Page 17 of I Don't Want You Back

“Oh no, ladies, we need to calm down. We’re grown ass women and there will be no fighting,” Harley said as she got in between them.

She was happy that the music was loud because they were doing too much. Monica was always coming for Faryn and she was obviously sick of it. Harley didn’t blame her for clapping back, but she didn’t want them to fight or make a scene.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Faryn said as she shook her head in disgust.

“Are you okay? You want me to come with you?” Harley offered.

“I’m good, but I’m sick of that bad built gorilla looking bitch. I’m tired of pretending that I don’t hear the slick shit that comes out of her mouth. She better not let the cute face fool her. I’ll fuck her up and fix my makeup after,” Faryn replied.

“Don’t let Monica get to you. She’s jealous and we both know that. Give me your phone and purse while you go to the bathroom. These hoes are master pickpockets around this way,” Harley noted.

Faryn handed her friend her stuff and made her way through the crowd. She got stopped a million times along the way, but she finally made it to the bathroom. The line was long as hell, but Faryn couldn’t wait. She looked over at the men’s bathroom and was tempted to go inside. That was like stepping into the lion’s den, so she quickly abandoned that idea. The three glasses of wine that she drank were running through her and she had to cross her legs to keep from pissing on herself. It wasn’t that bad at first but, the closer she got to the bathroom, the stronger the urge to go became.

“Ugh! This bitch is throwing up all over the bathroom!” some girl yelled when she walked out of the bathroom frowning.

“Y’all can’t use that bathroom. There’s vomit all over the floors,” another girl walked out behind her and said.

Faryn, along with some of the other women who were waiting, sighed in frustration. A few women stayed there and waited, but most of the women in line turned and walked away. Faryn was stuck for a minute, but she finally decided to walk away too.

“Shit!” Faryn hissed as she turned around and ran right into someone.

“Whoa. Slow down my baby,” a masculine voice said while grabbing her arm.

Faryn looked up ready to apologize, when she looked into Landon’s smiling face. He looked like a walking orgasm with his smooth like butter chocolate skin. The Versace polo style shirt that he had on hugged his muscles, and Faryn wanted to jump on him right there in public. His jeans hung low on his waist, but it wasn’t trashy like some of the other men who she saw. Most of the men in the club tried hard to look the part, but Landon was born for the role. There was nothing fake about his designer labels and he wore them well.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Reynolds,” Faryn apologized.

“Girl, if you don’t knock it off with that Mr. Reynolds stuff. You make me sound like an old ass man. Just call me Landon,” he replied.

“Sorry, Landon,” Faryn apologized again.

“It’s cool, but where are you rushing off to?” Landon asked.

“I was going to the bathroom, but somebody threw up in there. I feel like I’m about to pee on myself,” Faryn said as she crossed her legs and rocked back and forth.

“Come on, I got you,” Landon said as he grabbed her hand.

“Landon no, wait a second,” Faryn protested when she saw him walking towards the men’s bathroom.

She’d briefly entertained the idea of going in there, but she abandoned the idea just as quickly as it came. The men’s bathroom was probably worse than the women’s and she didn’t want no parts of it.

“Your outfit it too cute for you to be pissing on yourself. Come on, I got you,” Landon said as he opened the door and looked inside.

There was only one person in there, so he waited by the door with Faryn until the other man washed his hands and came out.

“Come on,” Landon said as he grabbed her hand and made his way inside.

“I’m scared,” Faryn admitted as she looked around nervously.

“I got you, baby girl. Nobody is gonna come in here,” Landon promised as he stood guard at the door.

“Are you sure?” Faryn asked him.

“I promise,” Landon assured her.

“Okay,” Faryn said as she ran to one of the stalls and locked the door.

Surprisingly, the bathroom was cleaner than she thought it would be. Her bladder was full, and she appreciated Landon more than he knew. Faryn pulled down her pants and squatted over the black porcelain right, as someone started banging on the bathroom door. She was a nervous mess as she relieved herself as quickly as she could. It felt like she would never stop and the banging on the door had her shook.

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