Page 16 of I Don't Want You Back

Chapter 5

“What’s up beautiful? Can I buy you a drink?” a man walked up to Faryn and asked.

It was her third offer in less than an hour, but she wasn’t interested. Someone else had just purchased her third glass of wine a few minutes before and she was still sipping on it.

“No, I’m fine, but thanks anyway.” Faryn smiled as she held up her glass for him to see.

“Okay, maybe later then,” he replied before walking away.

“The fuck did she come for if she gon’ be acting all stuck up?” Monica said to Harley, loud enough for Faryn to hear.

“How is she acting stuck up? She was polite and she smiled. Besides, she already got a drink,” Harley said, defending her girl.

“Who comes to a club and orders wine?” Monica asked, making Harley frown.

Harley and Monica had met at the nail salon two years before and they had been cool ever since. Monica had three kids with three different men and she was a true hater. If she saw someone doing just a little better than her, she always had something negative to say about them. The first day she laid eyes on Faryn at Harley’s apartment, she decided that she didn’t like her. Monica didn’t even know the other woman’s name at the time. Her sister, Felicia, was the same way, but she wasn’t as bad as Monica. Felica had two kids as well, but they were by the same man. She was supposed to be with them that night, but she couldn’t find a babysitter. Monica left her kids home with her newest man, which was crazy in Harley’s opinion.

“Maybe she would fit in more if she guzzled down a few Heinekens and Corona’s like you,” Harley laughed after a while.

“I’ll pass on that. I’m not trying to get no beer belly,” Faryn said as she looked over at Monica’s swollen gut.

Monica had five empty beer bottles in front of her and had just ordered another one. No one had offered to buy her a drink and she was salty about that as well.

“I know she ain’t trying to talk about me!” Monica yelled angrily.

“Chill out with all that Monica. Let’s just enjoy ourselves without all the extra,” Harley replied.

Faryn had turned her head and tuned out the entire conversation. She was ready to go, and she regretted not taking her own car. Hell, she regretted agreeing to go with Harley to the club at all. She had been getting hit on and groped all night and she was over it all.

“I wish my sister was here. I know I would have had a good time for sure,” Monica said.

“I thought you said that Felicia didn’t have a babysitter,” Harley reminded her.

“Not Felicia, my other sister. Her son is at her house, so she couldn’t make it,” Monica said.

“Oh,” Harley said with a roll of her eyes.

Monica and Felicia looked up to their younger sister, Malia, for some reason. Harley didn’t know why because she was a sad ass woman in her opinion. She had never met her, but Monica told her all about how she’d left her husband and kids to be with some nigga who sold dope and beat on her. Monica said that her husband had a good job with money, but her sister still wasn’t satisfied. Some women had more luck than sense and their sister sounded like the type. Malia apparently drove a nice car and wore expensive clothes and Monica thought that was the life. She didn’t see anything wrong with what her sister did, and she always told her so. Harley thought she was a little envious of her sister, but Monica always denied it.

“What time are we leaving?” Faryn asked as she tapped Harley’s arm, interrupting their little private conversation.

“We just got here a little while ago. And you don’t have to work tomorrow, so you can’t use that as an excuse,” Harley replied.

“I know I don’t have to work. I was just asking,” Faryn replied.

“You got mad niggas trying to get at you, bitch. You need to let somebody knock the cob webs off that coochie,” Harley laughed.

“Bitch, please. These niggas got on more fake jewelry than a two-dollar hoe. I’ve never seen so many imitation labels before in my life. The bitch at the end of the bar used red tape to make her red bottoms. I’m over it,” Faryn said, making Harley double over with laughter.

“Well, everybody ain’t able to live in fancy apartments and wear thousand-dollar shoes,” Monica butted in with an attitude.

“And that’s fine, but why pretend? It’s a lot of stuff that I can’t afford and I’m okay with that. But, what I’m not gonna do is try to recreate the shit on my own. I’m not wearing Miguel Kors if I can’t afford to buy Michael,” Faryn said, taking a shot at Monica’s knock-off hand bag.

The inauthentic Louie Vuitton leggings with the matching shirt screamed flea market, but Monica thought she was the shit. Add her burgundy wig and cheap leather boots to the equation and she was a hot ass mess. Harley was cute in a black cat suit that she paired with a coral blazer. Her hair was parted down the middle and flat ironed straight. Faryn was cute and classy in some wide legged pants and the matching crop top. The outfit was navy and white, so she put on her canary yellow red bottoms to make it pop. Her makeup was light, and her hair was wind curled and bouncy.

“Bitch, you got the right one. I’ll mop the floor with your conceited ass!” Monica yelled as she made a move towards Faryn.

“Do I look scared bitch?” Faryn questioned as she stood her ground and waited.

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