I know what I'm doing with Jabari. He does his dirt and I do mine. And its not like I want to. I only cheat on him because he cheats on me. A reaction to his actions. And can you even consider what I do as cheating? I mean, there isn't any penetrati...
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"Iris? Girl, I haven't seen you in forever!"
I turn my head, taking in the sight before me. "Oh, hey Alima." I say with fake cheerfulness, a just as fake smile on my face. I was keen on her, but that didn't mean I had to be a bitch, you know? I could be cool and cordial even though she was a factor on my loss of a first love.
"Girl, whatchu doing sitting VIP in this club?" She asks, looking around and making me raise an eyebrow. Why wouldn't I be? Doesn't she know whose party this is? Of course I'd be in VIP, duh. "Cuz I mean, no disrespect but I didn't think Jabari-"
"It's Jabari, of course I'm VIP."
"Well... I heard y'all broke up and I just thought-"
"You thought we had animosity between us." I say, trying to keep myself cordial. I wasn't with this shit. I already didn't really fuck with her for fucking my man and now she gotta ask all these damn questions? Like it's really her business whether I was in this club or not? Sitting in VIP? Get the hell out, Alima.
"Yeah." She chuckles. "He seemed really fucked up about it."
"Yeah." I mutter, sipping some of my drink. I didn't need to hear this. Jabari knew what was up. It wasn't like I was the one who fucked up. I mean, I did fuck up, but I was only fucking up because he was fucking up. So we were both fucking up and couldn't take it.
"Does he know you're here?"
No, he doesn't. I'm here as a surprise because I didn't get him a present.
"Would it be any of your business if he didn't?" I ask slowly, turning to face her. My patience had officially run out and now it was time to be mean. He wasn't her nigga, I knew that for a fact, so whatever hope he filled her with was only gonna get her ass beat. I wasn't the bitch to be questioning. She wasn't the bitch to be questioning anybody.
Anyways, he had texted me earlier in the month about these plans for his birthday which surprised me because we hadn't spoken for a long ass time. An exclusive party at his favorite club. And he had put me on VIP because, and i quote, 'that's where I belonged, just in case I wanted to come.'
I was torn up about it. While I didn't want to, because I didn't want to see him, we've been spending our birthday together for about five years. It was something that was sort of special to me, so I felt some sort of obligation towards him.
So, here I was, in his favorite club, wearing this dress in an attempt to show out, on his birthday. And he didn't even know it. But it was okay.
"You don't have to be a bitch." She scoffs and I look at her again, a deep frown on my face.
She was fucking my buzz up.
"Don't get fucked up, Alima. Jabari will always be mine. No matter who he kissin or fucking on. So of course I'm here, sitting pretty in VIP, regardless of our breakup. Of course he know I'm here. He know I wouldn't miss this shit for the world. And guess who bed he gon be in tonight?"
