You're My Little Secret 3 by Chenell Parker Page B

they gon’ be honest if I ask. Nobody is that stupid. At
least I hope not.”
    “No, but
Kennedi is. You know she still got mad love for you. All you have to do is say
some shit that she wants to hear. Make her think it’s all good for a minute.
She’ll be telling you her bank account number and everything else,” David
replied.
    “You must
be crazy. Brooklyn already beat her down. Ain’t no telling what she’ll do to
her if she finds that out. She’ll be trying to leave my ass for real this time.
I’m not trying to have another falling out with her. We just got back on track.
Nah bruh, I can’t even go there.”
    “Nigga,
stop being so damn scary. Let me find out that Brooklyn is putting her hands on
you when nobody is around. You all shook up and paranoid and shit,” David said.
    “I’m just
not trying to do nothing to piss her off. She’s been on some rowdy shit since
she’s been pregnant,” I confessed.
    “Man,
Brooklyn is not going to find out. Now, I’m not telling you to go to the bitch’s
house or nothing like that. You need to take her out to eat or something. You know
wine and dine her. Then when you get the info, leave and stick her ass with the
bill,” David suggested.
    “Dude you
really are stupid,” I laughed, but I was really thinking about what he was
saying. Kennedi still loves me, and I
know that for sure. She’ll tell me what I want to know if I tell her what she
wants to hear. I’m not an actor, so I hope I’m convincing enough to make her
believe me.
    “Just call
her and ask her out on a date,” David snickered.
    “Don’t
play with me man. If I do call her it damn sure won’t be for a date. I’m very
happy at home.”
    “You
better be. My lil sis do n’t play that
shit with you. Call and put her on speakerphone. I want to hear when she gets
her hopes up high,” David chuckled.
    “Man, I
don’t know, I got a bad feeling about this,” I admitted.
    “Brookly n’s longest day at school is on Mondays right?”
David asked. I nodded my head letting him know that he was right.
    “Alright,
so she won’t be able to call you if she’s in class and you won’t have to lie about where you are. Take Kennedi somewhere far out
where you don’t know anybody and talk to her,” he suggested.
    “When you
say far out, how far are you talking? I don’t want to be around her ass that
long.”
    “Well, not
far, but somewhere that you know Brooklyn or nobody we know will see you.”
    “Man, New
Orleans is small as fuck. Ain’t too many places we can go.”
    “Nigga do
you want the info or not?” David asked me.
    “Yeah, I
want it. I need to find out who she’s been talking to so I can handle their ass.
I can’t stand snakes,” I fumed.
    “Alright,
well call her,” David said eagerly. He pulled a chair up to my desk like he was
about to watch a good movie or something. This clown lives for drama, and I’ve been keeping him very
entertained lately. I picked up the phone and dialed Kennedi’s number before
pressing the speakerphone button.
    “You must
have dialed the wrong number because I know you didn’t mean to call me,” she
snapped as soon as she picked up. I’m so happy that we aren’t face to face, or she wouldn’t have missed the scowl on
my face just from hearing her voice.
    “Stop
acting like that. I’m just calling to check on you and my baby,” I replied. I’m
shocked that she answered and didn’t send me to voicemail. Usually, she would
always do that whenever her mother was around.
    “We’re
fine and goodbye,” she said.
    “Wait,” I
said trying to keep her from hanging up. “I wanted to know if I could take you
out so we can talk.”
    “Now I
know you dialed the wrong number. This is Kennedi, not Brooklyn,” she snapped.
    “So that’s
how you doing me now?”
    “That’s
how you wanted it, so I guess I am,” I’ve
been ready to hang up, but David keeps encouraging me to keep talking.
    “Well, maybe
I don’t want it like that