*continuation
Tremaine.
"So y'all fucked and what you're jealous now, Meg?" Jermaine wondered, seeming to be heavily intrigued.
"I'm not jealous." she scoffed. "But you just, you." she began to say, showing me that her words were directed toward me. "It wasn't even an hour ago." she turned to me and whispered, making me feel shittier than I already did. But before I had the chance to turn my head to look in her face, she was already looking straight ahead again. "I just thought we were better than that. But I mean I don't know what type of respect I really thought I deserved by fucking with a nigga with a girlfriend." She laughed. "That's bad karma. Well, unless your name is Kayla." She mumbled angrily before attempting to walk away while Jermaine stared ahead at us wide eyed as if he were watching a movie script play out before his eyes.
"Megan." I called, making an attempt to grab onto her wrist as she passed me, but she quickly snatched away.
"I'm good." She said not bothering to look back as she headed out of the kitchen.
I could hear her telling Alysia that she was going to go, and that she would still see her in the morning for her doctor's appointment.
I could see why she would be mad at me, but what was I supposed to do? We were in a fucked up situation. I had a girlfriend who was already suspicious of my friendship with Megan. And part of me did enjoy the thought of Meg being jealous as bad as it sounded. But the last thing I'd ever purposely try to do is hurt her. Never in the eleven years that I had known her had she felt disrespected because of me.
We had everything set up so well, and I knew I had fucked that up, but I didn't realize how badly until in her eyes I became, as she put it, a nigga with a girlfriend that she's fucking.
"Oh this is gold." Jermaine laughed snapping me out of my thoughts. "How the hell did you manage to fuck up like that?"
Ignoring him, I grabbed a glass out of the top cabinet and poured from the first bottle I saw sitting along the bar. Vodka wasn't my thing, but I needed the double shot to give me strength to figure out the mess I had just made.
I stood in the same spot for a few more minutes, tapping my nails against the marble countertop before making my way back into the living room.
"You good?" I asked Kayla who was the first to stare my way as expected.
"Yeah, babe." She answered and I sat back on the couch beside her.
The silence in the room was awkward and the tension was thick and Alysia spent the whole three minutes I had been back in my seat, shuffling cards.
"Well, my partner isn't here anymore, so I think I'm just going to go. Thanks for inviting me." Chase said from the opposite side of me.
"Good night, brother. I love you." Alysia had finally spoke.
Chase leaving left tension even thicker between Kayla, Alysia, Jermaine, and I. I was just praying that Lee's petty ass didn't say anything out of line to Kayla that would fuck up my situation even more.
"You know she was right." Alysia said aloud as she continued to shuffled cards that we were clearly not about to play with.
"Well if you felt that way, why didn't you say shit. This is your house." I reminded.
"It's not even you though. It's this one." She said pointing toward Kayla with the deck. "It's like she forces your affection. She forces herself on your lap, she forces your arms around her waist, she kisses all on you and shit, and you just let her. I wonder why. Maybe it's because you feel bad for not wanting to be affectionate with her on your own."
