She sighed, as she went over to the stove, and she turned the eyes completely off. I knew that I was stressing my mama the hell out, and I promise that I wasn’t doing that shit on purpose. I was just hard to understand right now.
I watched her as she fixed my food to go, but Demi told my mom that she was hungry, and that she wanted to eat now, so my mom put Demi’s food on a glass plate, and she tore it up, eating like her ass hadn’t eaten in years. Because she finished her food so quickly, we didn’t stay at my mom’s house much longer.
Demi left my mom with Daylani’s diaper bag, telling my mom that it had everything inside of it that she was going to need. She then went over to her daughter, where she kissed her, being careful, so that she wouldn’t wake her up. My mom had a brief talk with me, telling me to be careful tonight, and to not get into it with any bitches at the club because we all know how that shit ended the last time that I went out clubbing. I assured her that I was going to be fine, and then I walked out of the house with Demi.
She led the way over to her Porsche, that she had backed into my mom’s driveway, and she went for the driver’s seat, while I hopped in the passenger.
“I’m surprised your coming with me. I just knew that you were going to tell my ass no,” she said, as she was pulling out of the driveway.
I didn’t respond back to her. I just sat in silence, as I stared out of the window. She tried to bring up what happened betweenher, and Gutta over the phone, but I reached over for the volume knob, turning the music up in the car as loud as it could get, tuning her ass out, not wanting to hear that shit. Some may think that I was being mean, but this was how I loved. I loved Demi so much. It hurt me to know that she didn’t value herself enough, and she was allowing her baby daddy to treat her the way that he did.
Demi quickly got the hint, and we rode to the club the entire time with the music on full blast. It wasn’t long before we were pulling up to the club, and it was just a random Thursday, but the club was jumping. The parking lot was flooded, and the line was long to get into the building. I turned the radio down, as I scoped out the scene, and Demi looked for a parking spot.
“Call Ari and see if she can come get us from the door. I’m not about to wait in that long ass line,” Demi said to me.
My phone was sitting in my lap, so I quickly unlocked it, going to put a call in for my cousin. It rang about five times before it went to voicemail. I knew that she wouldn’t answer because they weren’t allowed to be on their phones while they were on the floor. Trying my luck, I called her again, and she didn’t answer the second time.
By the time Demi found a spot, which was almost five minutes later, Ari was calling me back. I answered, putting the phone on speaker.
“Bean, what’s up? You okay? You know I can’t be on the phone,” she quickly said, and I could hear the loud club music in her background.
“I’m outside with Demi. We just parked. The line is long to get in. Can you come get us from the door?” I asked her, trying to talk fast because I knew that she wasn’t supposed to be on the phone.
“Alright. I’m walking to the door now. Ya’ll come on,” she said, and then she hung up on me.
Demi heard the conversation, so she quickly pulled the visor down, and she applied a fresh coat of lip gloss. She fluffed her hair a little, and once that was done, she quickly got out of the car. I stepped out as well, while she walked on the side of me, telling me the drinks that she was going to order, and the food that she was going to eat.
It was a quick walk getting to the door, and from where we stood, I could vividly look into the club and see Ari. She was standing there, and using her finger to point at the bouncers that were working the door, letting them know to let me, and Demi in. One of the bouncers motioned for us to come, and he quickly used the wand to search us, making sure that we didn’t have any guns or anything on us, and once we were good, he let us inside.
Demi went for Ari first, hugging her, and once they pulled apart, Ari came over to me, and she wrapped her arms around me. My big cousin was honestly the prettiest. There was a football game going on tonight, so I guess all the bottle girls were required to dress up. She wore a cropped Miami Dolphins jersey, that looked as if it was two sizes too small, and because of the fit of it, you could see her boobs that were showing at the bottom. Ari had the body for it, so she could easily get away with what she was wearing. She wore fishnet stockings, and denim shorts on top of it that were short as hell, exposing her ass cheeks. Her make-up was flawlessly done, and her hair looked as if she’d just gotten out of the salon chair.
“Not you outside with Demi. What’s the reason? It’s a catch to this shit. I know you. Clubs aren’t your thing. Being in a room with all these people isn’t something that you typically do, so what’s the catch boo?” Ari asked me, standing in front of me, with her arms crossed.
There was a goofy smirk on her face, as she cocked her head to the side, waiting for an answer from me.
“It’s no reason. Demi wanted to go out, so I went out with her,” I said, lying through my teeth, knowing that I only came because I wanted to see Jazelle in person. I needed to see what she looked like.
“I don’t believe you, but okay. Where ya’ll going, Demi? To the bar?” Ari asked, taking her attention off me, and putting it on Demi.
Demi let Ari know that we were going to head to the bar, and Ari told us that she was working sections, but she would come over throughout the night to check on us.
We made it to the bar, and there were two free seats right on the end for Demi and I to grab. There was a couple of bartenders behind the bar, and one of them quickly made her way over to us, wanting to know what we were ordering. I read her nametag, and it read, ‘Jacey’, so I knew from there that she wasn’t the girl that I was looking for.
I didn’t have to put an order in, but Demi ordered a shot, cocktail, and some wings. I turned around in the swivel chair that I was sitting in because I wanted to see the action. I needed to see what was going on out there, but I also wanted to peak around and see if my eyes landed on Jazelle.
“Wow. I see somebody over there that I know. Let me go over there and speak right quick. I’ll be back,” Demi said, jumping down from the swivel barstool, not even giving me a chance to respond to her because she had already walked away.
I followed her with my eyes, wanting to see where she was walking to. She went over to the high tops that were near the dance floor, and she spoke to a woman, and two of her friends. I had no idea where Demi knew them from, but from the way they each hugged each other, and were all smiles, they had to have somewhat of a good bond.
Demi was my best friend, but I’m telling you, me and this girl were like night and day. She was too damn friendly, and thatwas one of the things that I hated about her. I sat down for a year to do my time, and I came home to her knowing all these people that I’ve never heard of until now. Every time I would ask her how she knew a certain person, it would all tie back to Gutta somehow. The women that she would know would somehow have their ties to Gutta, and often, it was one of his family members. I don’t know what kind of dick he was over there giving Demi, but I prayed to God that the day I ever decided to open my legs for a nigga that his dick didn’t have the kind of power to have me acting crazy and delusional the way Demi ass is.
“Is the bar backed up or something? It’s people downstairs saying that they haven’t gotten their drinks yet. What ya’ll hoes got going on?” a loud voice could be heard over the loudspeakers in the club.
The voice had that strong, Miami accent, like how the rapper Trina talked, so it made me turn my head, just to see who it was.
Right there, stamped on the body suit jersey that she was wearing was the name ‘Jazelle’. I’ll give credit where credit was due, so I’ll admit that the hoe was fine! Knowing how handsome Dolo was, I guess I wouldn’t expect him to be dealing with anyone that was lower than 10. Her body alone put mine to shame. Granted, I’ve never been insecure of my small frame, but seeing how tall she stood up, the small waist, and the fat ass that she was working with, I guess we weren’t even in the same category.
The Miami Hurricanes body suit that she wore really made her physical traits stand out. I could see her from the side, so the body suit was all in her ass, but she was wearing fishnet stockings under. There was a long blonde wig in her hair, that went past her ass, and even though I’ve never worn a wig a day in my life, I’ve seen enough wigs on my cousins, and Demi to knowwhat a good wig was supposed to look like, and hers looked good.
