"This isn't a fairytale... love story, J, I'm not gonna fall in love with you. I'm too much of a street nigga-ion do love." He said as he pulled his clothes back on.
I propped on my elbow with the sheet covering my bare chest, "Ch-Chris, you can't d...
Staring back at Living Single, but not truly paying any attention to it, I didn't feel bad for slamming the door in Chris's face. I actually felt a sense of dignity and felt as if I was taking up for myself. I feel as if it was over warranted to come. He deserved it.
Just as I adjusted onto the couch, there was another knock at my door.
"He just doesn't quit." I said aloud to myself as I walked to the door.
I didn't bother checking the peep hole, assuming I knew who this was.
"You—Oh, hey J." I said, extremely surprised to see Jordan here and at this time of night. I adjusted my robe around my body, "Wassup? Something wrong?" I asked with a slight look of concern on my face.
"Nah—matter fact, yeah. What's this beef you and Jazzy got?" He asked
"Wh—" I started before he cut me off, "Damn, can I come in?" He chuckled, gesturing to inside of my place.
I stepped aside, allowing him to walk inside. He turned a lamp on that sat on the end table beside where he sat, "So, what's the issue?" He asked.
"Well as I begin to say earlier, what beef? What'd she tell you?"
He shrugged, "She just said y'all got into again even though y'all previously made up. What's goin' on wit' y'all?" He asked
I shook my head, "Sister shit." I replied, feeling the liquor flowing through my system
He chuckled, "Sister shit my ass, what, you talking to her guy or some?" He asked and looked as if he really expected me to answer the question
"Nothing like that."
"I won't pry, but y'all should get that settled. We all we got." He said
I nodded, hoping he'd be leaving now. I prefer to drown in the rest of my drink and head to sleep instead of talking about her and what she's mad about.
She was wrong anyway. No matter how it looked—her assumptions were all wrong. Little did she know he was left with the shitty face but that's what you get when you assume, so I don't care to "settle" what we have going on right now. As I said to her, she'll never learn if she's always in my business.
"Why you out this late?" I asked, swiftly trying to switch the subject
"Makin' a few serves, thought to stop by here after Jazzy called me pissed off while I was heading home."
"She still does that." I asked, recalling how she'd do that when we were in high school. Since she knew her brother would make a move at the snap of her finger she took it to her advantage and called him each and every time someone tested her or she had gotten herself too deep into something. Like when she was about to get jumped due to something she started. I was riding and a few of her friends were too but we were still outnumbered by plenty of females and their boyfriends or brothers—so she called him and he came with his whole block. But that's another story for another day.
He chuckled, seeming as if he was reminiscing himself, "Till this day."
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