54 - Back to Chinatown

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STEF POV

Knowing that Michael was not only paying for Franks rehab but also got us an apartment in Greenwich Village which he had given me the keys to right before I left him, I was honestly kinda ecstatic. Not that I didn't love my brother's place in ABC city but the apartment Michael had gotten us was beautiful. It really fucking was and I was feeling better that Frank was getting help. I just hopped he'd stick with it.

But me being me and no matter how much he promised to make me a star and promised he wasn't out to hook me I still didn't 100 percent trust that Warbucks wouldn't try to fucking hook me out. Even if his parties sounded kinda enticing, fucking nope. No way was I sucking some strangers dick off even if I was VERY, VERY attracted to Micheal. Shit I mean he was sexy, he fucked me soo damm good for we had been fucking mostly all week, and he was really kind to me.

Regardless of all of that I needed to be able to pay my own way and heading back to Chinatown to see if I could still work at Main Moon was an excuse I told myself.

The truth was, I couldn't get Ming off of my mind. Even if I had been fucking Callie all week because yes I did like Cal alot. She was a sweet girl and a doll and despite what her friends thought I wasn't using her. I just liked her, but Ming, we parted in such a shitty way where she wouldn't even let me fucking explain myself. And I wasn't one to beg for anyone's forgiveness so this was really throwing me for a loop.

Even if Micheal and I hadn't been able to go to many places this past week the places he did take me I had wondered if Ming had seen it or would like it. I wasn't sure why she had this spell on me seeing that it seems like months since I had seen her and I had only spent all of two days with her, but she did. I wanted her to come and see my new apartment, and I wanted really badly to work at her restaurant, but more importantly, I needed her to forgive me for overstepping. I hadn't meant to hurt her by any means, and it seemed as if my note meant nothing to her. But then again I had no idea if she had tried to call me or find me or what for I had left Julius number and who knows if anyone ever gave me the fucking message.

I sigh as I near the Main Moon and wonder if I should just go in like I had last time or try to head up to her apartment first. Being that it is the afternoon I knew that the cooks had to be bombed with the lunch rush, and I wondered if Ming helped cook, but I wasn't sure of anything anymore it seems as I feel someone tapping me on the shoulder and I jump and turn to see none other than Ming, in a sweat suit, her hair pulled up and looking as if she had been running for miles.

"Oh, shit!" I feel myself blush as she pulls her headphones off her head, out of breath.

"I saw you standing here wondering what to do, and I thought I'd help you make a decision. Just go back where you came from," Ming says in a sharp tone as I swallow hard and let out a heavy sigh for how could she STILL be mad. How?

"Ming, please. How long are you going to make me grovel? I mean I've apologized over and over, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I fucked up! Do you ice all of your friends out like this? Ming!" I call after her as she jogs up to the door of her apartment building, her headphones now back on her ears.

"Ming!" I tug on her sweatshirt as she pulls her headphones down again and glares at me.

"What don't you understand, Stef? You're a white girl living in a fantasy world, and you have no clue about culture or life in general! You live under a damn rock, and I have no time to babysit your ass!"

"What! That's not TRUE at all! I don't live in fantasy world Ming. For Christ sake I just took my brother to rehab because he was shooting shit up his arm and nose. I'm not dumb! I'm not some dumb ass hillbilly that you keep thinking I am and maybe I don't know every culture but it doesn't mean I don't wanna learn. It doesn't mean that I don't wanna work my ass off for what I get in life! And I'm not privileged by any means. NONE!

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