Don't Mess With the Carter Boys: The Carter Boys 3

by Desirée

  I could hear Elijah’s tiny voice screaming as Trent put it on speaker.

  “Jordyn, what the fuck, shawty? Just get in the car and go! I’m not going to be there until later on tonight!”

  “Why would you send him of all people? I could have arranged for someone else to come get me if—”

  “He’s my brother! Why wouldn’t he go in my place? Whatever the fuck y’all got going on, squash that shit now, because I’m sick of it!”

  “You two being related has nothing to do with me wanting to be with you, Elijah,” I said as Trent’s eyes grew wide. “I don’t care who the fuck he is. I’m not—”

  “Aye, Jordyn,” he said slowly with a sarcastic laugh. “Check that mouth and watch what the fuck you saying, shawty. You my girl, but I’ll have yo’ ass out that fucking house with yo’ shit packed on the corner, waiting for dick like a basic bitch, you hear me?” he threatened as I rolled my eyes. “He ain’t just a nobody; that’s my brother. Get the fuck up and get in that car. I’m not with this childish shit. Nigga apologized already, so be respectful, handle yo’ business, and act like a fucking woman!” With that, he hung up.

  I looked at Trent.

  “So, can we just go? I won’t say shit to you in the car,” he said, pointing to the door. I got up, grabbing my coat, and followed him out to his nice black Mustang.

  Once inside the car, he cut the music on, and to my amusement, classical music started to play.

  “I know he said you like to listen to classical shit when you stressed out,” he said as I stared out the window, watching the cars go by.

  “I do,” I mumbled, glancing at him. He was leaned back comfortably in the seat, one hand on the wheel as he licked his lips.

  We remained silent until his phone started to ring. Of course, it was Elijah, checking to see if I even got in the car. So, Trent had him on speaker, propped up on the dashboard.

  “Yeah, E,” Trent answered.

  “She got in the car with you, bruh?”

  “Yeah, she right here next to me. What time you getting back? I got a date tonight.”

  “Taylor or New York bitch?”

  “Neither. I met this girl at the store, fine as fuck too. I’m done with both Taylor and Jade. I tried with Jade, but she not trying to hear me out, so . . .” He shrugged.

  “Ahhh, you ain’t tried shit. Now that you got that car, you thinking you finna bang all the bitches in Atlanta.” Elijah laughed, and I smiled at his stupid, boyish laugh. “Whatever you do, don’t get a bisexual ho.”

  My head popped up as Trent looked at me. I guess he didn’t know he was on speaker.

  “Why not?” Trent asked, signaling for me to be quiet.

  “Because, man, they will drive you crazy. Good thing about it is, when you be checking girls out, they’ll be right there with you, doing the same shit. But, bruh?” he let out with a huff of his breath. “You see how Jordyn got me doing shit I would never do. Bitch drove me crazy in a matter of months. I told you I went to her boyfriend’s job. I found that nigga, and me and Rob hit that nigga up something serious.”

  “What you say to him?”

  “We caught him outside, walking to his car after someone pointed him out to me. I walked up to him like, you know how I be. I don’t waste no time. I said, ‘Aye, man. Aye, sir. You Desmond? He was like, ‘Uhhh, yeah?’ I said, ‘You know Jordyn?’ He said, ‘Yeah, I know her. That’s my gir—’ WOP!” Elijah made a popping noise. “Bruh, I didn’t even let that nigga finish. We grabbed him, forced him inside the car, and I threatened that man’s life. I told him, ‘As soon as I leave, call her and say you can’t fuck with her no more. If I catch you talking to her, looking at her, talking about her, thinking about her, nigga, we gon’ have a problem. You hear me?’ So, he started stuttering like, ‘I didn’t know she—’ WOP!” He made another popping noise as my mouth dropped.

  “Why did you hit the man again?”

  “Shit, I was high off everything that night. She did that shit, man. I can’t even think about her fucking somebody else. So, when she said she had a boyfriend, I lost it. Bitch drove me insane in one night.” He laughed.

  Trent shook his head, glancing at me. “Yeah, but you love her, though.”

