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I glanced at Jayda while I was driving. Silence. Jayda and I had to leave P's party early for a few reasons: 1) Jayda almost got into a fight with Tyra and I didn't want to make things worse. After all, it was P's surprise party; and 2) I got alcohol all on my shirt and I didn't like the smell. I needed to get home and take a fresh shower.
After Jayda and I left the party, she hasn't said a single word to me. At least not yet. I knew eventually I was going to hear her mouth. But honestly, I didn't know what to say. I didn't have an excuse. It's not like I'm going to apologize, because my apology wouldn't be real. I didn't regret that video with Tyra. Speaking of Tyra, she probably was pissed at me because I didn't defend her. I wasn't obligated to, but I really didn't defend her because I was still pissed off about the whole situation.
"So....you sleeping at my house or yours?" I awkwardly asked. I didn't know where she wanted to be tonight. "Mines." She coughed. I merged lanes to take the exit off the highway.
"So you're not going to say anything?" She crossed her arms and I mentally closed my eyes. Damn, I was hoping I didn't have to say a word. "Jayda, what do you want me to say?" I sighed as I scratched my head. "Tell me everything. Explain how and why she think she has a one up on me!"
"It's not even like that," I groaned. I didn't want to hurt Jayda's feelings. But if she kept asking, eventually she was going to hear something that I couldn't take back. "Do you like her?" She turned to me. I didn't answer. "Oh I'm finna have a ball with this." She grabbed her phone. I grabbed her phone from her hand when I saw her going on Instagram.
"Jayda let it go. Stop talking about that Tyra and her sister." I held her phone on my lap. "No, I want to know everything—"
"Why? Do you wanna hurt yourself that bad?" I turned to her.
"I already am hurt! You fucked your assistant. What type of shit is that?"
"Bro why does that shit matter? Jayda, we were not together. You and I weren't together. Get that shit through your head." I told her loud and clear.
"Okay Dominique. But why her? Like she literally told me she could not see her being with you."
"Shit changes. People change. Feelings change. You discover more about someone you didn't except." I shrugged. It was the truth.
She didn't answer. "We hated each other at first, trust me." I emphasized.
"Do you like her?"
I didn't reply. "Dominique, don't fucking lie to me. At all right now."
"I don't know anymore Jayda. We not on the best of terms right now." I looked at the rearview mirror. "Well, did you then?"
"Yes. Yes, I did." "Wow. Clearly not enough if you guys aren't official."
I sighed. If only she knew. "Jayda can we just stop talking about this?"
"Do you love me?"
"I have love for you. You're my son's mother." "But you're not in love with me, got it. I don't get it. Cause you send me flowers and all this shit, but it's like what's even the point if you're not in love with me?"
I zoned out Jayda. All I could think about is Tyra. My mind fled to one of our flashbacks.
• a few months ago •
"Mhm, I love me a good ice cream date." Tyra licked her ice cream as we walked into the foyer. We decided to grab some late night ice cream due to Tyra being hungry. "What you got again?" I asked as I closed the door. She was wearing a butterfly tube top dress with black Tory Burch sandals and a Kurt Geiger purse.
