“Yup! Junior year,” she confirmed, moving back in her seat. “We were together for like ten months.”
This was a small fucking world man.
“We thought…” Jayda paused. I already knew what she was gonna say, because we were thinking the same thing. “Never mind.” She cut her eyes at me.
“Y’all thought I was a hoe?” Tiffani guessed.
I snickered, turning around to her.
“Kinda...” I whispered, not denying it at all.
She chuckled. “It’s cool. I dated a lot. Never had sex with them though. I was a Virgin until I met him. I just talked to other boys to make him jealous.”
I couldn’t picture somebody tryna make Valentine jealous, but that ain’t what we talking about right now.
“So, y’all were in love?” Jayda asked, looking into the rearview mirror at Tiffani.
Tiffani let out a breath, and her eyes lowered to her hands. “I don’t know if he loved me, but I loved him.”
Jay and I gave subtle glances to each other, wondering which one of us was gone tell her the bad news.
“You know he’s in jail for robbery, right?” I blurted out.
She averted her eyes out the window. “Yeah... one of my homegirls at the shop told me.”
I could sense she had more to say just by her body language. “What’s wrong?”
Swallowing deeply, she peeked at Jayda before her eyes moved to me. “Can I tell y’all something?”
“Girl, what’s up?” I spoke.
“Yeah, what’s up?” Jayda countered.
“I….” She tightened her lips together, then opened her mouth to try again. “I think his lawyer is my husband, Treyvon.”
“Bitchhhh!” I shouted, mouth wide open.
40
LOVE
Knock!Knock! I hit my knuckles against Lauren’s door gently.
“Love, what took you so long?” Lauren claimed after she opened it for me to come in. I moved from where I leaned against the doorframe, walking past her without so much as a hey. She was already acting like we married with four kids; I ain’t tryna give her nothing extra to run with.
“No hug?” she questioned with a pout.
“Sit.” My head moved towards her desk chair. She opened her mouth to speak. But once I gave her a look, she snapped it shut and sat down. I was mad I even had to come here for this bullshit because she wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“You mad at me, ain’t you? Your felon told you about our conversation?”
We starting off on the wrong foot already. I relaxed on the edge of her desk.
“Call her that one more time,” I egged her on.
She didn’t open her mouth. Her ass knew I was done with the games. I wanted to say what I had to say and be done with it. I had more shit to focus on than her delusional ass.
“Now, I done tried to be nice and let you know I wasn’t feeling you.” As I spoke, I maintained eye contact. “You couldn’tjust let shit go.” She tried to touch my leg, but I moved it out of her way. Her chin quivered.
