Page 19 of Same Girl
I lifted Mya and carried her out with her screaming in my ear, “Put me down, Chosen!”
I ignored her screams and kicks as I tugged on her dress to cover her ass. When we stood in the parking lot, I let her down.
“So you wanna be outside showing ya ass now?” I asked, pointing at her tiny dress.
She tugged at it and rolled her eyes. “I don’t owe either of you an explanation about what I do.”
“You’s a damn lie!” Fyve shouted.
Her friends ran out of the club and gathered around us.
“We broke up, remember?” Mya screamed.
I looked at Fyve and scrunched up my face. “You recall us breaking up with her?”
“Nah, nigga. Shit, she’s still wearing your ring,” Fyve stated and pointed at her hand.
I cheesed and nodded. “Yep, still my woman.”
“Mine too, nigga. Till I say otherwise, yo’ ass belongs to me,” Fyve declared, pointing at her.
“These are problems I’m trying to have,” her friend Verity stated.
“You two are unbelievable,” she cried out through clenched teeth.
“No, baby girl, that’s you. You’re the one who wanted two men. Now handle our asses,” I challenged, crossing my arms over my chest.
Her friends were looking back and forth at our argument like it was a tennis match.
“You don’t have the right to do this shit!” she shouted at Fyve and me.
“Aye, shorty. You can’t just ghost niggas after the bullshit you pulled. You still wearing this nigga’s ring!” Fyve snapped and pointed out again.
“You’re foul, Mya. You’re real foul,” I declared. “You owe us some answers, pretty girl. Best believe we’re gonna get them.”
“Do I though? Again, . . . I don’t recall discussions of exclusivity.” Mya crossed her arms over her chest as her friend Verity stepped forward.
“Mya, you have to do the right thing. You’re embarrassed about getting caught, but make it right with them.”
“Verity, don’t?—”
“Listen, Mya, she’s right. Maybe not tonight because it’s our girl’s birthday. But you need to make shit right.” Tessa chimed in.
Mya huffed and glared at Fyve and me. “Fine. We’ll talk, but it will be on my terms, in my time.”
Fyve smirked maliciously, winked, and replied. “Bet, li’l mama. Come on, Chosen. Let’s bounce.”
I didn’t want to, but I did. We would get to the bottom of things, but it would be on my timing, and not hers.
Can You Stand The Rain
Frustration filledme when I pulled into my driveway after a long day on my feet. The last thing that I wanted was to argue, but it seemed like that was what Fyve and Chosen were on, because they were both parked in my driveway.
As soon as I climbed out of the car, Chosen climbed off his motorcycle, and Fyve climbed out of his truck. Neither of them spoke as they walked up the driveway and up the steps to my porch, where I unlocked the door.
They stepped into the house after me.
“Listen, it’s been a long day. I’m hot, tired, and hungry. There’s a storm brewing, and I heard it’s going to be bad. I justwant to cook a hot meal before the power goes out, because it generally does.”
