Best Bitches

VIII: New Problems

Jamie

I walked into the house, kicking my pumps off. My feet were killing me, my back was aching, and I was tired after spending the night on the phone with Jacob. I slammed the apartment door behind me, wondering if Eve or Christina were home. Hopefully, one of those bitches decided to cook some damn food. I don't know how they could go so long eating nothing but take-out. That was probably why they didn't have as nice of a figure as I did.

As I made my way into the kitchen, I noticed a pair of Jordans sitting in the walkway. Cautiously, I tiptoed around them. Normally, I would assume one of the guys were here, but those were too small to belong to a guy. Not to mention Eve and Christina didn't even have the money to just buy shoes like those.

"What the fuck?" The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them, but who could blame me? There was some random ass bitch sitting on my fucking counter. And she looked like some back alley, wannabe thug. And God, that purple lipstick looked fucking ridiculous on her dark ass skin. And where the fuck were her clothes? She was just in some basketball shorts and her damn bra.

"You must be Jamie," she smiled, her eyes running up and down my body as though she was assessing me.

Cocking an eyebrow, I folded my arms across my chest. I didn't know who this broke hoe was, but she needed to go. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I questioned.

"Shawnee, I got the...." Christina's words trailed off as she entered the kitchen. Her eyes were wide open, and her body seemed to be shaking as her eyes wandered between me and Shawnee. One look at her already told me what I needed to know: she wasn't expecting me to find out about this little pow wow.

"Hey, Christina," I smiled at her, my false cheeriness making her more nervous.

"H-Hey," she stuttered. Her eyes once again wandered over to the half naked bitch. "What are you doing here?"

Frowning, I looked at her. "I live here, too, bitch," I spat. My gaze hardened, and she took a step back. "Now, who the fuck is she?"

The girl smiled, glancing down at her watch. "Man, I gotta go," she retorted. She snatched a hoodie of one of the chairs, sliding it over her head. Her eyes briefly met mine before she leaned over to plant a quick kiss on Christina's lips.

As she walked out the room, my gaze settled on Christina. I could feel my eyebrows slowly raising in amusement. So that's why she wasn't giving it up to Craig. Her ass was over here chasing pussy instead of dick.

"Oh shit," I mumbled, a laugh escaping my lips. "You're gay."

Christina shook her head, a guilty look replacing her shocked expression. "Don't tell anyone, Jamie," she pleaded.

"Damn," I sucked my teeth. This was what she deserved. You try to stay a step ahead of me, and you end up tripping over your own damn feet. She wasn't smart enough to keep secrets, and I was enjoying the power I had over her. "Now...What would Craig say about all this?"