Crossroads

Ch. 12: Jealous

India

I just finished curling my hair with my half inch wand. The curls fell tight so I began pulling on the curls to make them loose. I liked this purple hair on me. I always tried to change up my look.

My phone started vibrating and it was John calling.

"Hey, dad. What's up?" I answered.

"Nothing, just out with your mom. Listen, I need a favor from you."

"What is it?"

"I know it's kind of tough for you to adjust to the living situation with Daniel right now but I need you to take him shopping because he left a lot of stuff behind. I want him to feel as welcomed and comfortable as possible. So to get his wardrobe back up, go to the mall. And then later I'll take him to the dealership to get a car."

I groaned. "Why can't he go by himself? Why do I have to take him?"

"Do it or I'll just give him your allowance to go spend," he threatened me.

"Okay, fine. I'll take him out," I sighed.

"India, please. Be nice. I know you guys have history or whatever but he's family now. Take it easy on him. He's going through a lot."

"Yes, I know." I did feel bad about how I was treating him while he was grieving but I thought I was doing what was best for my relationship. If I didn't try my best to push him away I knew he'd weasel his way in eventually.

"Good. We'll be home later," he said then hung up the phone.

I really didn't want to talk to Daniel. Especially after the talk we had earlier in the morning. That boy knew what he was doing and knew that he could have me. A part of me wanted to prove him wrong. To show him that I wouldn't always run back to him. Give him a taste of his own medicine.

I walked into my walk-in closet and pulled an all black jumpsuit from its hanger. I tugged and fought to pull it over my curves. I admired how it fit my body like a glove and hugged all the right places. I turned to the side in my mirror and grinned as I saw how nice my ass sat up. I grabbed my all black Balenciaga speed runners and slipped my feet into them. I was pleased with the perfect, comfortable outfit to do some casual walking in.

I walked out of my closet and sprayed on some of my Marc Jacobs perfume and grabbed my phone while walking out of the room.

I walked down the stairs and followed the sound of Daniel's smooth voice into our living room. He stood in front of our 100-inch smart tv with the game on wearing black sweatpants and wheat neumel Uggs for men. He really needed to learn to wear shirts. I didn't think I would have been able to control myself around him if I had to stare at his body all day. He was busy staring at the tv holding his phone up to his ear talking.

"No, India and I aren't together anymore and you know that. So don't do that. That's not why I'm here... I don't know. I don't feel like going anywhere right now... Sorry... Yeah, maybe some other time." He then hung up and threw his phone on the chair as he focused more on the game.

I couldn't help but wonder who he was talking to. It had to be a female but who? Something about what they were talking about upset me. Why did she feel comfortable bringing up my name to him?

But I shouldn't have been worried. Khalil was my business; not him.

"What the fuck?! That's a foul!" He yelled then folded his arms across his chest.

I looked at his toned back muscles. I could tell he'd been in the gym a lot. I desperately pried my eyes off of him. It wasn't right to look at him in that way when I had a boyfriend.