  “Yeah, bruh, she got my heart,” he mumbled as I closed my eyes, shaking my head with a soft smile. I knew it. “I don’t tell her that, though, because you know how females get. They act funny as fuck after they find out a nigga love you. I just want it to be her and me, nobody else, without all that lovey-dovey shit. Kills me when she say she loves me, and I’m trying to keep it together, because you know how I am. I rather show her than constantly tell her, because that shit ain’t nothing but a word at the end of the day.”

  “True,” Trent agreed, turning down a street as he followed his GPS. “You did good, bruh. I know she don’t fuck with me like that, but the other day, I caught yo’ ass reading a big book. No pictures in it, too?”

  “Ahhh, shut yo’ lame ass up!” Elijah let out as they both laughed. They had the exact same laugh. “Yeah, she got me reading. She be talking about a lot of shit that I never understand, so I’m trying to get on her level, you know. Trying to spruce up the mind a bit, my nigga. You might not be the only one with that degree.”

  “I hope not. Aye, look,” he said, pulling up to the center. “We just got here, so I’ma call you when it’s done.”

  “Aye, I might be on the plane afterwards. I’m on my way to the airport. I’ll hit you up as soon as I touch down in Atlanta,” he said. “Put J on the phone real quick. Let me talk to her.”

  “A’ight,” Trent said, handing me the phone, taking it off speaker.

  “Hello?” I answered weakly, chewing on my thumbnail as I looked at the place, PLANNED PARENTHOOD in bright letters.

  “You good? We not going back on our word, are we?”

  “No, I’m not ready for a baby, and neither are you.”

  “Shit.” He sighed. “Ask them mothafuckas before you do it if it fucks up yo’ chances of having babies in the future. Make sure whoever is there that they know what they doing. If they look like—”

  “Elijah, I know,” I said, trying to calm him down. He was freaking out more than I was.

  “Nah, just check them. You read the reviews on this place, and if they cleanliness is straight? If you feel uncomfortable about any of them niggas in there, leave. You hear me, shawty?”

  “I know, Elijah.” I sighed, looking at Trent. “It’s going to be okay. Just calm down and stop worrying.”

  “Man, put Trent on the phone,” he snapped.

  I handed Trent the phone. They exchanged a few words before Trent hung up, getting out of the car. Walking up to the place, I felt Trent put his hand on my mid back, keeping me close as we walked inside. He went up to the desk, asking all the questions I was sure Elijah wanted to know. Going straight into business mode, he turned on the proper voice.

  “If you want to talk with the doctor before she goes in, you can do that as well,” the nurse said with a nod.

  “If it’s not too much trouble, I’m just trying to make sure my sister is straight and in good hands,” Trent said as I smiled.

  “Certainly. I’ll have you sit down with him, so he can go over the process,” she said, getting up from her chair.

  Trent looked down at me and smiled.

  “Thank you, Trent,” was all I could manage to say as he wrapped his arms around me, hugging me gently.

  “No problem, sis,” he said.

  Trent

  It had been a crazy-ass day. I had one more final to go next week, and then it was time to party. Next Friday was my graduation party at the Spring Lounge. I was preparing for that, constantly adding people to the guest list and looking for the hottest girls to pass out flyers and to stand there at the party just to look good. I told Elijah if Jordyn was up for it, she could be one of the girls to somewhat model at my party. He said no, but I was going to convince her to do it anyway. Nigga would be a’ight for a nig
ht.

  Taylor had been blowing my phone up for the longest, even after I told her to leave me alone. I hadn’t been to my sister’s house since, because of Taylor’s stalking ass. She needed to move the fuck on, because I already had, a couple of times. Once I got this Mustang from Shiloh, I was A-1. I was straight, nigga, picking up girls night after night, feeling like I was back to my old self. I wanted Jade back. Really, I did, but the car had me feeling like I could do better than that. Besides, she went back to New York and changed her number on me. She wasn’t fucking with me, so fuck it. I don’t chase after no bitch.

  Looking up from the waiting room, I saw the nurses escorting Jordyn out of the room, with her barely able to stand. I quickly got up. I mean, you should know what the fuck is going on by now, but for the sake of the story, I’ll repeat that shit. She just got an abortion. Elijah couldn’t be there, so I stepped in on his behalf.

