Who's Mans Is This?

Chapter 8: Jay and DeAndre

Maurice-

It was three days before Christmas Break. DeAndre was in class and Jay had to go meet someone. I hated sitting in my room, but I don't have anything to really do. Or.....

I picked my phone and unlocked it. I scrolled through my contact ms until I found the one name I wanted to see. I selected the name and hit the FaceTime button.

Connecting...

"Hello?" Brenna said with surprise.

"BRRRRRRRENNAAAAA!" I said rolling the 'r'. She was my best friend. We did a lot of things together, and we always kept it real with one another.

"Don't brenna me bitch," she said. "You wait till three days before brake to hit a bitch up? You got some explaining to do," She continued, while propping up her phone on something so I could see her and her room. She continued doing whatever she was doing while I talked.

"Calm down, I'm trying not to fail," I said as I watched her clean up. Her room was dirty. Brenna is probably the prettiest girl I know, and also the messiest. I went to her house one time to visit and a tornado visited her room personally to fuck her shit up.

"How is your side of the room so dirty already?!" I said.

"Well, it has been five months," she said glaring at me. I haven't talked to her ace to face, but she acts like we don't text on a daily. If you ask me, I think she ODin'. Also, I rarely use my FaceTime, and she knows that.

"Why are you so bent out of shape?" I say as I set my phone up
Next to my laptop. I open it it and trying to start on some work as she keeps talking.

"Because I haven't seen you since we graduated," she whined. She always did this when she missed me. "I mean we text, but I miss your voice nigga. We gotta link over Christmas Break."

"Bet," I said. I slowly began to stop typing, and checked the notifications on my phone. Jay hadn't texted me
In a while. Neither did DeAndre. It felt....weird.

"WHY YOU GOT ME ON PAUSE!" Brenna yelled.

"Shut yo pretty ass up." I said. "You know when you have that feeling that something isn't right?" I asked her. It was strange for either of those guys to text me. It's actually been 2 days. I decided to go ahead and text them both and say wassup.

DeAndre -

I walk up to the table to see who I am supposed to be meeting.

"So you going to explain why you wanted to see me?" I say, sitting down slowly. Jay barely talked to me so him meeting me here was a little weird. I always had the feeling that he didn't like me at all, especially after I called him out of his name.

"I wanted to talk about me and you," he said. For a slight second, I thought he had gone crazy. Was this nigga about to come on to me while he had a boyfriend? I was going to say something, but the look in his eyes looked serious. SO, I decided to let him talk.

"What do you think about Maurice," he asked me, taking a sip of his Gatorade.

"Come again?"

"What do you think about him?"

Where was this coming from...? "He's a good person...innocent, has strong morals. Genuinely nice..."

"Has the worst temper," we both said at the same time and laughed. The seriousness left Jay's eyes and a look  of consolidation came across his face. Both of our phones buzzed.

MySnakk: Yo, you've been ghost

I lock the screen and look back at Jay.

"Alright, look. You don't have to be considerate of my feelings while me and Mar are in a relationship, but at least be considerate of his," he said. "I know how you feel about him."

"Do you?" I said. This conversation was getting a little heavy. I was feeling angry, this guy that hasn't spent more than an hour with me, claiming that he knows how I feel about someone. I didn't realize it, but my arms were crossed and I as staring intensely at him.

"You think I don't know? Let me tell you about me..." Jay leaned in close to me...so close I could smell his cologne off him. "I have had niggas ripped from me and I've had niggas rip me to pieces. I don't put my full trust in anyone because niggas are grimy.  After that shit stunt you pulled on Maurice at that party, I thought you were the same. You are the very first person that I have actually decided to have a conversation with instead of running his fade on sight." He slowly sat back in his seat. "And if you think I'm lying," he pulled up his shirt, revealing a huge scar stretching from his chest down to his waist diagonally, "this was recent."

He put his shirt back down and took a deep breath. He looked up at me. And, honestly, I was in disbelief. He just put me on the spot, and showed me some crazy ass shit. But my mind couldn't wrap around the fact that... "You think I'm grimy?"

"I did," he stated. "But, you've lowkey changed," he said. "I think Maurice changed both of us for the better. I'm less impulsive, you actually think about what you do before you act."

"I guess..." I said laughing. It was true though, I guess I've changed some. "But back to the reason you came to see me?"

"It's as I said, be considerate of Mar's feelings my guy," he said getting up. I began to get up to. We walked out of the dining hall together, still sort or talking.

"What do you mean be considerate of his feelings?" I asked. He was being very vague about this.

"You know how sensitive and defensive he can be about different things, man. Just don't be the one to make him mad or cry, okay? I'd hate to have to fuck you up." he said smiling at me.

"Nigga, I'm bigger than you?!" I said. I was literally half a foot taller than this kid, and he's talking about running my fade and shit.

"Oh, DeAndre," he said patting my back, "I have learned in my days that no matter how big you are, I can still fuck you up!" he said laughing. "But, we all are going to the mall tomorrow, you should come out."

"We all?" I said, looking at him in confusion.

"Me,  my roommate, and Mar. It'll be fun. Plus, you can finally get out o that room you've been sulking in." He laughed some more. And I was getting agitated with this nigga.

"...I thought you weren't trying to start problems..." I said to him.

"Doesn't mean I won't stop throwing shots!!" He said, walking off.

His personality...I couldn't help but crack a smile while watching him walk off. "This nigga..." I see why Maurice loved him, too.