Shut Up & Listen - Chapter 61: Chapter 61

August 3
7:43 pm
It's the way I can't think of anything else when I'm beside you. Limbs intertwined at the height of the night— not fucking, just vibing. Together. Your soft skin against my lips when we kiss sends shivers down my spine. Shit.
"What you doing?" Lonnie asked Cole who had been sitting on the back porch scribbling in a raggedy old notepad. The book was closed before it was snatched away by Lonnie's long fingers. "Nah, lemme see? This yo diary?" He asked, smirking as he quickly flipped through the pages trying to find the one Cole was writing on.
"Nigga, the fuck I look like keeping a diary?!" He grumbled, snatching the book back from Lonnie's grip.
"What you writing then?"
Cole shrugged. " Just thoughts."
"That's a diary, lil chocolate dude."
Cole squinted his eyes, rolling up the flimsy pad to tuck it into his pocket. Lonnie laughed, moving in for a kiss but being stopped by Cole. "I can't be doing that shit in public." He said, although the eye contact and close proximity was telling him to shut up and hop on this nigga's dick any time any place.
"The neighbors already heard us fucking, witcho loud ass. Let em see too." He half complained, palming Cole's face for extra persuasion. It worked too. Cole face was nearly close enough for their lips to touch when Lonnie's phone rang, interrupting them.
"Black" Lonnie answered, as soon as he slid the green circle across the bottom of his screen.
"I'm busy." He grumbled.
"Nah, I told dadd-"
"Fuck, why they always do this shit." He complained walking away from Cole and into the house. Cole left shortly after, due to Black having a 'serious issue' to handle.
Meanwhile, someone was waiting for Cole in his loft when he arrived.
"Baby, how you get in here?" He asked Jemaika who was sitting on the couch comfortably. She didn't respond until a few moments later.
"First you make me look stupid by saying you'd rather be my friend than be in love with me."
Cole squinted his eyes. "Hold on, you know that that ain't what I meant. We already talked about the interview. You said you was cool."
"I was, because I believed you."
"And now..."
"You keep fucking with my intelligence like I'm some lil dumb hoe off the strip and I'm real close to beating your ass." She yelled, then asked. "You cheating on me?"
"Wh-" Jemaika stopped him with a wave of her hand.
"Don't even try to come up with some stupid shit cuz if I asked I already fucking know."
"Then why you asking?"
Jemaika scratched her head in an attempt to calm herself down. Then, she pulled her phone from her purse and started playing a video. The moans are what caught Cole's attention, then his own voice?
"What is that? What you watching?" He jumped up in the same instant that he'd just taken a seat.
"Oh what? You don't recognize your own voice gay ass bitch?"
"Nah, hold on cuz now you doin too much."
"Am I? Cuz the anonymous person who sent me this shit suggested I burn your ass to a crisp." She chuckled angrily, palming her forehead.
He snatched her phone, by the angle, he knew that it was a video straight from a security camera of his apartment building. "Anonymous my ass." Calmly handing the phone back to Jemaika, angry tears threatened to rush out of his eyes. Damn, I wish I was high right now. He thought to himself as he rushed out of his loft, bypassing the elevator. Adrenaline easing his path down the eleven flights of stairs, he bust open the door to the security office and snatched Lamont out of his rolling office chair, posting him up on the wall.
The sheer confusion on Lamont's face was only fuel to the fire built up in Cole's belly. Before this, the stocky security guard had been leaning back in his chair, watching Jane The Virgin. It angered Cole that he couldn't even be watching a manlier show.
Bloodying up his mug with punch after punch to his face, all the while he would picture this nigga smiling in his face knowing all along he was working for somebody. Somebody being Black's dad or some shit. Cole hadn't thought it completely through, but there's something there.
The more he hit him, the less thoughts ran through his mind— it was blank and he was floating and this felt better than being high. Like being in the sunken place, but he chose to be there, hide there, find solace in the darkness that surrounded him there. Like fucking while high, ecstasy buzzed through his veins and he felt like The Weeknd was singing in his brain and he could never stop, not until he saw the end. Then, with one last breath, he felt a bolt of electricity snatch the air from his lungs. Flailing like a fish out of water, his grip released the opp as both of their bodies fell to the ground in unison.
"What the hell?!" Lamont wheezed, barely breathing, looking up at the head security guard, Mike, who tased Cole. He grabbed his chest, heaving for air that wasn't allowed entry into his windpipe for the past minute or so it took for someone to finally come help him. Seconds later, he fell unconscious.
Cole was handcuffed and thrown to the wall while someone helped Lamont up from the floor. It wasn't until then that Cole noticed a crowd had formed in the lobby, watching the whole thing through the entrance of the office. Flashes blared from camera phones and Cole could hear the faint "isn't that Luke James'" from a few bystanders.
Slowly regaining consciousness from his angry blackout, a raging headache was the only thing distracting him from the thoughts of what would happen next.
Red and Blue lights decorated the lobby from the street outside causing Cole's stomach to sink. Of all the things he's done in life, fucking his friend's ex would be the thing to get him arrested.