Page 16 of Same Girl
She swipedthe tears underneath her eyes. “You weren’t here. I would only see you once every other week, and then it dwindled to once every month. Chosen was here, and he made me a priority. He gave me everything that I wanted in terms of patience, romance, affirmations, peace, and reassurance. He rebuilt my self-esteem after my divorce.”
“Then why didn’t you break up with him and tell me the truth, Mya? Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing Fyve, and why didn’t you tell me who you were?”
She turned back to me. “You hurt me too, Chosen. I had the same intentions for you that I had for Fyve.”
“What did I do?”
My heart pounded hard in my chest. I did recall who she was, but I could never recall being cruel to her. I’d heard about prom night and that following Monday morning, but I wasn’t there.
“You ridiculed me. You called me a mouse. Well, I wanted to show you that I was anything but that. You needed to see that I was strong and not afraid of anything!”
“When did I call you a mouse?”
She sniffled and wiped her face. “You were in an art club meeting, and I swung by there to pick up some supplies for a project that I was working on. You were talking with Davina Robinson and Christina Swanson. Before that day, I thought that you were so cool. But I never even thought you knew who I was.”
“Mya, Davina was telling me about what happened that morning after prom. I had no idea who she was talking about until she described you. I said that was cruel.”
“You said it was cruel and that I was nothing but a mouse.”
“I did. Davina asked what I meant, and I explained that mice were shy and quiet, but they were also resilient and resourceful, so those were great traits to have if you learned to work them in your favor.”
“I never heard that part.”
“I don’t know why not, because I said it right after that.”
She shrugged. “I ran away when you called me a mouse.”
“If your ass had not been so uptight, you could have confronted me about that shit.”
“This shit ain’t right, Mya. Do you know how much I’ve sacrificed so that I could be here with you? I pulled up stakes from Atlanta for you, girl,” Fyve declared hotly, jabbing a finger at the ground.
Although my guy was still pissed, he had calmed down a lot from his initial reaction.
“I’m sorry. Obviously, I was wrong, but that doesn’t lessen the impact your actions had on me back then, Fyve.”
“We were dead ass wrong for laughing at you. I’ll admit it. But when I saw how that fucked you up back then, I felt bad. I shouldn’t have done that shit, trying to be cool for the guys. And I was too immature to find you, apologize, and admit that shit. But trust me when I say there wasn’t a day that went past that I didn’t think about you and wish I could make it up. Now, you’re out here dogging a nigga because of something from your past. I thought you wanted to be with me.”
“I do,” she replied softly.
“I pulled up everything for you. I relocated a couple of weeks ago because I wanted to get serious with you. I was going to surprise you. That’s something I’d been planning for the last month.”
“You did?” Mya’s eyes widened in disbelief, and something jerked in my heart. Although she wore my ring, I felt that I was about to lose my girl. My guy was about to snatch her back to him right in my face, and I wasn’t sure how to rock with that.
Mya was my everything. She was the only woman who brought me true happiness and who meant the world to me. I couldn’t lose her, but it wasn’t my decision to make; it was hers.
“Yes, I did, Mya. I love you, girl, and you complete me. Hearing you say you’ll marry my man over here got me wanting to fight for you. What do I need to do to prove to you that I love you? You’re mine, Mya. Are those even your real names?” he asked.
“Yes. I have three middle names. I gave you both a different middle name. I knew you wouldn’t recognize me from high school, not only because of all the weight I had lost, but also because I no longer wore glasses or braces. I still carry my ex-husband’s last name and not my maiden name. People at schoolnever took the time to get to know me, so you only knew my name as D’Aughn Harrison. You didn’t know my other names.”
“God, girl. You’re fucking me up. I love you. All I want is you.”
“I want you too, Fyve. I really do.”
“Mya.” My voice was a calm call in the night, one designed to bring her back to reality and the recognition of our love for each other.
She turned back to me.
“What are you gonna do, gorgeous? You’re wearing my ring, but your heart seems to be with him,” I stated, pointing at the ring and then Fyve.
