I heard the front door open and waited until my friend could see the fit in person. I was sure she would tell me how ugly thisshit was for real. My room door opened moments later with her wearing a blue dress that hugged her body like a glove. I saw every curve and had to admit, the bitch body went crazy.
“Talking ‘bout me, bestie you look good in that blue.”
“Thank you. This was the first thing I saw and went with it. Now, tell me what’s wrong with this outfit. It’s really eating down friend,” she complimented.
“I don’t know Onyx. I’m telling you, this ain’t it.”
She grabbed my phone, my clutch, my keys, then stood by the door. She wasn’t about to let me waste another minute on my indecisiveness. I could spend all night trying to figure out what exactly was the best fit to go out in and miss the entire hangout. Clubs were dimly lit. No one cared how I looked for real but me.
“Let’s go, KoKo. We not ‘bout to do this all damn night. You a bad bitch just in the face alone. The fit is nice on you. Trust me.”
“If I get talked about tonight, I’m beating yo’ ass,” I threatened.
“And when them niggas all up yo’ ass, I want a thank you!”
I shook my head following behind her. Stopping by Mel’s room, I knocked on the door before opening it. I found her laying across her bed with feet in the air doodling in her sketchbook. When she was in her zone, she could produce some damn good quality stuff. I just wished she believed in herself the way I did.
“Knock, knock. I’m getting ready to head out.”
“Okay. Can I have a friend over?”
“Who’s this friend Melanie?” We were new to the city; she didn’t have any friends in my opinion. However, I knew it wouldn’t take her long to find someone to kick it with. She was that social butterfly in any circle.
“Her name’s Harli. I met her at school. We hung out the other night.”
“Don’t call no fuckin’ little ass boys over here, Melanie,” I warned her.
“I’m not, Mama. I just want to chill with Harli.”
I went against my better judgment and allowed her to have her friend come while I was gone. “It’s fine with me. I’ll be back.”
Shutting her door, I continued downstairs and out the front door. Onyx had already placed my key in it for me to lock up behind myself. She was thoughtful when she wanted to be. I hit the locks then hurriedly hopped in the front seat. Onyx pulled off immediately. I was nervous about doing anything in Eastlake, but it was time I saw what all my new residence had to offer. Being cooped up at home or in the shop wasn’t gon’ cut it.
We enjoyed the tunes the radio played as we smoked on a blunt. Letting loose like this barely happened for me. There was no time to really unwind when my day started at six in the morning and didn’t end until ten sometimes. This little break was needed.
For the past two weeks, my shop had grown, and my time went to maintaining a steady and drama free place. It didn’t help that Houston’s homeboys started messaging me asking for a chance, but I kept it cute and cordial. I was a firm believer in birds of a fuckin’ feather flocked together.
He was so worried about himself that he didn’t even realize his friends were the ones that volunteered information about his infidelity. They wanted me bad. All three of them. I saved him heartbreak by turning them down repeatedly because the passes didn’t stop or slow up. And it was the same thing each and every time.Houston don’t know how good he got it. Well, he had no choice but to find out because I dipped faster than a cone in Dairy Queen. I had too much self respect for myself to let anybody play with me like that.
The THC filled my lungs as the night breeze hit me in the face gently. Nothing beat being high and having fun. It was that adult thing no one could take from us. Like, once you were lifted, there wasn’t a soul that could ruin your vibe.
It took us approximately twenty minutes to get to this club called The Hive. The girls from the shop suggested it and we agreed to it. This was home for them, so I assumed they knew not to take us anywhere we couldn’t have a good time. The parking lot was jammed packed, and I knew then, I was getting somewhere with some type of seclusion. Having people standing over me or bumping into me irritated my soul. Whatever needed to be paid for a section, I didn’t mind coughing up the funds.
Onyx grabbed a parking space off to the side and we stepped out heading for the line. I texted Amy and let her know we were here. She informed me to skip the line and give the bouncer our name. They’d already paid for us to get in.
The slurs and name calling me, and Onyx received were much like the ones we got in Atlanta. A mad hoe or broke nigga always had the most mouth. I swear we couldn’t ever step out without somebody getting they little feelings hurt. It wasn’t our fault God did his big one on us and it damn sure wasn’t our fault money talked for us.
We riddled off our names to the man at the door and he kindly moved to the side and let us in. As soon as we stepped inside the DJ had a bomb ass mix spinning. I immediately started doing my infamous two step following Onyx to the bar.
“Where yo’ crew? Did she tell you where to go?” she asked.
“Uhm, no, but let’s sit at the bar for a second and scope the scene. I want to fill the room out first,” I responded copping a seat.
Onyx repeated my actions, and we called off our drinks to the bartender. I settled for a simple Patron and Red Bull while bestie went for a Rum and Coke. We always played it safe anytime we went to an unfamiliar place. If we came here again, the turn up might be different. I scanned the room as I sipped and noticed the vibe was cool. No one looked as if they would turn this from a vibe to murder scene.
My phone vibrating in my clutch caught my attention briefly. I pulled it out and saw it was Amy.
Amy: I see y’all. You want me to come get y’all? We have a section on the second floor away from the crowd.