Kenya and Deja went in and hit the floor as soon as they had a cup in their hands. While me and Renee sat and scoped the scene while watching them. After a while, they came back ready for another round of drinks when Keith came over to the section, surprising me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked him as he hugged me.
“My boy is spinning, came out here to show him some love. You mind if me and Love’s niggas share y’all section? We got the bottles.”
Before I could even respond, Renee did.
“Of course you can, send the single ones me and my girls’ way.”
We laughed, and Keith went to get four of his niggas, brought them in, and introduced them to me and Renee while Kenya and Deja got back to our section quick to see what was up with them niggas.
My girls got busy trying to see which one of them they could land while I sat to the side texting my man, wishing he was with me.
After my girls got what they wanted, Deja pulled me up outta my phone and onto the dance floor with Renee and Kenya coming to join us.
“Come on, Islah, show us how you finna shake your ass on your wedding day.”
I smiled, acting shy, but at the same time, I did what I asked to do.
We hyped each other up as we danced when somebody bumped into me, making me bump into Deja.
We all stopped and looked at the woman who bumped into me.
She didn’t even move out of the way. She just stood there like she wanted us to acknowledge her.
“I know you know me,” she said, trying to be louder than the music.
I squinted my eyes at her. “I’m sorry, am I supposed to know you?”
She had her hair pulled back into a low ponytail, her outfit fitted just enough to say she wasn’t there by accident. But her eyes, her eyes stayed on me.
Deja shifted beside me.
Kenya’s whole expression changed slightly, like something clicked in her head before she even said a word. Then she leaned closer to me.
“That’s Jada,” she said low enough for only me to hear.
My brows barely moved, but I clocked it.
All I could do was look her up and down. I didn’t have an issue with her, but she clearly wanted one with me.
I stepped up to say something to her, but before I could open my mouth, Keith had stepped in between us.
She looked Keith up and down and laughed.
“I know you know who I am,” she shouted.
Keith didn’t entertain it.
“This ain’t what you want, Jada. Is you cool?”
She laughed instead of answering Keith, and he turned to us.
“Come on, let’s go back to the section.”
We all agreed with him to get away from her. As we were walking away, she yelled out.
“I just wanted to talk to the bitch that stole my whole life, and my son!”
