𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐓 || 𝐓-𝐁𝐎𝐙

~chapter seventeen~

October 10th, 1992

I got all this love,
waiting just for you
I just gotta know, that your love is true
Can't keep running, boy, in and out my life
Wanna be your girl, not 'cause the mood is right

Don't Walk Away by Jade played loudly in the salon's bass system while the hot-oiled steam ran down my face as Dior did the front section of my hair. The curling iron almost touched my face a couple of times but luckily it didn't burn me. It was really time to get my hair done. Since I've been pregnant, I haven't really had a day to myself to just go out and get pampered like I used to.  So, of course I had to hit up my girl Di to fix me up. Dior and Jas graduated from cosmetology school last year and now working in a hair salon that's located in Buckhead. My girls are so talented and I make sure to give them props everytime.

As I hummed along with the song, I told Jas to pass me the Source Magazine from off her counter. The cover was a picture of TLC and my eyes went straight to Tionne. Fuck she look so good. I discreetly bit my lip as Jas saw me and smirked. "Mmh yo lil girlfriend on the cover huh?"

I smacked my lips and looked up at her, "That's not my girlfriend." I annoyingly said as I looked back at the cover. Damn... I wish she was.

"Girl whatever flip the page! I wanna see my man." Dior stopped doing my hair for a minute and peeked her head over. My girl so delusional.

"That nigga is not your man."

"And Tionne ain't your girlfriend." Dior pursed her lips together and rolled her eyes

"What y'all nasty heifers did when we left? I know y'all ain't just sit down and talked the whole time." Jas questioned as she braided the last strain of her customer's braiding hair

I quickly sucked my teeth and sighed, "Damn we will make a sex tape and y'all can watch it since y'all wanna know so bad." 

"Just tell us girl. I'll let you know when me and De have sex." Dior happily smiled and laughed as she rolled the curling iron upward slowly. I'm surprised she not pregnant by that man whore yet. I hate how she's all about him but I know he's not all about her.

"How much?" Jasmine's customer turned towards her. The lady had some beautiful cocoa skin, almost like a chocolate bar.

"25 dollars" Jasmine responded with a smile, her customer handed her the money and stood from the black chair.

"Have a nice day honey." Jasmine nicely said as she stuffed the cash in front pocket of her jeans. Her customer swiftly flipped her braids as she walked out the door.

"Ooh Jas! You did that girl." Dior country accent exclaimed as she finished my last curl in my hair.

"Thank you girl. I be trying." She laughed as she sat down in the chair and faced us.

"So back to this whole if Jay had sex with Ti or not." Dior grabbed a wide tooth comb and started combing and making my curls more defined

"No we did not..." I quickly answered and looked at the ground. I could feel their eyes staring at me like I was lying, which I was.

"Fine... we did." I answered shyly and smiled a little. I could hear them gasp loudly and laugh with each other while I just sit there staring at them and playfully rolling my eyes.

"GIRL!! Give us all the details! Don't leave anything out." Jasmine said semi-loudly.

"Was it good at least?" Dior bit the side of her nail and smirked at me

"It was better than good, it was amazing." I bit my lip and rolled my eyes thinking about everything we did. Whew... she put it down on me. God... I hope you don't punish me for enjoying everyone minute of it.