Terminal 1

Trust

Same Night
Fortwainwright, Fairbanks, Alaska

"It's Monica Zac. I need you..." she blurted on the other end of the door.

Zac leaves the door going to get his Ramen that's not ready to eat then comes back to the door while yelling, "What'ch you need me for?"

"Zac please, I just wanna talk..." "Ok Talk. I'm listening..." "Zac." "What woman?!?!" He blurted, then stuffed a fork full of steak and Ramen into his mouth.

"Mmmm." He murmured with surprise because the recipe had worked and every flavor hit his tastebuds like it was the fourth of July.

"Zac pppllleeaaasseee." Monica begged again, noticing he's not budging.

Zac groans, "She ain't never gon' leave if I don't open this door." He huffed, then unlocked it.

He opens it slightly, "What?" He huffed, however in that moment Monica bursts through the door almost making him drop his food.

"Yo, what the fuck?" He yelled, "I swear if you had made me drop my food."

"How could he do this to me?!" "Yo, get yo dusty ass off my bed..." "Oh sorry." "Don't be sorry. What do you want? I was trying to have my dinner..." he voiced frustratedly.

Sitting on one of his accent chairs, Monica's balling in tears as Zac stands at the door with it wide open eating his Ramen.

Monica looks up from her hands. "Can you close the door?" "No!!!" "Zac I just need to talk...vent to someone with some common sense." "Ok, go ahead." He grumbled. Mouth filled with food.

Normally he wouldn't dare talk with his mouth full but he was hungry and didn't give a fuck about Monica enough to practice any kind of etiquettecy.

"Zac..." "Look Monica. I'm not with the bullshit ok." "Oh my God Zac everyone knows your "happily married" ok. I'm not on nothing. I just wanna talk to you. Get some non biased male advice.."

"Ok." Zac shrugged having a seat on the floor as his body acted as a door post still holding it open. "you want some advice. Fine..." he uttered seriously, taking one more bite before he devours Monica's soul.

"First of all. You got what the fuck you wanted so don't cry about that shit now. You asked "how could he do this to you?...Well. My question is which nigga are you talking about...Sampson, Hall, Jones...or even better YOUR HUSBAND!?!! Because you're the same women that's been prollying around here smiling in everybody face then you wanna cry and get mad when that nigga is fucking someone else?!"

He takes a breath, seeing Monica's face get flushed with shame and embarrassment.. "Boys do what the fuck they want REGARDLESS but real men take the initiative to make conscious choices. Just like I'm sitting here making a conscious choice to not engage with the bullshit that happens on this damn campus. I think about my wife and kids everyday and what the fuck do I look like bring home some bullshit when my wife deserves better than that..."

"But..." "No buts because make it make sense, Monica. You cheated on your husband with another nigga so what made you think that nigga wasn't gonna go out and do the same thing to you? What made you think you were that special? What made you think what you were doing was even remotely right or moral...." He asked rhetorically but Monica answered.

"I don't know." she mumbled in a breath. "But it gets lonely here, Zac..." "You ain't lied about that but that's a fucked up excuse for cheating Monica because it's plenty of things to focus on besides fucking other people." Zac scolded her.

"Not everyone is like YOU Zac..." "And nobody ever said you had to be. Because if you were that unhappy in your marriage, why cheat?!" He asked with a raised eyebrow.