Mixed Signals

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Mya's P.o.v

The next morning, I had a raging headache. Or hangover or whatever. Did I party hard? Yea. But I still remember everything. First, I watched the strippers dance. I admit they have hella skills. The niggas went crazy over them, actually throwing big face hundreds at them. Shhhiiittt, talk about fast money. Then a stripper named Stackz was going around giving lap dances.

"Mya you want one?" Lauren asked me.

"Naw, I'm good on that"

"Man have some fun, dang!"

"I am having fun, I'm here ain't I"

"As a damn party pooper.. Come on it's my treat."

Shaking my head remembering the $75 lap dance from Stackz , that Lauren paid for. At first, I was thinking $75 was cheap for Stackz to be Magic City's #1. Then I realized she only stayed in once spot for two minutes tops. So, $75 every two minutes is hella money. Shit, I'm not brave enough to be a stripper so props to them. Snapping back to reality I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water and grabbed some pills to relieve my pain. I went to pee and got right back into bed. Laying down I checked my phone for the first time since before I went out. A couple people asked me "What you doing" others asked "Where you at" , While this nigga Deontae blew my phone up.. Not one call, Not two.. but twenty-two times. I just shrugged and made myself comfortable.

45 minutes later I hopped in the shower. Once in there I realized I had started my period which upset me. Making a mental note to buy more tampons. Grabbing the soap to wash every part of me. Then at the last minute I decided to wash my hair. Grabbing my shampoo I took my shower cap off and rubbed the shampoo in. After doing that I conditioned my hair and was heading out.
"that didn't take too long" I said to myself. I proceeded to dry off while singing "Parking Lot" by Nivea.

" Well, it's a 11 O'clock right on the dot. And I had this feeling I had to see my shawdy. To see my homie But it's gotta be with the quickness Gotta get back home to my man, before he miss this,Are you with this, I'm telling youuuu..."
After putting my tampon in I pulled my panties up. I didn't put on a bra.. Hell it's my down day.
singing again...
" I'm at the drive through right beside you ready to take your order. Take you right here in the parking lot! I'm gonna make sure it's hot for you, like you like it, good for you, like you like it , ohh. Taste it right here in the parking lot .. "
Grabbing my hair brush I started acting like I was performing on stage in front of millions. I continued to sing.
" And I got to stop cause we in the drop ..But I just got to 'cause I got a man, but you understand, that he is not youuu.And I can't help it I'm gone meet you here tomorrow night I'm telling youuuuu"

Laughing at myself I started to brush my hair. It was so pretty and wavy when it was wet. Looking at myself . I put mousse in my hair so I could accomplish the "wet hair" look when it dried. Cleaning up behind me I existed the bathroom. Going back into the kitchen I grabbed more pills and popped to relieve the pain from my period before it started. My cramps were hard to bare. Shaking my head at the shit we go through as females. Plopping down on my couch with my phone, remote, and cover. Making myself comfortable, I checked instagram. The first thing I see is Nyla posing . I double tapped and clicked on her page. Lurking was indeed the word. Stunned, I clicked on a picture of her and a guy kissing with the caption "What's understood don't have to be explained. ."  First I figured it was an old pic from her lil boyfriend in Nashville. .. but the comments spoke otherwise. All her Nashville friends asked "who is that.." While,  Nyla didn't respond to them... I wanted a answer. Dialing her number,  I awaited a answer..
"Hey big sis"
"Whats good Nyla  ?"
"Im straight. you? "
"Girl I'm fine. Just started my period and shit." I moaned in a little pain.
"Shh man I know the feeling. Today should be my last day."
"Lucky"
"What you doing Mya?"
"On instagram..."
"Aw yea,  I saw you just double tap."
"I clicked on your page rightt.. and girl who is this you kissing"
"I met this guy.."
"And .."
"His name is Marcus.. and I met him when I first got here. But just met up again a few weeks ago. ."
"You been keeping secrets. ."
"No, Mya"
"Yea ok. Be careful out there sis."
"I know and I will. You dont have to worry"
"Oh,  I won't. You have too much to loose to be out here acting out. "
"Exactly. "
"Aight  , well have fun . I'ma catch up with you later. " I said hearing a knock on my front door.
"Aight One."
"One."

"Aw hell naw" I said as the fucker started to bang on my door. Heading to my room I slipped on some sweatpants over my panties.

I started walking towards me door. Luckily, my headache was gone and I was feeling better. Hearing the voice on the other side of the door made me freeze.. I don't know if I want to answer.

"Mya I know you are in there just open the damn door."

I peeped over at the clock and it was 1:52pm.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM NIGGA" I said swinging my door open ready to punch the shit out of Deontae.

"Fuck you mean what's my problem. I haven't heard from you in two damn weeks"

"Nigga I don't have to check in with you."

"Mya what the hell is wrong with you."

"I should be asking you that. You on my damn doorstep"

"Why haven't I heard from you?" He toned down a little bit.

"Look, I don't have time for this shit" I said getting ready to slam my door in his face. But his hand stopped it. "Nigga move." I looked up and over his shoulders to see a few on-lookers. "You need to step you got people looking all up over here. Being nosy and shit."

"Fuck them, I'm not leaving."

"Nigga you need to step."

"Step? So now I'm just some random nigga?"

"Exactly .. glad you're catching on."

"Oh, forreal?"

"Yea forreal." I said jerking my neck with attitude. Glad this was easing my period pains.

"Mya let me in, please"

"Hell naw"

"You breaking up with me?"

"We was never together."

"Fuck you mean?" I mugged me.

"You heard me nigga."

"How was we never together when--"

I zoned out to tell myself not to punch the hell out of him. It's making me mad because I was his fucking side bitch....

"Are you even listening to me?"

"No"

"Mya why are you acting this way?"

"What way?"

"Like a bitch"

"So now I'm a bitch?"

"No, but you're acting like one.."

"Stop there, I'm about to tell you who the bitch is..." Stepping out on my porch and shutting my front door behind me. "You're the bitch. How? Because you think you can have the best of both worlds. But that's not happening on my end nigga..."
"What the hell you talking about" he stopped me in mid sentence.
"Oh you wanna play dumb? Nigga I know all about your three year relationship. "
His facial expression changed with let me know he knew exactly what was up.
"Wh-What you talking you"
"So now you stupid, stuttering,  and bad memory! ?" I said mugging him in his head.
"Ma don't put your hands on me"
"Fuck you Deontae."
"Whatever,  I'm out."
"Oh now you running because I mentioned yo main bitch! ?"
"What bitch  !?"
"Does the name Diamond ring any bells? ?" He paused for a second .
"Oh you tripping off Diamond?" He looked at me like I was stupid.
"Nah . I'm not tripping off a damn thing. Just know I'm good on you."

"So you ending us because of a rumor?"

"Nigga we never started. And Fuck a rumor I found this shit out first hand."
"First hand.. What the fuck you mean!?" He said obviously angry.
"I MET DIAMOND. " with that I slammed my door in his face. Further communication was completely unnecessary.  I didn't need or want a explanation from him. I was done with his ass. If he wanted details of me meeting Diamond. .. she would have to tell him. Because I'll be damned.