Page 20 of Virgo Type Sh*t
When I finally told my mama about Mekole, she wanted to meet her. Roslyn knew if I told her about a female, then I was serious about the female. My mama told my brother and me to not bring a bunch of hot ass girls in front of her. We knew her well enough to know that if she said it, then she meant it. Mekole was nervous to meet my family, but she was excited. The first thing that my mother said after she met Mekole was that she was beautiful.
“The new model that we just got in is so gorgeous that I think I am going to purchase one and lay down some roots,” Mekole casually said. I saw her try to peek at me discreetly.
My head snapped in her direction. “Word, that new model is nice as hell. We could definitely get that. I’ve been thinking about upgrading my house for a lil minute now.”
I heard my dad and O.J. snicker at my response, but I didn’t give a damn. I planned to ask her to move in with me soon anyway. This was perfect timing.
When Mekole shifted in her seat, I knew she was about to say some shit that I wouldn’t like. “No, I want to own my own property. You can still upgrade your house, but I will have my own.”See, that Virgo shit!
My gaze stuck on her for a moment. I couldn’t say that I was shocked that she wanted her own space. We established quiet times within our relationship, where I left her alone for a certain amount of time to have her me time or whatever. When she wanted to sleep in bed alone, that was cool. I bought me a comfortable ass air mattress to sleep right next to the damn bed. A smile eventually found my face accompanied with a nod. “Bet.”
Her face was clouded with concern. She knew that my bets came with all the shits.Let the shits begin.
A Very Short Time Later . . .
“Baby, we’re about to go to the bar. You want another beer?” Mekole asked me. After I confirmed that I did, she and the women left the section.
The friend circle decided to hang out tonight at Club Lit. It was beyond me why the ladies went to the bar when we had a bottle girl. We didn’t do the Boss Suite tonight. Instead, we were in the biggest, upper VIP section. My brother and Casey werechilling with us tonight. Casey found himself a lil one that he’d been mixing with for about a month now. He wanted to feel her out with the other women since now he was in thecouple’s cliqueas he called it.
I leaned forward in my seat to see the rest of the guys. The way that the section was set up, it had oval shaped seating. You could see everyone in the section for the most part. “Aye, them girls plottin’. Why they went to the bar when the waitress coulda got da drinks?”
“Man, I’m not worried about any plot that Ruth has. God will block it,” Mega said confidently. “No weapon formed against me outside of my wife’s holy vagina shall prosper.”Niggas always go too damn far.
I wasn’t about to play with his ass. From the tight expression on everyone’s face, neither were they. I sat back to enjoy my beer until my baby got back. It took them almost fifteen minutes to come back to the section. My beer finished almost ten minutes ago. “Baby, look who I met at the bar,” Mekole announced when she came into the section. I heard my brother mutteroh shitand I knew it was bullshit before my head turned in that direction.
Why the hell is Nanette with Mekole?Nanette was the last bitch that I fucked with before I made things official with Mekole. The last time that I fucked with her was the afternoon before I made it official. I didn’t give her an explanation of why I stopped fucking with her because we were just fuck friends. I didn’t owe her an explanation, and she knew what it was. Why her ass was with my woman was beyond me, but whatever the reason was, she didn’t look like she wanted to be.
“What’s good, Nanette?” That was all I had for her. I was not going to fall into any traps by saying too damn much. From the scowl on all the women’s faces, I knew that she said something out of the way. Even Ruth had a look of disgust on her face.
She sized me up. “I’m good. It’s been a minute since I heard from you.” Her attitude sat on her shoulders. “What’s up wit’ that?”
She was playing with it because it was no secret that I had an ole lady. When I did post, she was all over my social media. Nanette followed me long enough before I blocked her to know that I was in a relationship with Mekole. About three weeks after I made it official with my baby, Nanette felt it necessary to send me a pussy video, so I blocked her disrespectful ass.
Before I could respond to her asinine question, Mekole stepped in. “T.J., it’s really the funniest coincadink.”Her voice is way too calm.“I was at the bar with my girls, minding all of my own business, and Miss Nanette asked me if I knew you.” She turned her face to Nanette, and her eyelids fluttered. “I thought that was a crazy question. If she asked, then she clearly knew, but I love a game like the next bitch.”
During the moment of silence, I side-eyed all the men who were tuned in. Mega’s stupid ass looked like a whole nosy, messy bitch, with one leg crossed over the other and his elbow on his knee. Both of his brows were hiked up, and I knew he was fully vested.
“When I told her that I knew you, she asked me if I could put in a word for her. She wanted to get some more of that . . . What did you call it, Nanette?” My baby stood there and stared at this girl like she really expected her to answer the question.Please don’t say shit, dumb ass girl.
When I saw Nanette’s lips split apart to make room for the dumb ass words that I knew would flow out, I dropped my head. “I called it dope dick. Mekole, is it?”
“Whew wee!” Mega blurted. “I haven’t been a part of a murder scene in a long ass time. Ruth, you gotta let me have this one. We can pray about it later.”
His wife told him to shut up before she moved to sit next to him. Mekole tittered at Nanette’s attempt to be petty. “Fiona, Galiana, did y’all hear that?”
Galiana shook her head. She glared at dumb ass. “Bitch, you’re in danger and don’t even realize it.” She moved past her to sit next to her husband.
I wasn’t sure if Galiana’s words triggered Nanette, but I saw the moment shit shifted to the left. Nanette crossed her arms over herself. “Um, no bitch puts fear in my heart. Ain’t a bitch in ya can beat my ass.”
When I saw Fiona step forward, I stood.Oh shit!“Nanette, um, don’t you got some friends to get back to or some shit?”
“Don’t try to save her, T.J.,” Fiona said with an eerie tone. “She wanted to be funny when she knew what she was doing when she started this silly ass game, so let her get her silly ass prize. Mekole, what are you trying to do?”
I swear, all the other times that I came to this club, the music was louder than it is now. I wasn’t sure if it was because it was a weekday that it seemed like the music was at a hush.Someone turn the fucking music up.I didn’t want my baby to act up because if Nanette bucked, I couldn’t be sure that I wouldn’t buck. I wouldn’t give a fuck about her being a female.
Mekole’s smile was beautiful, sexy, and psy-fucking-chotic. “Nanette, when you think of your funeral, do you think whether you’d want an open casket, closed casket, or cremation?” Her head went back as a laugh came from her pit. When her eyes met Nanette’s eyes, the laughing was over. “What the hell am I saying! They don’t have open caskets for people with their faces blown off. So, is it going to be closed casket or cremation?”
Nanette’s fair skin flushed a peculiar shade of pink, but she recovered quickly. I wished she was the type of female who knew when to say when, but alas, she was not. She was one of thoseIcan beat everybody’s assCharleston girls. “Bitch, what the fuck you—”Down goes dumb ass.