  “She did wonderful,” the nurse said as I looked at Jordyn. Her eyes were barely open as she looked at me. “Make sure she gets plenty of rest. The list of things she shouldn’t do are in her papers, and to make the payment, you do it right here,” she said, pointing to the desk.

  Shit, okay. Couldn’t wait to get that money, huh?

  When I got her in the car, she stayed quiet, leaned against the door with her eyes closed. I didn’t know whether to speak, but seeing my phone ring, I was just about to answer it automatically, until I saw the name.

  Taylor. What the fuck, man? I don’t have shit else to say. Fuck it.

  “Hello?” I answered, backing out of the space.

  “So, how long you gon’ keep this shit up, nigga?” she snapped angrily. “I mean, I still feel like you owe me some type of explanation as to why you went back on yo’ word.”

  “Taylor, come on.” I sighed, glancing at Jordyn, who winced in pain, gripping her stomach and causing me to panic.

  “You good? What’s the matter?” I asked quickly, and Taylor went off.

  “Nah, nigga, I’m not good! I went through hell these past few weeks, wondering if you will ever come back around—”

  “I’m just cramping really badly,” Jordyn let out, grabbing my arm tight.

  “Who the fuck is that?” Taylor flipped. “You are talking to another bitch, aren’t you?”

  “No, I—”

  “Why would you do me like that, Trent?” she cried.

  I groaned.

  “When is Elijah coming home?” Jordyn let out as Taylor continued to go off.

  I couldn’t handle this shit. First thing I could think of to calm a woman down was lie. “Taylor, baby,” I said, holding Jordyn’s hand, letting her squeeze mine. “We can talk later on this evening. I will explain everything, I’m going to apologize, and we can talk about our next step. I just needed some space. I just broke up with my girlfriend, and you expected me to hop right on to you?”

  “Nigga, that’s what you said you would do!”

  “I’m sorry, but now I’m ready to talk if you are. Just give me until about seven. I’m handling something for my brother right now. I’ll call you back.”

  “Okay, you better do it, too,” she threatened as she hung up.

  Fuck! I grabbed my phone and cut that bitch off. Shut it down. I looked at Jordyn, making sure she was okay.

  “You straight?”

  “I’m fine,” she muttered, eyes closed. “Just want to lay down. Never want to do anything like that ever again.”

  When I got her back to her place, I helped her to the bed, keeping my back turned as she changed. Even though she was pregnant, she put on her weight in all the right places, and I hoped that shit stayed, too.

  When she was ready, I helped her in the bed as she started to cry.

  Fuuck no. Come on, now. Where the fuck is Elijah at? I don’t want to deal with this shit.

  “Are you staying until he gets here?” she asked, eyes watered down. I nodded. “I regret doing it. I wish I hadn’t done it.”

  “Don’t tell Elijah that,” I warned, wondering why he hadn’t called me yet.

  Just as I was about to step out, she turned over on the side of the bed and threw up.

  Ahhh, man . . . I can’t do this shit. Fuck no.

  It was just a little bit, but it was enough to keep my ass out the room. It wasn’t until I saw her trying to clean it up herself that I let out a groan. “Hold up, Jordyn. Just lay down. I got it,” I muttered, going in the kitchen, looking for a rag. Where the fuck was her roommate? Her friends, family? Anyone?

  I came back in with a chair and a wet rag, trying to clean it up and keeping myself from throwing up in the process. Once that was done, to get the smell out, I sprayed some shit and sat near the door, watching her.

  “Where yo’ people at, Jordyn? Friends? Roommate? Somebody? Family? We can’t be all you have,” I said.

  “Rita moved out because she wanted to stay back on the yard next semester without paying, and I don’t have any other friends. Never did,” she muttered, half asleep.

  Shit, I would move in if Elijah let me. I’m ready to have my own place and get the fuck up out the frat house. I might just make that happen.

  Waiting some more, I looked around her room. It looked like your typical female room. As she slept, I took a look in her drawers, seeing she had every type of panty you could think of. I know I’m a creep nigga for this, but I was curious, and Elijah wasn’t calling me, so shit. Looking through some more stuff, I saw where she kept all her sex devices. She had a box full of toys—vibrators, cream, gel. Everything you can think of, she had it. Fuck is anal beads? She definitely was a freak.

