paper falling out the window. I figured she must be doing that shit chicks do when they get mad, like ripping and burning pictures of us. Normally I didn’t make it a practice of explaining shit to a chick, but this time I had no choice.
    I rushed to the house and opened the door. The smell of bleach smacked me in the face as soon as I walked through the foyer. Now, I’d heard of people doing a lot of things when they get upset, like exercise, write, go for walk, but this was the first time I’d seen someone