“You were supposed to spend the next two weeks in bed with her, but instead, you’re in my game room with us. I doubt we’re better company,” adds Nix.
I don’t respond to him, instead I take a drink of my beer. I feel like a raging river, my emotions being tossed about, and I can’t stop from going underneath the murky surface.
“Talk to us man, we can help,” continues Nix.
He’s a persistent son of a bitch.
Nix and Dee are playing air hockey, while I sit in a chair watching the battle.
“Cocoa is a fucking slut.”
“Whoa man, what brought this on?” asks Dee as he straightens from the table.
“You two were hot and heavy, and now this.” Nix raises an eyebrow.
“She’s a fucking vixen. She’ll spread her legs freely for anyone.”
“Come on, she made you a better person. I can’t believe you’re talking about her like that,” Dee yells.
I stand up and throw my beer bottle against the wall. Glass shatters everywhere. I gave her the power to break me.
“She was seen with Jake,” I shout.
“Seen doing what with Jake?” asks Nix.
“She was walking through the mall with him.”
“Who told you this?” asks Dee.
“Victoria showed me pictures.”
“So, Victoria showed you pictures of Cocoa walking through the mall with Jake? I’m not following. What does that prove? They could’ve just bumped into each other. Did you ask her about it?” asks Nix.
My look is answer enough for them.
“Come on Maverick, use your fucking brain. Victoria will say anything to separate Cocoa and you.” Dee throws his hands in the air, exasperated.
“In one picture, Jake had his arms wrapped around her waist, and in another, it looks as if they were kissing. They were fucking smiling, having a good time.” I can barely control my anger.
“I call bullshit,” says Dee.
“I saw the fucking picture myself, damn it!”
“Maverick, a picture can tell a thousand different stories. You should’ve asked Cocoa about it, not jumped to conclusions. Call her and talk to her. Give her a chance to explain,” says Nix.
Victoria is vindictive, but I was too blind by jealousy to use my common sense.
I walk out of the room to call Cocoa in private. I call and text her continuously for thirty minutes, but she doesn’t answer.
I walk back into the game room. “She won’t answer my calls or respond to my texts. I’m going over to her house. I’ll see you guys later.”
I scream when I walk out of the bathroom to find Maverick sitting on my bed. I just got out of the shower, so only a small towel is wrapped around my body.
“Maverick, get the fuck out of my house. I have nothing to say to you.”
“What the fuck is your problem?”
“You’re my fucking problem, Maverick. You can’t let yourself into my house whenever you feel like it.”
