Page 11 of Ony If It's You
“No,” Celeste said with her foot still in the doorway stopping the elevator from closing.
“Why? We need to come up and help you guys with her,” I argued.
Family or not, I didn’t abandon my friends, especially when they were in the state that Brooke was in.
The cousin spoke up. “Girl, we have her. Y’all are still able to party and shit, and hell, we paid for the section already, so just go back. She’s fine. We promise to keep you updated.”
Hesitantly, I nodded and stepped back. We stood there until the doors closed. Again, Celeste and I shared a look before she shrugged and walked away. Rushing after her, I grabbed her bicep to stop her.
“Wait where are you going? They were acting weird. Why didn’t they want us to come up?”
“Who knows and who cares? Hell, I only gave push back just to say that I did. Let them bitches take care of her." She pointed. “Let’s go to that bar over there.”
Looking over, I saw the bar area and noticed that no one was there except for two guys at the very end of it. Glancing behind me at the elevator one last time, I shook my head and followed my friend over to the bar and climbed onto a barstool. The bartender walked over seconds later.
“What can I get you two beautiful ladies?” he asked.
“Ay, baby,” Celeste called out to the men at the opposite end of the bar. The one with the short locs looked our way and smirked.
“Me?” He palmed his chest.
“Yep, come here.” She beckoned him over using her index finger.
“What are you doing?” I whispered through clenched teeth after grabbing her hand down.
Ignoring me, she faced the good-looking man that had planted himself on the other side of her.
“What are you and your friend drinking?”
He grinned. “Why? You buying us something?”
“Imagine that.” Celeste scoffed. “It’s the exact opposite. You guys are about to buy me and my friend’s drinks.”
“What?” the one planted in his seat still questioned. When I looked his way, I got a good look at his face and noticed that he was JV Goldsmith, the famous boxer from back home. I only knew who he was because Si was a huge fan. What were the odds that he would be here at the same time as us.
With my eyes still trained on him, I reached behind me to tap and grab Celeste until she finally gave me her attention.
“What, bitch?” she hissed, knocking my hand down.
“Look.” I pointed. “That’s JV Goldsmith.”
“Who?” she quizzed, looking around me.
“JV Goldsmith,” I repeated. “The famous boxer from back home.”
“Oh.” She finally realized who we were talking about. “The one who almost killed that man on TV a few months ago.”
She was so loud that I knew everyone in close vicinity heard her ignorant ass. I was so embarrassed and lowkey scared when he finally looked our way wearing a scowl. Bending my arm and sending it backward, I elbowed her rude ass. They stayed trashing his name in the media so I could only imagine how it felt hearing someone say it while he was out.
“Ouch, bitch.” She shoved me a little. “What?”
“That was rude,” I hissed.
“It’s true.” She shrugged and I elbowed her again. “Ouch, fine! Hey, Mr. JV sir, I apologize. I didn’t have to say that.”
“It’s cool,” he mumbled after a few moments of silence. “Nique, I’m up.”
He pulled a few bills from his pocket and tossed them on the bar top before standing. I felt horrible knowing that he was likely leaving because of what my best friend had said to him, so I reached to stop him.
