Page 47 of Crown: Phase 4

Caresha twisted her lips at him as if to say, don’t play with me.

“Since when you decide to do something else while I’m present? That’s not like you. You’re obviously feeling some kind of way.”

“I don’t know what you talkin’ ’bout.”

“Don’t do that. We’re better than that. Talk to me. Are you upset?”

Danger leaned back against the sectional, tugging at his chin hairs. “I said I’m good.”

“And I’m saying I don’t believe you. Are you upset about what I told you?”

He sighed, slightly irritated. “Nah, it’s all good.”

“You ain’t acting like shit is all good.”

“How I’m acting? I told you I’m just chillin’.”

Caresha grew quiet, folding her arms. They sat in silence until Danger picked up his phone and started scrolling through Instagram. He was doing everything he could to ignore her…dismiss her. She picked up on it.

“Dee, come on. You’re not acting like yourself. Don’t paint me out to be crazy. Talk to me.”

“About what? What you want me to say, hm?”

“About what I told you. How do you feel?”

Danger's expression tightened as he shrugged. “Man, it’s all good.”

“You sure? You don’t have anything to say about me moving to North Carolina?

“Nah. You say you leaving, so it really ain’t nothing for us to discuss. Whatever we were doing, shit gotta come to an end. Cool. Understood.”

“Whatever we were doing? I thought you wanted me to be your lady.”

“I’m good on that. We can chill on that lady shit. That’s it. Congratulations on all you got going on. Follow yo’ dreams. I wish you nothing but the best.”

Caresha’s face fell slightly as she stared at him, so disappointed. Every wall she had let down for Danger slowly began to rise again. She grew cold in seconds. She wasn’t inconsiderate; she knew this could affect him. But she thought they could at least be adults and discuss their feelings, and the potential of their relationship if she decided to move. It wasn’t her fault that life decided to hand her an opportunity now. But Danger was sitting there, cold and distant, giving her nothing to work with. And it hurt…real bad. So much so that she almost cried.

However, Caresha held it in and shook off the pain. She wouldn’t let a nigga take her there. She stood, shaking her head. “You know what? You’re right. We just met. This shit doesn’t matter. Forget it. Can you take me home?”

“Nah. I’ll take you tomorrow. Don’t trip. I won’t bother you tonight. I’ll stay out ya way, so you ain’t uncomfortable.”

“You think you being away from me is what makes me comfortable?”

“Shit, I can’t tell. You moving, ain’t you?”

Rolling her eyes, Caresha tried to stand her ground. “Dee, I wanna go home right now. I’m not feeling the vibe.”

“It’s late. I’m exhausted. A nigga been up since early this morning. For me and yo’ safety, let’s wait until tomorrow. I’ll take you then.”

“Whatever.” Without another word, Caresha smacked her lips and stormed out of the room.

Stubborn as they came, Danger watched her walk out without putting up a fight. He turned his attention back to the game, but he couldn’t seem to focus. Domo talked so much shit about him getting his ass handed to him that he finally told the nigga to go fuck himself and quit.

Danger sat on the couch, head hanging low, sighing to himself. That emptiness he felt when Lil Mo died had returned, and he hated it. When he hurt, he didn’t speak on it; he bottled that shit up and eventually spazzed out.

Danger’s head was all fucked up since Caresha revealed her plans to move. Instead of telling her how it affected him, he sat paralyzed by fear and agitation. Turning on his favorite movie, Training Day, Danger lay back on the sectional, watching until he fell asleep.

Chapter Fifteen.