It took him a while to open up to me, but after a few months, he finally vented, telling me that Summer supposedly said that she intentionally dated somebody else, because she still felt a way about his dealings with me.
Personally, I called bullshit. That bitch was just using reverse psychology, because she really wanted to do her, out there in L.A. And since then, she’d been using me as a scapegoat. Wouldn’t get back with Breeze but was still fucking him. Which told me that he wasn’t trying to commit to me, or nobody else, because he was still chasing after Summer’s ass.
Most times, I hated to hear the bitch’s name, and hated Breeze’s honesty, when it came to his dealings with her. He always answered her calls. Had all her books on his bookshelves. Was always posting and promoting anything she touched.
Frankly, it always felt like they were still together. Just in an open relationship that they didn’t share with the public. And neither of them could really handle seeing the other with other people. Perhaps, that was why Breeze had attacked the guy Summer called herself bringing home, that time.
Breeze had literally broken the dude’s nose, and ended up having to pay that man a hundred thousand, not to press charges.
Of course, when I got wind of the situation, I thought that paying that type of money over a simple fight was absorb. Especially when the fight happened at his parents’, where I’m sure that most eye witnesses accounts would be in his favor. However, my tune changed quickly once I learned that Breeze had actually pistol whipped the dude.
“Look, I’m not going to a fucking hotel tonight,” I sniffed. “So, if Summer is coming too, then so be it.”
***
Breeze didn’t really care for clubs, but would step out occasionally. And sometimes when the deejay was on point and the shots kicked in, he’d actually turn up. So, I was expectinghim to get lit for my birthday. Instead, he was sitting back, watching me and Summer drive the boat.
No lie, going into the night had been awkward. After Breeze told me that she was going to the club with us, I wasn’t expecting to step into the living room, and find her already standing near the door. But there she was.
Summer’s hair was burgundy and blonde and done up in dramatic curls, with a burgundy ushanka hat on top of that. Her burgundy cropped coat was a mixture of leather and fur, along with her thigh-high matching boots. Her jeans appeared painted on, while her distressed sweater showed a tactful amount of skin. Moncler snowseeker sunglasses framed her eyes. Then the leather and fur Chanel bag, really gave rich bitch energy.
Seeing her…I really wanted to run back into the room, and redress. Try again. Level up. The problem was that I only had the clothes that I’d packed in my suitcase, and the fit I was wearing was the best I could bring.
“Hey,” she spoke flatly. “Happy birthday.”
I sighed. “Thank you.”
Breeze waltzed into the living room. “Okay. Y’all ready?”
“Yeah,” Summer answered, while applying a coating of lip gloss to her lips, while simultaneously chewing a piece of gum. “Let’s go.” She looked him up and down.
I don’t even think the nigga was conscious of his behavior, as he stepped up to Summer and pressed his body against hers. I swear that he was craning his neck to kiss her, until she cleared her throat.
“It’s ya girl’s birthday, remember? Show some respect.”
He paused, just inches away from her lips. “You think you fucking funny, huh?”
She confidently smirked, before lightly shoving him back. “Nigga, you aint seen nothing yet.”
I think in that moment…I began hating Summer with a new, stronger type of passion, because it was clear that we didn’t have the same version of Breeze orRickyas she called him. Summer had Ricky wrapped around her finger, to the point that he couldn’t even reel it back in, for the sake of not hurting my feelings.
Nevertheless, we had a driver for that night, so all three of us were in the back. With Breeze in the middle. And the entire fucking time, he was leaning in her direction, studying her fucking phone, as she scrolled.
Eventually, she called him out. “Can you fucking move?” She smacked on some gum, while mushing his head back. “You literally got pussy sitting next to you. And you’re living. Doing the shit. I haven’t tried to stop shit. If you fuck her tonight, then I can’t do shit about it. So, stay the hell out of my phone.”
“You really wanna play this stupid ass game, huh?” He spoke in her ear, but not low enough that I couldn’t hear.
Sliding my tongue across my teeth, I knew that they were having an inside conversation, and I was probably nothing more than a pawn, right then.
Gazing out of the window, a few tears slipped from my eyes, as I hated the position I was in.
In my world, I was usually one of the most attractive in the room. Niggas loved me. Girls were jealous of me. So, this whole situation was new to me. I wasn’t number one, and that was incredibly humbling. However, instead of throwing in the towel, I decided that I would put up a fight, because I hated losing.
So, I stepped into the club with Breeze and Summer. There were bottles already on ice for us in the section, and I immediately turned up a bottle of Dom P. Surprisingly, Summer turned the bottle up too. Then without exchanging nothing more than looks, we both got drunk. Together.
Summer was moving to the music, and that seemed to capture Breeze’s attention. He was staring at her, as she seductively rolled her hips.
Knowing that I could do it better, I dropped it low, and bounced my ass. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that Breeze’s attention was now on me.
