I took the food and flopped back down on the couch. "Girl, don't even get me started on his ass."
Yah sat down next to me, kicking off her shoes and tucking her feet under her. She looked cute as always.
"So what happened? You never texted me back."
"'Cause I'm over it." I opened the Harold's bag and grabbed a wing. "I asked him what we was and he gave me the runaround. Made jokes. Got all cocky and shit. Then when I pressed him, he acted like I was doing too much."
"Girl, aw hell nawl, this nigga wanna play games."
"Yes! And I'm so tired, Yah. Like, I been dealing with this nigga for a year. A whole year. And he still can't just say I'm his girl without me having to drag it out of him. I’m just mad at myself that I fell for his ass. I don’t fall for niggas, I’m too young and turnt for this shit man."
"Men are fuckin' annoying. They wanna act like they with you, treat you like you they girl, but soon as you ask for a title they wanna act scary."
"Exactly!" I bit into my wing. "Like, what you scared of? I'm already here. I'm already doing girlfriend shit. Just make it official."
"And what he say when you said that?"
"Nothing! He just kept saying we chilling and I'm his. Like, nigga, that don't mean shit." I took a sip of my drink. "I'm done, though. For real this time. I'm not about to keep begging a nigga to claim me. Fuck that."
"Period. You shouldn't have to." Yah grabbed a wing for herself.
"But girl, speaking of relationship problems..."
"What?"
She sighed, looking down at her nails. "I think Sosa might be talking to somebody else." I sat up straight.
"What? Girl, what happened?"
"So the other day, we went out to eat and this bitch Sheree came up to our table. And she was all in his face, flirting and shit. He played it off like they was just cool from business or whatever, but I could tell it was more than that."
"How you know?"
"'Cause that night when we got home, I saw a text from her on his phone." her voice got quiet. "It said 'So you don't know me now?' with a bunch of question marks."
"Oh hell nah."
"Right. And I ain't say nothing to him about it 'cause I don't wanna seem crazy, but like... why the fuck is this bitch texting my man like that?"
"Girl, you need to ask him."
"I know, but..." She trailed off, shaking her head. "I don't know. What if I'm wrong? What if it really is just business andI'm tripping?" "Yah, if your gut telling you something ain't right, then something probably ain't right. You need to talk to him."
"I will. Eventually." She looked at me. "But we talking about you right now. What you gon' do about Trigg?"
"Nothing. I'm done."
"You say that now, but you know soon as he call you—"
"Nah, I'm serious this time. I'm not doing this shit no more. He don't wanna commit? Cool. He can go find somebody else to play with. It’s plenty of niggas who want me and not gon’ waste my fucking time."
My phone started ringing on the coffee table. It was an Unknown number.
"Who the fuck is this?" I picked it up, frowning at the screen.
"Answer it," Yah said.
I swiped to answer. "Hello?"
