T R U C E

Chapter 4

For the past two weeks, at least twice a week, Keith has been coming in here with his daughter Malaysia, dropping her directly in my chair and paying me double the price. At least he's actually booking it now, or trying to at least.

But you know what else that means? For the past two weeks, or last week at least, I've had an emotional, hormonal wild woman outside of my salon trying to get her man back.

From my involuntary lurking, and my voluntarily nosy clients, here's what i've managed to put together:

Keith and Keisha weren't dating nearly as long I thought, especially for a pregnancy scare already. From the way she's acting about him, I pray they've been off and on or something because there's no way she's this down about him after barely 3 months of dealing with someone. And to say they were supposed to get married is insane.

Anywho, they went to Georgia for whatever they were celebrating and apparently on the way there Keith randomly asked Keisha had her period came on yet. They started sort of debating about it because she kept swearing she wasn't late and wasn't pregnant, so he dropped it. At some point later that night he popped up with 2 pregnancy tests and made her take them and they found out she was pregnant.

Then they argued about who's kid it was.

Long story short: A 4 day trip turned into a day and a half trip and she damn near almost got left in Atlanta. He took a separate flight, blocked her on everything and has been cold to her every since.

Tough.

"Keisha listen, you can't keep bringing all this bullshit to my salon!" I snap in a low tone, still trying to keep the streets out her business since we were outside.

"Then tell that bitch to stop blocking all my calls!" She snaps back, being sure to put emphasis on bitch while looking directly at Keith as he gets in the car.

Her name-calling quickly stops him. "Aye watch yo fuckin mouth, you know ion even play like that."

"Fuck you gone do then Keith? Huh? The fuck you gone do?? I'm so fucking sick of chasing your dumbass!"

"THEN STOP!" He yells, much louder and deeper than I expect. I quickly remove myself from the situation and start my stroll across the street to the Chevron gas station.

Right as I pull my phone out my pocket to vent to my bestie about Keisha's nonsense, the door to the gas station swings open and I practically run right into it dropping my phone.

I suck my teeth, instantly getting an attitude at the thought of my phone being cracked.

"Shit, my fault I-" The guy stops speaking and smirks once his eyes actually land on my face. "Wassup pretty, fancy running into you here.."

"Fancy?" I chuckle. "I guess"

"Nah where's that energy you had at Moe's? You good?"

I nod. "I'm fine, I just need my daily dose of snacks." I shoot him a quick smile and walk in the store before he can respond, making him come back inside. I continue to scan the candy, getting another attitude that fast. "Why the hell dont they have my gummy worms.." I mumble moreso to myself.

"These?" Mr. Man pulls the exact pack of Trolli gummy worms I was looking for out his bag.

I roll my eyes and walk over to the drink cooler to grab my usual Peach Fanta to go with my chips and notice him still following me.

"What are you? My shadow?" I say, a bit ruder than intended.

"Oh word? So now you wanna try to play me like you weren't just asking for my number a few days ago."