Page 17 of Betting On Us


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Jameela

My mom wanted Bella to spend the night with her, which was perfect for me. I didn't care about it being Friday night. All I wanted to do was hide out at home until it was time to go pick Bella up. By six, I had dropped her off, took a shower, and curled up in bed in my coziest pajamas. With a glass of wine and the remote control in hand, I was all set.

My phone probably rang three times without me picking it up to see who was calling. I was not trying to be disturbed. My mom had a special ringtone, so I would know when and if she called.

The banging on my front door made me spring to my feet. My phone ringing was one thing, but a pop-up visit only meant one of two things. The question was which one of my crazy friends was at my house at this time of night. It had to be one of them because if it was Tremaine, I was going upside his head.

“Open this door, MeMe! We know your ass is in there!” my friend Crystal shouted through the door.

I tore the door open, not knowing whether to laugh or just shake my head as my girls barged into the house. I already knew I was in for a fight by the way they were dressed.

“You might as well wipe that pissy look off your face. We’re redeeming those passes tonight!” Sade announced.

“Since when? You talk too damn much, Crystal!” I fussed.

My girl was unfazed by my comment, shrugging her shoulders as she plopped down on the couch. “You knew that before you told me.”

“Y’all do know I have a daughter to think about, right?”

“And we already know that she’s with your mom. I saw them at the grocery store,” Crystal said, waving me off.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m not going nowhere with y’all tonight. I’m already dressed for bed.”

“Sade, look in that closet and find my girl something real sexy. You’re getting out of this house tonight."

“Just because Idoneed a drink, I’ll step out for a minute. I’m driving my own car so I can leave when I get ready though.”

“Girl, shut up. You know Crystal told me that old lemon finally put you down. We’re all riding together,” Sade said, shaking her head.

“Y’all better be glad I don’t have a life anymore.”

“That’s why we’re here, to help you get your life back,” Sade announced as she pranced back into the room.

“Tell Sade about the fine ass dude that’s getting your car fixed.”

“I’m not telling you shit else, motor mouth.”

“You know that’s a lie,” Crystal replied, rolling her eyes.

“No, ma’am. Tell me about this man.”

“There’s nothing to tell. He was nice enough to get my car towed. I plan to pay the guy in full. I just need to get some funds together. I’ll probably break down and ask my mom.”

Sade narrowed her eyes like she was thinking. “I thought the handsome stranger was paying.”

“I’m not letting him do that. Are you crazy? What you think he will want for that?”

“Something that you should be more than willing to give him at this point, girl. When was the last time someone besides a medical professional saw the goods?” she teased.

I shook my head. “Girl, bye. Besides, I don’t even want to see his face. He was too persistent.”

“So, you’re mad at the man for showing genuine interest? I see why so many women are single. How is being persistent a problem? The man got that beater towed and offered to get it fixed.”

“And I’m not letting him do that. I don’t want to owe anyone, especially someone I barely know. That’s why I wasn’t going.”