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X: Questions

Chresanto

The silence following the question was suffocating. It felt like the air had wrapped around my throat and was slowly choking me.

Eve snorted, her lips pursed. Her arms were folded across her chest, and I eyed her in disbelief. She was really trying me today. Wasn't she?

I repeated my question, grabbing her arm roughly. "I said...Are. You. Cheating. On. Me?" I enunciated each word slowly to make sure she heard me.

"No," she retorted hotly. She snatched her arm back. "Are you?"

Rolling my eyes, I took a step back. I was done with her right now.

Jamie

I sat at a Starbucks table, my fingers drumming against the table. I eyed my chipped nail polish in distaste. If it wasn't for Ray calling me on the phone so damn distressed, I would've been at the salon. Man, his punk ass was lucky I was such a nice person. He better have something important to say.

My back straightened when I caught a glimpse of Ray walking over to me. His wild hair was pulled back into his signature hair style, two long braids. He smiled at me, and I forced a smile back.

"Hey," I said fake cheeriness dripping from my voice.

"What's up?" He greeted. His leg bounced up and down nervously, and I eyed the action. He was worrying over something. "Haven't seen you in a while. Where have you been?"

I leaned back in my chair. "I've been around, nigga," I retorted. I eyed my nails.

He chuckled lowly. "Whatever, Jamie. I just need to talk to you. Like the old days."

Immediately, I softened. He caught my interest. I looked back at him, another smile making its way onto my face. What new gossip was he going to share? From the worried look on his face, his news was going to be something worth hearing.

"I really like this girl..." his words trailed off as he looked to the side. I leaned forward, hanging on his every word. "But she's taken," he said the last part so quietly that I almost didn't hear him.

Staring at him, I took a second to mull over his words. I knew exactly who he was talking about. The only girl he'd been hanging out with who wasn't single was Eve. And everyone knew he secretly wanted to fuck her. I personally didn't know why. There was no way in hell she could've been any good in bed.

"Who's the girl?" I inquired, layering my voice with false innocence. I had to hear him say it; I needed to know I was right.

"No one," he answered quickly. He refused to meet my gaze. Yeah, I was right. He was so into Eve. He looked at his watch, cursing softly. "Shit, I'm late."

"What are you late for?" I demanded.