A tall, stocky guy approached me, breaking my attention on Shakur.
“Uh, no, I’m okay, thanks,” I said with a smile. He nodded and walked away. When I looked at Shakur again, he had an angry scowl on his face.
I wanted to go over to him and ask him what the problem was since he didn’t want to speak to me earlier, but chose to stay in my seat.
My friend handed me a drink, which I happily took.
Sometime later, I looked over at Shakur again for some reason, to find him talking to another female. There were a group of girls who Hayden had called into our section. I sat there and watched as he whispered something to her that caused a huge smile to cover her face.
I gasped. My mouth fell, and I felt my heart race. I wasn’t able to stop looking at them, and I didn’t like the feeling I felt brewing inside of me. And then anger took over.
I sucked my teeth. Fuck him, I wasn’t gonna let him bother me.
Since he was entertaining himself, I decided I was gonna find me a nigga to make me smile too. Seeing that same dude, who’d asked me to dance, I walked over to him.
“What’s good?” He smiled at me, flashing bottom grills. I almost changed my mind because I didn’t care for a man who wore grills, but he was cute enough.
“You still wanna dance?” I asked him, and he nodded before putting his drink down and standing up. I turned around and pushed my ass into his crotch, then I started moving my hips.
I felt his dick stand up almost immediately, and that put a smile on my face. Knowing he was feeling me, I made sure to grind my ass on him.
I flicked my eyes up, expecting Shakur to be watching, but instead, he was too busy still talking to that girl.
Instantly, I felt an attitude rush over me. A jealousy hit me like I’d never felt before.
Do I like him!
Hell no. There was no way I liked a rude ass nigga like Shakur.
I looked at him again, and this time he was looking at me with his top lip curled in disgust.
His face made me stop dancing. Shame hitting me hard.
I looked down at my feet before looking at him again. The girl reached up to touch his face, and I felt myself spiral. I angrily bit into my bottom lip, watching them as I felt my tears gather in my eyes.
No, I don’t like him. I fucking hate him!
That was what I told myself until before I could stop it, I found myself in that girl’s face, mushing the fuck outta her. She tripped over her own feet and landed on her ass.
“The fuck are you doing, Trini!” Shakur yelled at me. He tried to step around me, probably to help that bitch up, but I wish to God that he would. I shoved him back and stepped in his face.
“I dare you to help her up, Shakur! You got me soooo fucked up right now, letting that bitch touch your face right in front of me!” I screamed. He just laughed, like I wasn’t important, and waved me off.
“You gonna talk to another bitch in my face?”
Shakur grabbed me by the neck and pushed me up against the wall.
“The fuck you worried for, Trini, when you worried about Havoc?!” he snarled.
Tears pooled in my eyes and fell down my face.
My feelings were hurt just seeing him talking to another female in my face. It wasn’t the same feeling as I had for Havoc, and I knew right then that I had fallen for Shakur. All those years I followed behind Havoc, knowing and expecting him to marry Ocean, and I didn’t care. I was willing to have any part of him, even if I had to share with Ocean. I acted out after Kairi because I told myself that had I made a move, maybe it could have been me, but yet, I fell apart at just seeing Shakur have a conversation with another girl.
I was willing to share Havoc, but the thought of sharing Shakur made tears pour down my face.
“I don’t want you talking to another girl,” I sniveled. He looked at me and shook his head.
“I ain’t about to share you with another nigga either, Trini. You can’t have me and have Havoc too?—”
