Best Bitches

II: The Games Begin

Jamie

I rested my head on the palm of my hand, only half listening to what my girls were saying. I just couldn't shake the thought of Chresanto out of my head. A smirk crossed my face when I thought of the way his hands felt as they traced the curve of my thighs. But then all I could see was the look on his face when I left. It wasn't personal. He was weak, and I don't have time for that.

I ran my fingers through my curls, focusing my attention back on my girls. "When are you going to give up the goodies?" Eve flipped her long dark brown hair over her shoulder, leaning forward waiting for Christina's response.

Eve Johnson aka mini-me. It's funny how she tries to be me when in actuality we are complete opposites. Where I have long brown curly hair that falls just below my shoulders, she has a dark brown weave that she claims is 'all natural'. Where I have flawless caramel skin she has near perfect milk chocolate skin. How does she stand it? Living in my shadow that is.

I eyed Christina who was looking more nervous by the second. I intimidated her, and I liked that. I like to be in complete and utter control. "When is that any of your business?" Christina replied. A classic Christina response. She was always defusing the question but never taking it straight on.

Christina Williams is the weak link. On first glance, you would never be able to see that with her short curly hair and dark brown skin. She tries to give off that bad girl persona, but I see right through it to the nun she really is. But hey I figure if she hangs out with us long enough, maybe something will rub off.

I felt Eve's eyes on me, waiting for me to press the subject more, but I just rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I replied, crossing my arms across my chest. "How about we talk about something actually interesting?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Christiana let out a sigh of relief. She was out of the spotlight, at least for now. Eve rolled her eyes. "Like what?" She asked coolly, and I noted her aggravated tone.

"Like Chresanto," I smiled and watched as she lit up with delight at the mention of his name. I smiled, and I knew I had hit the right spot.

I turned, focusing my attention on Eve. "Oh...so you like him?" I asked, searching her eyes.

When she didn't meet my gaze, I knew she did. "You do like him," I announced, shaking my head. "I mean he is cute...."

She held up her hand to stop me. "Girl please," she cried, placing a hand on her chest. "He is more that 'cute'. That boy is fineee."

A flash of Chresanto's face appeared in my mind, but I shook it off. "I guess," I muttered.

"Besides, I'm not the one involved with him." She nudged me in the shoulder as if she knew exactly what was going on. But she didn't.  She had no idea.

I frowned, "I'm not involved with him, though." Both Eve and Christina shot me a look of disbelief. I rolled my eyes regaining the situation again. "He's just sprung over me. Man, I got that nigga in the palm of my hand."

Eve shook her head, but I could tell she wanted to say more. She opened her mouth to say something, but a look of fear washed over her. "Oh shit," she gasped, running a finger through her hair. "He's here. Look cool. Look cool."

I looked up, and low and behold there he was. Chresanto August. I glanced over at Eve, who was clearly trying too hard to get his attention. And Christina looked even more uncomfortable, especially now since Craig was here.

"Hey Chresanto," Eve sang, and I wanted to puke because of how much slurp she put into that greeting.

"Hey," He mumbled curtly, but he wasn't really paying attention. His eyes were on me. "Hey Jamie."

His eyes locked with mine. He wanted answers that I didn't have. I bit my lip, and a smirk crossed his face. He still loved me. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off turning my attention to Craig.

"So Craig. Got laid lately?" I joked, smiling in satisfaction when I saw Christina slouch down in her chair. But out of the corner of my eye, I could see Chres. He was breaking.

Christina groaned, shifting my attention away from Chres. "Oh my God, will you shut up about that!"

I rolled my eyes. "Calm your tits, Christina," I smiled. "I'm just joking."

I had completely forgotten Eve was even sitting next to me until she spoke. "So are you going to the party?" She asked, and boy did she look thirsty.

She was practically drooling over him. She was batting her eyelashes and twirling her hair between her fingers. It made me want to throw up and laugh at the same time. Chresanto glanced at her for the first time noticing she had even said anything to him.

"Huh? Oh yeah. I'm going." A mischievous smirk crept onto his face, and his attention shifted back to me. I could feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of my face, but I don't dare look back at him. "But every guy needs a fine girl to walk in with. You know what I mean?"

She nodded dumbly, and I rolled my eyes. She thought he was talking about her. But clearly, he wasn't. "Is Jacob going?" I asked, and I could tell I had caught everyone off guard. All eyes were on me, including Chresanto's.

"Since when are you interested in him?" Eve asks, raising an eyebrow up at me.

I laughed, and Chres looked hurt. "Since like forever." Eve shot me a confused look, but she didn't press the subject.

"He is going right?" I asked, placing Chres back on the spot.

He sighed, "Yeah, he's going."

"Good," I cheered, smiling at my work. "Because I'd be his fine lady any day."

Chresanto narrowed his eyes at me, and I could tell he was thinking. I watched as he glanced from me to Eve, and I could see him formulating some sort of plan. Maybe I underestimated him. Maybe he was stronger than I thought.

Eve

"You wanna go with me?" The second those words fell from Chresanto's lips, I damn near screamed in joy.

Nervously, I smiled at Chres, sending a glance down at my freshly manicured nails. Despite my calm demeanor, my heart was pounding against my ribcage. Every part of my body felt giddy with excitement, and I looked up at him, momentarily getting lost in his smooth, chocolate-colored eyes.

"Yeah, sure," I retorted, my voice coming out hella calm. "I'll go with you."