Chapter 35

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That weekend came and went faster than I could say 'FUCK Jay Carter'. Believe me, I was just as shocked about the way I had reacted but there is BUT so much a person can take. I guess all the built up anger I had about him reacting the way he did towards the whole baby situation came out when he had the nerve to call me out my name. Well not necessarily but we all know the force of him referring to me as 'Psychotic' is just as equivalent to being called a 'Crazy B!tch'. I don't give a shit what he meant by it but I'm just glad I got that out my system.

While I calmed down Tarja and Malik locked me down in that place until Jay was well gone and out of the neighborhood. They probably thought I was going to jump in my car, follow his ass and finish trying to get my feelings out physically but I was over it. So over it and him, so I thought.

March ended, April passed, and Graduation came up in May.

Michelle went back to Jersey and moved in with Jamal as far as I'm concerned. According to her they were going to test the waters out with living together first before she actually walked the down the aisle. Even though they'd known each other for so long, there's nothing like being around one another 24/7 and learning how the other keeps up with their own living arrangements. It's like the ultimate test in a relationship. If you can survive living together for a certain amount of time then there is absolutely nothing to worry about when you tie the knot.

Ashleigh fled her previous life in D.C and moved to New York to pursue her career in Journalism as well as modeling. At the rate she was going I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up seeing her on TV by the end of the year. She was indeed motivated. I just hoped she didn't stoop too low in the industry just to get far.

I on the other hand was for the first time excited as hell to go back home but only for one reason. I'd been doing some major talking with my father and eventually persuaded him into helping me get my own place. While my mother was so caught up on me staying at home until my money was all right, my father stayed on my side and thought it'd be a good experience to live on my own.

He knew I wasn't that well off yet so he agreed to help pay for the rent and bills until I was all good. Fortunately, I'd had a new job already waiting for me as a Receptionist at a Dr's Office that specialized in psychiatry. I wasn't going to be doing much but answering calls, scheduling appointments, and keeping up with files, etc. It wasn't exactly what I went to school for but I wasn't going to be making any major money in that field until I went to Graduate School- so for the time being this chunky steady check was like gold in my eyes.

Living alone had its ups and downs. I had to keep reminding myself that Michelle wasn't in the next room over whenever I got bored. I even thought about Kelly and RJ moving in with me but knowing her, she probably would've backed out once she didn't feel like paying rent anymore- besides there was only one bedroom so I scratched that idea before it even evolved into anything. All jokes aside, I think I was just lonely as hell and wanted a man again that's when I messed up and started having random reminiscent moments of Jay and I when we could actually stand each other.

Marcus and I had managed to keep in touch but we only talked maybe a total of 3 times after that Miami trip up until then. It was well into June when he called and let me know he had settled in his place downtown. He was persistent with trying to get me to go out with him but for some reason I kept putting him off and saying I had other things to do; 'Maybe some other time.'

I had just finished unpacking the last of my things myself so I wasn't sure how long I could keep up with that excuses. I was working my friends to the core to help me with all my shit. This weekend in particular Kelly couldn't make it so I vouched for the next best thing. Tarja ended up coming over and as always we ended up getting carried away with the girl talk up until her brother called. Too bad how the end of the night would play out was far unexpected.

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