  I smirked, seeing photos of her as a teenager in another shoebox. She looked like an awkward nerd. She still did, but I could see what Elijah saw in her.

  Damn, where the fuck is this nigga?

  It was getting dark, and I had shit to do. Looking back at Jordyn, I could see tears dried up on her face as she slept. She would occasionally wake up and cry herself back to sleep, but for the most part, she was good. I grabbed my phone and looked at it, realizing I’d turned it off. Shit. I knew this nigga was about to flip. Soon as I cut it on, sure enough, he was calling me.

  “Hello?”

  “Bruh!” Elijah went in. “I’ve been—”

  “Aye, I know, I know. I cut it off because of Taylor’s crazy ass. Are you here or nah?”

  “I’m right around the corner. How is she?”

  “She’s good, man. She crying a lot, but she’s good,” I said, looking at her as she slept soundly.

  “What happened with Taylor?”

  “Bruh,” I let out as I walked out of the room. “I don’t even want to get into it right now. Just bring yo’ ass on.”

  “I’m here, right here,” he said, hanging up.

  I saw some headlights flash outside. I went to the door, watching him hop out with his chains jingling, dreads wild, with a thin red Polo jacket and jeans sagging as he walked up. We slapped hands as we came in for a quick hug. We were nothing alike, but more similar than most.

  His low eyes immediately went to a sleepy Jordyn, who stepped out of her room looking like a little girl with the sheets wrapped around her.

  “Jordyn, when you get better, let’s talk about me moving in this place with you. I need a place to stay,” I told her, and she nodded.

  “Oh, so you ain’t gon’ ask me?” Elijah cut in. I shook my head no with a laugh. “Fuck you too then, nigga. Shit. You good, baby?” he cooed as he wrapped his arms around her neck, telling her something only she could hear against her ear.

  Her hands came to his waist as she started shaking her head, crying. It made me think of Jade, wishing for a split second I still had her. It was only for a second, though. I smiled, watching the two interact. My brother—never thought I would see this day—but he was in love. She started telling him the process as they went in the room, closing the door with a lock. Well, damn, I couldn’t even get a thanks.

  Grabbing my letterman jacket, I started to walk out
, then the door opened, with Jordyn walking out, pushing her glasses up.

  “Thank you, Trent,” she said in a soft voice before holding out her hand. Her eyes were red from crying.

  “What?” I smiled, guilt all over my face.

  “Give it here,” she demanded with a smirk.

  I dropped my head as Elijah walked out shirtless, watching me give his girl her own handcuffs back.

  “Thank you. I use these regularly on my girls and him, so I know instantly when they’ve been taken.”

  Elijah’s mouth dropped as he looked at me.

  Shit, let me back up before he—

  “Bruh, I oughta bust you—” he said, trying to hit me as I laughed. “Get yo’ nasty ass out of here, nigga! Fuck is wrong with you?” Elijah flipped.

  I continued to laugh while walking out with a wave. “Later, fam!” I called out to them both as I hopped in the car.

  Next stop, on to see a pretty girl named Cassie. She was a gorgeous, light-skin girl with a phat ass. I’m talking beautiful face, sweet-sounding voice, and an ass I was ready to slam into that night if everything went well. Checking my phone, I saw where she was texting me too, sending me pictures of her getting out of the shower.

  Hoes, man. They know how to fuck with a nigga’s head if you let them. Can’t say I wasn’t jealous of the stability Elijah had with Jordyn, but I would say he was missing out on meeting different women and having fun with no thoughts of feelings and no strings being attached. I was a free man! No crazy-ass Taylor stalking me no more, because I was going to end that shit tonight as well! No Jade, because she wasn’t trying to fuck with me no more. Still, every time I thought about her, I felt a little pain in my chest, because it wasn’t her that fucked up, it was me, and I had to live with that shit every time I thought of her. But! A mothafucka was still single at the end of the day, and I planned on staying that way all throughout the up and coming year. No time for girlfriends, and no time for drama. Like Shiloh said, I’m too old for it. I just wanted to fuck around and be happy—which was exactly what I did. I swung by my place, changed clothes, because you know I gotta keep it looking fresh.