My Girlfriend's Ex (StudxStud)

8

Liberty

After my first program meeting, Beatrix and I went out to celebrate. We chose the same little hole in the wall café that A'livia took me and Vonna to one time. It had a nice Earth theme and it was mad chill. It was a cute little vegan spot.

We got adjusted at our little corner in the back, and got to talking. I could tell Beatrix wanted to ask me about last night, but I guess she was trying to be respectful? Regardless...I'm just glad she's the only person who finds drilling me about my faulty relationship not amusing or conversation worthy.

"I just realized we don't even have nicknames for each other! We should come up with nicknames," I gushed, biting into my vegan burger. They were sooo good here and I couldn't get enough of their vegannaise (vegan mayonnaise).

"Nicknames?" Beatrix slowly rose a brow, eating at her sweet potato French fries. "I don't really don't do nicknames anymore."

"C'mon," I whined, "Why not? They too childish for you? C'mon! You need one," I said.

"I'm serious. I don't do nicknames anymore. Not after..."

"What about Beat? Ouu, or Trixie?"

"I hate to be the person to say it because I hate stereotypes and discrimination and shit like that, but that sounds like a hooker name. Or...a stripper name. And ain't nothing wrong with those professions but that just ain't Beatrix Mavis."

"What about B!" I gushed, "That'd be so cute and I don't think it's a common nickname for your name."

"Don't call me," suddenly her whole expression changed and she was clenching the table.

"What do you mean? What's wrong with calling you B?"

"I said don't call me," Beatrix sprung up and flipped the table over, "that." My plate heavily went into my stomach and I quickly dodged the rest of the tables contents as it fell over. The entire cafe was looking at us and it brought me to a flashback of when A'livia and Vonna were here and they pressed me to get help about my stealing issue.

Tears prickled at my eyes as I looked at Beatrix, angry and huffing with tears in her eyes too. Why would she do this? What did I do?

"I just- I'm sorry," she wiped her arm across her face and left the cafe. I covered my mouth as I cried, looking at the mess Beatrix made and wondering what I did wrong.

"Are you alright?" a nice middle aged man asked me, his black hair stark against his pale skin.

"No. I'm not," I broke down.

After I apologized to the cafe owner about a thousand times, I left, furious as hell at Beatrix. Who does that over a conversation that wasn't even serious? The fuck is wrong with her? I had to find a ride home and everything, and like last time, Onella came in clutch. After our little argument in the car yesterday, things have been a bit different between us though.

Yeah, I had went ahead and stayed the night, and there wasn't anymore talk about my relationship, but I feel like ever since Vonna and Beatrix came into my life, my friends have been melting away, slowly edging their ways out of my life. I can't help but wonder if that's because of my doing...or someone else's?

"Hey, pretty girls," I got into the back seat, spotting Jeredine on the passenger side.

"Hey. Your second girlfriend couldn't pick you up?"

Already with the bullshit. It's gotten to the point where I don't even want to hear the words "girlfriend" or "best friend" or "relationship". This shit is fucking ridiculous, bruh. I ignored Jeredine's comment. She was one to talk. One day you admit that you have feelings for me, then literally the next day you announce that you're dating A'livia. All these months later and it still pissed me off to see them together, not because I'm jealous or anything, but because I feel like Jeredine is trying to find me in someone else. And there's no one else in this damn boujee ass town who has a personality similar to mine's besides my other best friend, A'livia.

"I've had a wild day," I commented.

"What happened today?" Onella asked.

"My first day of my little program. It was awkward but I can tell I got a good group. I really feel like it can help me."

"Mmm," Jeredine said from in front of me.

I tried not to make a face. No, because why are all my friends acting anti-Liberty all of a sudden? Making little remarks here and there and having all these loud and noisy remarks about my relationship. I guess I have to stop asking for advice because people will want to shove their opinions down my throat for a million business days.

If people wanna talk relationships, I could say a lot about A'livia and Jeredine's- but I ain't like that. So why are they?

"I'm sorry. Did I do something?" I asked, sitting up in my seat and leaning against the side of the door. "Cause I feel like...the air is weird."

"Y'all not finna do dis this in my car," Onella stated.

"Do what? I'm just asking a question," I said in a sugary sweet voice.

"I don't want to talk about this with you behind me. A car isn't the place for this conversation, Liberty," Jeredine sighed.

"Why? You think I'ma drag you by your hair or something? Sneak you from behind, or some shit?"

"I- I- I know you wouldn't," Jeredine said, catching an attitude and turning her little head around to look at me. "I just said I don't feel comfortable talking to you about this in the car."

"So what? You wanna talk in da parking lot? Cause we can do dat," I held up my hands in a shrug.

"See, now I feel like you wanna fight me and that's fucking crazy. I haven't done shit to you," Jeredine popped off, "Just cause you salty about your girlfriend and Amy don't mean you gotta bitch-

"Wait, what? Stop the fucking car!" I hollered.

Onella braked hard, then quickly pulled over into the nearest lot; a semi-crowded Kroger's Marketplace. Jeredine damn near tore off her seat belt and turned around to face me.

"The fuck do you mean, Amy and Vonna?"

"Yeen hear, Liberty?" Onella asked. "Damn, I would have told you, but I had assumed you already knew. If I'm keeping it a hunnid with you, I thought you had called me up so we could go and put some shit in that bitch tank. That's why I brought along Jeredine."

"Nahh," I shook my head, chuckling to myself. "This bitch ain't cheat on me. I know she didn't."

"Cheat?" All of Jeredine's anger seemed to melt away, "No, they fought."

"Fought? Over what?" I asked. Amy and I weren't close enough for her to even be involved in any of this in my opinion. The hell did she fight with my girlfriend for?

"Apparently she saw Vonna trying to flirt with this girl at Whataburger. Vonna must not have seen Amy behind her in the line and Amy snuck that bitch."

Oh God! Fuck yea, Amy! Shit, we just might be besties now, girl!

"So she was tryna cheat," I scoffed, shaking my head.

"Yeah. Just not with Amy."

I looked at the both of them then held my head in my hands. I felt like saying "what am I gonna do", even though I really didn't wanna hear that answer. Plus, I'm still done asking for advice from them. "I'm sorry guys. My life is shit and honestly I thought that Von was a good thing, but I'm starting to see that things are a whole lot different than I expected."

"It's okay," Jeredine said softly.

"I just- When it comes to my relationship. Can y'all not make it some gossip sort of thing? This is my life and this shit is embarrassing and it sucks," I pleaded, "I just...I wish more of my relationship struggles were private."

"That's understandable. But this is a small ass town," Onella shrugged. "Niggas gon talk. Bitches gon talk."

"Yeah, well, we finna find Vonna and she gon see how my fists talk."