She did a little dance in her seat and raised the volume of the music she was playing. I laughed but danced in my seat with her.
Kaleo or no Kaleo, tonight was still going to be a good night.
Allur and I headed back to her place, took showers, changed our clothes and headed out.
When we walked in, she immediately led us toward JV. It was almost scary how she seemed to just know exactly where he was.
He was sitting with three other men and two women. He introduced me to each of them and I shook their hands even though I felt like I couldn’t even focus well enough to retain the information. They invited me to join their game but I opted to just watch and settled in on one of the seats while everyone put their information in the computer to keep track of their points.We put in drink orders. They men started trying out different golf clubs to use. The women practiced their stances and swings. They took a few bets between each other. Then, they started.
I went from watching them to my phone, back and forth. As much as I loved Allur, I missed my girls back home too. I mean, I was only four hours away and they planned on coming down and hanging out a few weekends when they weren’t working but damn. It was a huge difference from the thirteen minute difference we usually were.
I took a picture of the drinks in front of me once they were delivered and shared them to my social media before plucking mine up. I took a slow sip, leaned back in my seat and opened my ebook.
Honestly, I was having a good time going from reading to listening to Allur and her friends and back. I loved people watching and being a part of a group or event without beingpressured to do too much. I was glad no one had tried to force me to take part in the golfing portion of the night.
Allur, however, was much better at the golfing game than I’d thought she would be.
They were halfway done with their game when my phone started ringing and I did a double take at my screen.
I let my finger hover over the answer button. I glanced at Allur then back. Then, I pressed decline. I exhaled. I wasn’t sure why my ex was calling me or what he thought there was for us to talk about, but there was nothing.
We’d been in a dead end relationship and we both knew that. The hard part was that neither of us had wanted to be the one to call things off. We knew at our cores we wanted different things but we’d been together for a while and had gotten comfortable. Starting over was scary especially when there was nothing really “wrong” with the relationship.
In the end, my ex Donald had been the one to bring the conversation up. It had been a long talk with tears exchanged on both sides but ultimately we knew that we were doing the right thing. That didn’t make it hurt less.
The second time his number popped up, I climbed to my feet, excused myself and trekked through the building to find somewhere quiet to answer the call.
He hung up before I made it outside. I told myself if he didn’t call a third time it was a sign to leave it alone and if he did call back it was practically safe to assume something was wrong. I couldn’t remember him ever calling me back to back before.
I went down the stairs in front of the building and stood off to the side. I told myself I’d only give it five minutes. He called back in three. I let it ring twice, braced myself and answered.
“Hello?”
“You the fuck are you with?”
“Excuse me?” I scoffed.
“You just posted wherever you are and there’s a nigga’s hand all in the background. How the fuck did you find a nigga and we’ve been broken up a few days?”
“I’m hanging out with my cousin, her boyfriend and their friends.None of those men are mine or even interested in me,” I argued.
I regretted it immediately. I wasn’t sure why I was telling him any information about what I had going on. We weren’t dating. Shit. We weren’t even friends. I didn’t need to be overexplaining anything I had going on in my life. He didn’t deserve to have that kind of access.
“You expect me to believe that?” Donald’s voice got louder.
“I don’t care what you believe!” I argued. “I don’t owe you an explanation at all! You broke up with me!”
“And that’s an excuse to run off and be a fucking slut?”
“A slut? Nigga, are you crazy?” My voice rose. “I can do whatver the fuck I want. I’m single.”
“Aye, are you cool?” A voice snapped my attention away from Donald and I looked up at Kaleo whose eyebrows were fiddled together. I nodded but didn’t say anything aloud. “That’s your ex?” He gestured to the phone. I nodded once. “Give me the phone.”
“Kaleo-”
My sentence died on my lips when he snatched the phone from me.
“Aye. Stop calling my motha’fuckin girl, lil nigga. She good over this way.”
