“So they say,” she smirks. “So, what happened? You gon spill or not?”
I nod before recounting the story of everything that went on last week. I told her about how Trelyn falsely reported me for popping pills, which resulted in my stuff being searched and me being reprimanded without proof. I told her about the almost fight we had and how Dawn had to get me out of there. I also told her about how she’d fired her with no hesitation and stood up to her aunt for me. It was a lot, and just thinking about it again left me feeling more exhausted.
“Damn, that bitch irks my nerves, and I’ve never even met her!” Ginger huff, referring to Trelyn. “Oooh, I wish I were there! I would’ve knocked some sense into that witch. You want me to find out where she stays so we can go slash her tires?”
“No, it’s okay,” I assured her with a laugh. “I’m over it. Well…I want to forget about it. I’m not giving it any more attention than I need to. She’s not about to ruin my day. I’m home in my bed with my favorite person in the world.”
“Mmhm, don’t let Dawn hear you say that,” she teased, and I was back to rolling my eyes again as I playfully pushed her shoulder. “Speaking of Dawn, where is she? I know she dropped you off, but she didn’t want to stay for a bit?”
“She had to go home to help her parents with some stuff,” I replied. “But she said that she’d be over later. Oh, speaking of which, she wanted me to ask if you’d like to join her friends and me for a drink tonight? I know you haven’t met them yet, but I think you’re gonna love them.”
“Shit, you know I’m down,” she nodded. “Are her friends single? Actually, more importantly, are they queer women?”
“Well, I don’t think Esmé is single, but that doesn’t stop her from flirting,” I shake my head. “But last I checked, Sammie is single and very much a lesbian.”
“Oooh, describe her to me,” she asks, excitedly.
“I can do you one better,” I say, pulling my phone from my pocket. I go over to IG and pull up her page before handingthe phone to her. One look and she’s gasping. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Wait wait wait. Do younotknow who this is? IT’S FREAKIN’ PRODUCER SAMMIE FRENCH?!” she exclaims. I nod, still confused at her excitement. “Raine, sweetheart, this is one of the most sought-after producers in the country. She has worked on tracks for all of the big-name artists! Even booking a meeting with her is more than what most people can afford. I mean, not me, but you know, the average everyday person.”
“Nice?”
“God, you havegotto get more up to date with pop culture, Rainey,” she huffs. “I love you, bestie, I do, but you’re so out of the loop that I worry about you sometimes.”
“Whatever, loser,” I laugh, hitting her with a pillow. “Let me get some sleep before we have to get ready for tonight. I need all of my energy before I have to be around so many people again.”
“Yeah, let me go rest of too,” she nodded as she climbed out of the bed. “I need to be well rested if I wanna put all this charm on Sammie. You know I love me a fluffy stud. I’m tryna sit on her face tonight.”
“Girl, get out!” I yell, laughing as I throw another pillow.
She squealed, dodging just in time before sticking her tongue out at me. I picked up another pillow, and she scurried out of the room, closing the door behind her. I fell back on the bed right as my phone vibrated. I picked it up and smiled when I saw a message from Dawn. I open it.
Dawn
I miss you. Can’t wait to see you tonight. You gon wear something cute for me?
I miss you too And ofc I am
Dawn
You gon mess around and have me exploring your body in the back seat of my SUV
lol don’t tempt me with a good time
We continued to flirt via text for the next ten minutes until she FaceTimed me, and then I was face-to-face with the woman who managed to steal my breath away every chance she got. A quick check-in session turned into a few hours as we giggled like schoolgirls. By the time we got off the phone, I needed to start getting dressed for tonight.
So much for that nap, huh?
9:43 PM
When Ginger and I pulled up to the club we were meeting the others at, we could hear the music bumping from the parking lot. We managed to snag a spot that someone had just pulled out of, and after giving the bouncer my name, we entered the club. I craned my neck to see if I could spot Dawn when I felt hands on my hips. I turned around, ready to smack the fuck out of the person, but stopped when my eyes landed on Dawn.
She looked so good in the dark blue, buttoned-down short-sleeved shirt and black jeans. The top two buttons were unfastened, highlighting the silver chain she wore around her neck. She smiled, and I could feel my knees go weak just by being in her presence. As my eyes traveled up her face, I noticed that her hair was different, and my hand immediately reached up to touch it.
“Your hair,” I gasped. She lowered her head so I could get a closer look. Long gone were the luscious curls that flowed down her back. In their place was a head full of short, soft, tight curls that brought attention to her pretty eyes and gorgeous cheekbones. The style suited her so well. “You cut it.”
“You like it?” she asks, standing back to her full height with a smile. I nodded, still stuck on how good she looked. “I wanted to try something new. I’ve always wanted to go short, but have been nervous about it. Then I figured that I might as well go through with it since I only ever wore my hair up in a bun anyway.”
