Worthy of Sin

Twenty-Two

Zola 'Slim' Monroe || November 1998

"You and my boy gettin' real close, huh?" Tyren asked with a smirk and it caused me to look up from my notebook, and that's when I felt all eyes on me. I chuckled to myself and shook my head, "Um? What are you talking about?" I was obviously fronting. The way this man had me blushing was more than enough confirmation.

My smile was a mile wide and there was no denying it. Silas and I were getting more and more comfortable by the day, in every way. We still hadn't had sex, but we were definitely moving to a stage of getting more physical with each other and just more intimate, overall.

The tension was definitely there. It'd been there since Webster's, and we knew it. However, we never let it get further than kissing, and I was okay with waiting. He wasn't pressed to get it, so it was what it was.

He was starting to become occupant of my thoughts and fantasies, pushing out the one who previously had that on lock. I wasn't sure if it was all a distraction because he was the one who was getting all of my time, or if because maybe I was finally getting over Sincere.

I haven't spoken to him, or seen him. He was definitely out of sight, out of mind and I was starting to become more and more okay with that. Besides, the more focus I had on Silas was less focus to have on him.

"Don't even front! It's all in ya' grill," Chanté teased and I dropped my head as she and Desire began teasing me. After a few moments, I raised it and finally faced them. "Whatever! Mind y'all—"

"Shh!" A nearby library receptionist warned and we toned it down. "Mind y'all business,"

"Wait— so, did y'all start kickin' it after Tyren's birthday? Cause I saw y'all talkin'," Chanté says and I smiled, rolling my eyes as I nodded in confirmation.

"Yeah, but we just kicking it. It's not that serious,"

Tyren smacked his lips and smirked, "You a damn lie. On top of the fact, I was on the phone when you was over there the other day," I smacked my lips and mumbled to myself, feeling my face flush.

"Oh?" Chanté says and I waved them off. "Man, y'all so nosy. Relax," I readjusted my pencil in my hand and I was about to get back into my work, but they continued to bombard me with questions. "Wait— I thought you were dating someone already?" Desire questioned and I shook my head.

"I'm not, though,"

I didn't intend to sound rude, but she didn't need to be questioning me about my affairs and things of that nature. I was cool with Desire, but I wasn't close to her the way I was with Tyren and Chanté.

Hell, despite how close I was to them, I still didn't tell them about certain shit because it was simply nobody's business. My love life, personal affairs, interpersonal issues or whatever the Fuck, was nobody's business but my own and whoever I decided to open up to.

"Well, good for you, girl. Silas is fine," Chanté emphasized and we slapped hands from across the table.

"When y'all supposed to be seein' each other again?" Tyren asked again and I squinted my eyes in confusion, "Why?"

"Well, we're going to a spot called Smileyz this weekend and we wanted to know if you and Sy wanted to fall through since it's a group event. He know where it's at,"

I nodded, "We'll see about it,"

For the rest of what was supposed to be a studying session, they tried to continue interrogating me but I eventually shut that shit down. My love life didn't need to be a topic of discussion or entertainment.