Before I could catch myself, my palm collided with his face.
I could feel the rage taking over.
Suddenly, letting Ocean teach him a lesson didn’t sound so bad.
I got in his face. “Let me tell you something you big teeth, little dick ass nigga. Never in this lifetime or any fucking other would you have a chance with me. For one, I’m not your type...I’ve already hit puberty. Second, you’re a bitch that lets everyone else do your dirty work. I like niggas that can handle their own,” I spat. “Now, stay the fuck away from me before I unleash the shit you don’t want.”
I spun around and stormed down the hall.
When I made it to my dressing room, I slammed the door shut and dropped my head.
I shouldn’t have agreed to this.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled it out.
It was Ocean.
I shook my head, knowing now wasn’t the right time to talk to him. He would hear the frustration in my voice as soon as I answered, and this video shoot would be a wrap.
I declined the call, then dropped my phone in my bag.
There was a knock at the door.
“What?” I shouted, yanking the door open.
“Um, hey,” Brookia whispered, her hand resting against the baby bump that was partially hidden beneath her oversized t-shirt.
I looked away, the quiet sting of seeing her carry what I’d once wanted settling heavy in my chest.
“Hey,” I replied dryly.
“Look, I know I’m probably the last person you want to see, but I just wanted to clear the air.”
“No need. We’re good.”
I tried to close the door, but she shoved her foot in the crack.
“We’re not good, and trust me, I know we probably never will be. But given our profession, I know we’ll probably run into each other a lot. I just want things to be cordial between us. I don’t want this,” she said, looking down at her stomach, “to mess up our bag.”
“Trust me, it won’t. Like I said, we’re good.”
She sighed. “Skye?—”
“Damn, bitch, I’m trying to be cool. What the fuck do you want from me? You and I aren’t best friends, you don’t owe me any loyalty. And even if you did, that shit’s not in your DNA. You’ve always fucked around with whoever, whenever. You ain’t never gave a damn about whose man was who’s.”
“Okay, but I didn’t know Mecca was supposed to be your man. That nigga was fucking everybody.”
“You know what, you’re right, which is why I told you we’re good.”
I was trying to dead the shit.
But I knew damn well Brookia knew how Mecca and I got down. She’d seen us together on more than one occasion, and there had always been whispers lingering around about us. Her hoe ass just decided to ignore it.
“Okay, fine.” She lifted her hands. “I’ll leave you alone.”
“Thank you.” I slammed the door in her face.
My phone vibrated again, and without looking, I could tell it was probably Ocean.
