TYGA
I parked in the driveway. Pulling the key out of the ignition, I leaned back and rested my head on the headrest. She was about to lecture me on a lot of shit but I'm fully prepared for it. The best advice always comes from my mama. I opened my door and stepped out. Lately, I have been stressing over the current situation with Lai and there wasn't really anyone to talk to except the most important person in my life. I got out of the car and walked up to the door.
"Hey, how're you doing?" Mama pulled me in for a hug and I took in the scent of her food. Man, it feel good to be back.
"Good, how you been holding up?" I inquired. "Fine, what brings you by?"
"I just haven't seen or spoke to you in a while, plus, I need your help with something." She was probably going to say that I was too old to be running to her with my problems but right now I just needed to express my feelings which was hard for me to do. "I'm listening."
"So, I was seeing this girl," I looked up briefly to see her roll her eyes, "We had been talking for a minute. She's from Cali but moved to Miami then back to Cali. My homeboy was down here and I mentioned Lai and he tells me that she dances at a club. She never let me know that so I'm sort of unsure if I should let her go or forgive her and work stuff out."
Mama cleared her throat. "Well, how long have you been seeing this girl? If it's a couple weeks or a month then don't worry about it. Some dancers are sweet girls who think doing that job is the only way to get by, go to school, or take care of their babies. The good ones are ashamed of what they do." I nodded, feeling where she was coming from. Lai doesn't have any kids from my knowledge so it had to be something else.
"I used to believe that strippers were classless but I learned and was wise enough when you look at the majority of them, you don't know what you would do if you were in those situations. If she is good to you and you really like her I would tell you to try talking to her and getting her perspective on this," Mama continued, "The mental toll that these women go through is awful and most of 'em go through a lot. You can address it with her and deal with that bridge when it's time to cross it, but you need to make sure this isn't a career choice and that she's planning on ending it soon. If it's not you probably need to move on. That isn't a lifestyle you want to still be in when your older, Michael."
After talking to her after awhile and stuffing my face, I decided that it was best if I hit Lai up and talked to her. Mama always helped me out in situations and what she just did helped me out a lot.
Lai
"Yo." Amare walked into my room, "You busy tonight?"
"Maybe, why? Is there something you need from me?" I asked. He nodded. "My homeboy want me to come over there and we're going to chill until later on tonight so could you come get me around eleven?"
"Fine, just text me." Amare left out of the room and shortly after I heard the front door slam shut. Today was going to be my day to treat myself with the money I have. Maybe a little shopping could do, get my hair and nails done, might even get a massage to take away all this tension and a few more things.
I bent down that way all my hair would fall so I could put it into a ponytail. My phone was vibrating atop of the bathroom counter but I was too busy trying to get my stuff into a ponytail. "Hello?"
"I'm outside," Yaris said. She hung up and I walked out of the bathroom to grab my shoes. An unknown number text had come through and I opened it.
Do you have any time on your hands to talk to me?
Yaris and I walked through the doors of the salon which was quite empty besides a girl getting her ends trimmed. We were greeted by a woman who placed me at her station. Yaris pulled a chair over and talked to me as I got my hair treated.
"So, how's things at the club been going?" I asked. She shrugged. "I haven't been going in a lot but I heard they got a new worker." Good luck to her because that club really changes a person. I went in with lots of pride and confidence and walked out with not a thing. The woman began talking in Spanish to her peers and Yaris looked up.
"Um, where are we going after this?" she asked. "Nail salon, I want to try those stiletto nails. They look nice."
"They are. I had them but don't get them too long because that looks weird," Yaris replied. My phone vibrated in my purse but I ignored it. It was probably that unknown playing games with me claiming that I knew them and that I should have their number saved. Yaris continued looking through the hair book as the woman combed through my tangled curls. Malasia popped up on my mind and I thought about what my little bad baby could be getting into right now. She's probably giving Mama and Daddy hell right about now. Those are the terrible twos for you.
I sat in the chair, admiring my fresh hair. The woman really reupholstered this because what I had going on before was getting old and hard to keep up. She put in nice, big spiral curls. After paying, Yaris and I left the salon to go get our pedicures and manicures. We were talking about a few things with the ladies doing our toes when I thought about the text I'd never got to open earlier. I reached inside of my purse careful not to mess my nails up and grabbed my phone.
It's Michael.
I read the text then locked my phone and slipped it back into my purse. "Oh, my man calling." Yaris grabbed her phone and began talking. He probably wants to give me an apology but I'm confused as to if I should even talk to him. He was pretty rude to me that day. But things could've been worse. He could've had no sympathy whatsoever and put me out at the CVS. We aren't even in a relationship and tripping off each other like what we had was long-term. I don't even want his apology anymore.
"What's Jarrod talking about?" I questioned Yaris. He has her wrapped around his finger and it gets so annoying at times but I don't say anything because she always makes excuses for him.
"Oh, that was my other man." she replied, "If Jarrod can have other women then I can have other men, simple."
"What a dysfunctional relationship," I replied. She furrowed her eyebrows. "But you don't have a man so let's not."
"I can get one, though." She kissed her teeth. "Girl, stop. You don't want a man because you're waiting on that tired ass rapper to hit you back up and apologize. If I was you I wouldn't even waste my time on him anymore. He didn't even care to listen to your side of the story but he could listen to his homeboys. What a punk."
"Yaris, you need to calm down because I never disrespect Jarrod like this whenever he messes up with you. Stop putting Michael down like that because you barely even know him," I said brushing hair off of me.
"You can't disrespect Jarrod because I never come to you with our problems. Unlike you I don't run around and tell everyone my business then get mad when they give their opinions on it."
"Whatever." I sighed. There's no point in trying to explain something to someone like Yaris. You're wasting your breath.
