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8) The Big Fuck-Up

Seandrea Sledge:

I knew I had fucked all the way up right then and there. Just by tagging Hakeem in that post.

Shayaa had either commented that to show that he knew about the situation between me and Hakeem (which he did) or he was trying to get my attention (which he did).

"Dre, you just went pale." Imani said.

"No I didn't." I said, pulling my jacket up over my face.

"Then why you covering your face?" Imani said.

"Because, I'm doing one of those make a wish post things on instagram." I lied.

"And that post is where? Cause I see you and your ex. And a comment with a heart and a broken heart." Imani said.

"Why is you all up in my phone?" I said, my voice muffled by my jacket.

"Uh, because you dropped it and I picked it up?" Imani said with a 'duh' tone to her voice.

I pulled down my jacket and grabbed my phone. "So tell me again, why you went pale, and why you're blushing now?"

"I'm blushing?"

"Cheeks pink as Barbie's lifestyle."

Okay, if it was like that, shit. All of that pink Barbie be rocking makes me sick.

"Something happened but I'm not finna tell you my business." I said.

When Imani dropped me off, I ran into the house so fast, I had just closed the door when Imani pulled off.

I dialed Shayaa's number and it went straight to voicemail. "Shayaa, I know I said we need to separate but I really need to talk, call me back as soon as you get this." I said, after the automated response came.

I debated whether I should call Hakeem or not but then I decided not to. I got in the shower to get ready for tonight and stayed in there for about an hour. Three quarters of that hour, I spent thinking about that comment on Instagram.

When I got out, I had two missed calls from Shayaa. I called him back. He picked up finally. "What?" He said, irritation in his voice.

"Shayaa, what's up with the comment on--"

"Seandrea, you know, if that was really the reason you needed to take a break, you should have told me that instead of lying to my fucking face." Shayaa said.

"What?" I said, confused.

"You know what the fuck I just said. If you had another nigga, why you gone waste my time and play innocent?" Shayaa said.

"Shayaa, I know you not geeking about that picture, that's my ex." I said.

"Nah, fuck all that shit. It's been almost a month. Three of them weeks we ain't even talked. Now I don't even know what the fuck you did in them three weeks. If you wanted to be a hoe, don't bring me into this shit." Shayaa said.

"Shayaa, I'm not tryna be no fucking hoe, if you could just shut the fuck up and hear me out you would understand and not call me shit I'm not!" I snapped.

Shayaa was quiet. "Go ahead." He said.

"I was tryna tell you that the picture was from two god damn months ago. That's the same person I was arguing with in the living room at the beginning of the month. The main reason I said we needed to take a break was to get him off my ass." I said.

Shayaa was quiet again. "Seandrea I'm--"

"Before you say sorry, I'm not accepting it unless you actually mean it. I know I told my ex this, but once you say you sorry, you gotta show me, don't tell me." I said.

There was a minute long hesitation before Shayaa sighed. "Seandrea, I'm sorry. I shouldn't of assumed from what I saw, it was my fault." Shayaa said.

"Apology accepted." I said, smiling to myself.

"We good?" Shayaa said.

"Yeah, but I gotta call you tomorrow, I'm going out tonight." I said.

"Okay." Shayaa said.

I hung up and put on what I had bought and washed my face and put on a small amount of makeup. Then I brushed my hair. I still had ten minutes before Imani got here so I wasted that on Snapchat and Instagram.

Imani pulled up outside and I got in the front seat where I was earlier. "You good?" Imani said.

"Yeah." I said.

Shayaa commented on your post didn't he

I read over the message from Deja. I pretended to check the mirror on the sun visor and gave her a look. "Imani, let me switch seats with Chy." I said.

Imani stopped the car and I climbed into the backseat with Dej and Imani started driving again. "Dej, he thought I was cheating." I said.

"Forreal?" She said.

"He went off as soon as he picked up the phone. I got like six words out before he started talking about me lying to his face." I said.

"So y'all done?" Dej said.

"No, he apologized once I told him the picture was from two months back." I said.

"Oh." Dej said.

"We here, y'all can get out of y'all seemingly deep conversation now." Imani said loudly.

We got out of the car. My heels clicked against the pavement. Imani had went towards some heels so she was almost my height with them on. I mean, my height without the heels on. We all told Chy not to wear heels cause she was tall enough.

I walked in the back. The music was loud and it wasn't Friday so it wasn't as packed. I took a seat in the lounge chair. "Jeesh, Dre you so dry." Dej yelled over the music.

"I'm finna get me something to drink!" I yelled.

"Then get ya ass up!" Dej said.

I got up and made my way towards the bar and found Chy. She was crying. "Chy, what's wrong?" I asked, sitting next to her.

"Oh, nothing." She said, with a failed attempt to wipe her eyes.

"Don't act like I didn't see you just crying. Tell me what's wrong." I said.

I slid over the glass of Chardonnay I was getting ready to drink and she drunk the whole thing. "It's Deja, I'm worried about her. I think somebody after her." Chy said.

"After her?" I said.

Hi y'all. How y'all doing?

How y'all feel about that switch of events?

Did Shayaa do too much?

Or was Seandrea acting like a bitch?

Ooooooooo, somebody might be out for Deja, who you think it might be?

Anything for me to clear up? Comment here»

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