THE NEXT MORNING
SIMONE P.O.V.
I woke up this morning feeling sick to my stomach. I was NOT prepared for today at all. I couldn't even barely look August in the face after what I seen last night, but whatever, this meeting wasn't for me. I rolled over in the bed and grabbed my phone. I hit the number 3 and put the phone up to my ear.
STASIA: "Goodmorning, im so exicted!!"
I sighed.
ME: "Morning, and yeah, I definetly can tell you are." I said with no emotion.
STASIA: "Is everything ok? You sound a little funny."
I cleared my throat.
ME: "No, im fine. Anyways, what time are you coming over?"
STASIA: "Well it's 10:30 now, so I should be there around 12."
ME: "Okay, I'll send you directions."
STASIA: "Ok, but i gotta go get all pretty-fied, so I'll call you when Im there."
ME: "Okay, bye."
I slid the red bar over, ending the call. "Today shall be interesting." I said while sliding out of the bed. After showering, I threw on some Jeans and a crop top, and tied my hair messily. By the time I was done, I checked the time to see that it was 11:45. Stasia would be here pretty soon. I went done stairs and made me some quick breakfast, when there was a knock at the door. "Showtime." I said to myself. I walked over to the door and opened it. "August, why are you here?" I said in a annoyed tone. "Goodmorning to you to, I just wanted to know when your little friend was coming over today." I sighed. "Look, she should be here any minute now okay?" I said while shutting the door. August put his foot in the door, stopping me from closing it. "Im doing you a favor, and you STILL have a attitude, wassup mayne?" August said folding his arms. "Why don't you go ask yo little girlfriend wassup, seeing how y'all was tounging each other down last night." I crossed my arms across my chest.
"Oh you mean Jazz?" August smiled. "I see you checkin for me now." I scoffed. "Never that." I said while putting my hand up. "Good." August said. "Because you got Tyrese right? The nigga you turned me down for?" I rolled my eyes. "It was more than just Tyrese, and you know that." "Yeah, yeah your friend likes me or whatever, you needa stop doing what makes others happy and start thinking about ya self." I cleared my throat. "I am. Anyways, Stasia will be here and minute and-" My phone went off in my pocket.
STASIA: "Hey Simi, Im here."
ME: "Oh good, you made it." I said looking at August.
STASIA: "Yeah, and that man at the gate is really nice to."
I laughed.
ME: "Brutus is nice when he wants to be." I said in a laugh. "But alright, um Im coming out to meet you."
STASIA: "Alright."
I ended the call and looked up at August. "Im guessin lil mama here." I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, she's in the driveway." "Ight, im going back inside. The doors open for y'all." I nodded my head. "Yeah." I stuffed my phone back into my pocket and locked the door. Me and August went our seperate ways down the cobblestone path. When I reached the driveway, Stasia was already out of the car, waiting for me to arrive. "Hey!" Stasia squealed. "Wassup." I said solemnly. "Omg Simi, my heart is racing fast as hell." She said clutching her chest. "Your nervous?" I laughed. "Duh!! Im about to meet the man of my dreams." She said looking off into space. I rolled my eyes a little. "It's not that serious." "Well maybe not to you, but to me and the rest of the world, this is a pretty big deal. I laughed. "Okay Stasi, let's not keep the man of your dreams waiting." I said pulling her hand down the pathway. "You ready?" I asked, placing my hand on the doorknob. "I think so...but aren't you going to knock first?" Stasia asked with a confused expression. "Oh no, he said he would leave the door open for us." I said with a slight smile. "...Okay." Stasi said softly. I could tell she was really nervous. She kept checking her reflection in her phone, fixing her big curly hair and lipgloss. I turned the doorknob and walked inside.
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