“Chill.” Dee elbows me in the arm.
“I’m cool.”
He pointedly stares at my hands lying on the table, and I follow his gaze. Both are balled into tight fists and blood seeps between my knuckles. The pain hits me then. I stretch my fingers and grab some napkins to stop the bleeding.
“You have it bad for her, Mav.” Nix sighs. “Why are you fighting it?”
“Don’t start your Cocoa-is-the-answer-to-all-your-problems speech.”
Dee scrubs a hand down his face. “Just let go, man, and give it a chance.”
“And be a loving, doting boyfriend?” I scoff. “That’s not me.”
“It could be,” Nix says.
“Neither of you have girlfriends.”
“That’s because we enjoy the bachelor lifestyle too much to ever give it up,” Nix responds.
“Well, so do I.”
Dee cocks an eyebrow. “When was the last time you had sex?”
I shrug. “I don’t remember.”
He jabs his index finger in my direction. “Exactly.”
“What’s your point?” I ask, annoyed.
“My point is, you used to fuck a different girl almost every other day, but now all you do is obsess over Cocoa.”
“Haven’t found a girl that holds my interest.”
“Dude, come on. It’s me you’re talking to.” Dee gestures towards himself. “The girl could have a wart the size of Texas on her nose and you’d still fuck her, because your onlyinterestis busting a nut.”
“And I will add we finished eating an hour ago, but yet we’re still here,” Nix deadpans. “Don’t get me wrong, watching you watch Cocoa is very thrilling, but I have better things to do.”
“I second that.”
I flip them the bird and scoot out of the booth. “Let’s go.”
“Oh, now he’s in a rush to leave since Cocoa split with motorcycle guy,” Dee mumbles.
Nix chuckles. “Yep.”
Fucking assholes.
We cruise town for nearly an hour before heading to my house. I dash inside and make a beeline for my bedroom. I find Lo and Micah lying on my bed.
“What’s up, chica?” Lo greets me.
I dive onto the bed and shower both of them in kisses, crying my eyes out.
“No crying,” Lo demands. “This is a happy moment.”
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist touching my hot bod.” Micah lays a wet one on my cheek.
I sock him in the shoulder in mock outrage. Just then, Saint walks in.
