Chapter 44

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Later on that evening I was coming down from this emotionally hectic day and looking forward to tonight when Kelly called saying she and RJ were stopping by for a little while. Since I had plans to meet up with Marcus at his place around eight, I knew I was going to have to keep an eye on the time. She and I were liable to get carried away in conversation any other time so today was no different especially since I had a shit load of things to fill her in on.

Surprisingly she arrived, bearing cupcakes and a purple gift bag while RJ held on tight to a single Sponge Bob clad balloon just for the occasion. It was obvious she'd let him pick it out himself. I wasn't much of a fan for the yellow sponge but what the hay? It was the thought that counted right- what else would you expect from a two year old?

Not too long after Kelly downed half of the cupcakes, RJ managed to talk me into turning the television on for him despite the fact that his mother said they didn't plan on staying THAT long. Liar. She seemed to take those words back real quick once I said I needed to tell her about the foolishness that happened to me today.

"Hol up-hold-the-fcuk-UP!" She held her hand mid air cutting me off once I'd gotten out the mere sentence of Jay popping up on me again unannounced. "What the hell? Stalk much? He has really been trippin lately." The look on her face read stunned mixed with a hint of concern. She didn't know the half of it.

While sitting in the living room, RJ let out a burst of giggles worrying us until we realized he was so into the TV he hadn't been paying us any mind. Still I trailed off into my bedroom to look for something to change into for tonight while Kelly followed ready to hear the rest of my little story.

"So what'd he come to btch about this time? Miss Nichole aint enough to occupy his time or something? He and Lorenzo can go kick rocks for all I care."

I shook my head laughing. She was so biased now a days but it didn't bother me much since I always seemed to agree with her in the long run.

A sigh escaped my mouth while standing in front of the closet; blankly staring at my wardrobe.

"He said he'd been thinking about us getting back together again, some bull?" I couldn't remember his words exactly but that was damn near close. "In the end, I told him flat out now was not the time, I'm tired of fighting all the time and we just need to be apart. If we're meant to be together then it will happen but as of right now it'd be best if we just leave each other alone."

Kelly scoffed and smacked her lips in the process. "He is so full of it. Where was all of this before you hooked up with Marcus? Somebody else got what he had and he's bitter. They're all the same."

"That's what I'm thinking but then again..."

"Oh lord." She chuckled.

"Now wait a minute, before you say anything, be quiet." I twirled around shoving my index finger her way. "I just dont know what to think about it anymore. I mean its messed up that it probably took him finding out that I was talking to another guy to figure out that he really wanted to be with me but at the same time that'd be a mess right now. Before all that drama concerning what I did, he was fine. Now, I just feel like....he doesn't look at me the same and of course that hurts."

"You made one mistake Bee- that was logically I guess a good choice for you but the way he decided to react is what led to all of this drama in my opinion. He cuts you off and then claims he just wants to be friends. Since he obviously still wants to deal with your ass NOW...Yea he cares about you, but I think you made the right move by telling him yall needed space. It could prove some things or bring you back together, who knows."

I sat on the opposite side of my bed playing around with a lose string attached to one of the many decorative pillows I had positioned neatly on top of the comforter. She was making a good point. Exactly what I was thinking, I guess I just needed someone else's opinion to make me feel better.

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