Worthy of Sin

Five

Zola 'Slim' Monroe

     When Sincere told me he wanted to keep seeing me, he wasn't lying. For the past two weeks, we had been seeing each other quite often, mostly outside of the club. We even continued to speak on the phone daily, and Kori had definitely been on my ass about her phone bill, but I didn't trip on it because I chipped in on that bill like I did with the others, so she could just shut up.

Every time we hung out or even talked, I was reminded that we my feelings had developed way past a simple like or a crush, especially after our Coney Island visit. Despite what had happened at Ant's party, I enjoyed spending my night with him.

We stayed on the beach for hours and within that time period, I learned that he was probably the funniest person I'd met in a long time. I'm sure the herbs we fired up multiple times that night played a major part in it, though. We even fell asleep and once we woke up, it was barely the crack of dawn and we watched the sunrise together before going to get breakfast, and then he finally brought me home.

Ugh, what a night!

For the greater good, everything was copacetic between us. However, being seen or even being associated with Sincere had its cons, I guess.

Since we started kicking it, word spread around like wildfire. Now, it seems like everywhere I went, I peeped girls mugging me with their friends while watching me shop, work, or whatever I was doing, wherever I was doing it at. And I always heard remarks like,

"I guess that's Sincere's new bitch..."

"She ain't even that cute, but it's whateva'..."

"I don't know why she feel so special, he gon' drop her ass, too."

It was just amusing to me how bitches were this caught up over a nigga that was invested in someone else. I mean, it's not like he was fucking me, or lacing my pockets and shit. But, I was no fool to bitches and the way they moved when it came to niggas, especially the ones that couldn't have.

But, they never brought that shit to me; and how I feel, if you can't bring your heat to me directly, you don't deserve a reaction out of me. Bitches had to sit up with their friends to talk about someone they don't even know because of a nigga they want or have ill feelings towards.

Could never be me.

At the current moment, I was getting myself ready for another upcoming shift tonight. My shift would only be a few hours since it would officially be my my birthday in a few hours, and I refused to spend a whole 6 hours at this place.

While I lined my lips with a brown lip liner, my phone rang and I smacked my lips since I had to go over to the other side of my room to retrieve it.

"Hello?" I held the receiver up to my ear and I heard some shuffling on the other end, "Hello? Zola?" My eyes lit up at the familiarity of the voice and a smile stretched across my lips.

"Hi, mommy! How are you?"

"I'm good! I haven't spoken to you in a few days so I had to call in and check on you, and officially be the first to wish you a happy birthday!" I laughed and walked back over to my mirror so I could continue getting ready.

"Thank you, Ma. How are you?"

She released a small sigh before she spoke, "I'm doing alright, baby. I'm just tired and my body hurts, but when doesn't it?" I frowned at how much her tone had changed when explaining her current state.