"What an asshole. Why would he say that?" Jess says as we sit there in shock. "What the fuck? I don't know. This is bullshit." I scroll back to the top and refresh the feed. I see the shade room reposted it. "Then these fuckers just have to stick their noses in everybody's business." I show Jess the repost. She reads the caption out loud: "The Game throwing shade at ex girlfriend Aaliyah and her fiancé Blake Griffin."
She just looks at me with wide eyes and back to the phone then back to me. "Stop." I laugh. "Okay. I'm sorry. But shit just got real. What if Blake sees it? Do you think he'll see it now?" She asks.
"Yes, bitch. Reposted by the shade room or not, I know he is. Some fucking super fan, all over his nuts, is gonna tag him for sure. This is just unnecessary drama."
"What's Games problem anyway? I thought y'all were just fucking around, nothing serious, right?"
"Oh, my god, bitch. I didn't tell you?"
"Tell me what?" She asks confused.
"He basically proposed to me before I deployed out. I just turned him down. Shit was moving too fast. And he's not really my type. He's too thug for me. But the sex was good."
"Yeah, we got that." She jokes.
"This is embarrassing. Like, for someone to just put it all out there. He makes me sound like some slut. When I'm not at all."
"But wasn't that what you were going for at the moment?"
"Shut up bitch. You're not making it any better." I bury my head in my arms.
"Did you really do all that?" She asks.
"Tch.. No." I say sarcastically.
"You nasty bitch, you." She laughs. "The real question is, do you do any of that for Blake though?" She asks.
"No. Does that make it worse?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Well, I only did all that because that's what Jayceon asked me to do. He told me what he was into and I just went with it, you know? And Blake, he doesn't really tell me what he's into we just get down to it."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night."
"Jess! Stop. I just need you to, I don't know... Be on my side."
"What do you want me to do? Lie to you to make you feel better? Bitch, no. I'm going to tell you how it is. What you need to do is talk to him. It's not gonna be easy but it's something that's going to have to happen regardless."
"I'm really not ready for this talk. Ugh!"
We hear the boss man coming and scramble to act like we're working. "Miller!" He shouts upon entering. "Yes?" I ask. "Did you get inventory finished?" He asks. "I was just getting to that." I tell him. "You're staying until it's finished." He says before leaving. Fuck. I look at the clock, it's 4:15. I'm going to have to stay another hour just to get this shit finished. I text Blake.
Me: I'm going to be running late. I'll meet you at poker night.
BG: Cool.
The fuck kind of response is that? "Well I need a ride. I have class at 4:45." Jess tells me. "How long is your class?" I ask.
"About an hour tops."
"I'll just take my time doing this. Pick me up when you're done."
"Okay."
I get done with inventory at 5:40. I clock out and wait around for Jess. This bitch doesn't pull up until 6:00. Today just isn't my day at all. We go back to my house so I can get ready. I take a quick shower then pick out my outfit for the night. I wear a grey bodysuit and some high waisted skinny jeans. I wear tan colored laced up heels and put on a coffee colored bomber jacket. I decide to wear my hair down. "When can I borrow that coat though?" Jess asks. "I'll think about it." I say as I grab my keys. "Wish me luck, I guess." I tell Jess. "You'll be alright." She laughs.
