Lion's Pride

Chapter 8

  

D . a . n . i . e . l . l . e

"GIRL HE WAS JUST SO DAMN FINE. AUGUST ALSINA TYPE FINE, Ginuwine type fine, Dani." Rayne groans as she walks into my furnished living room as if it was her own home, taking a seat next to me on the large grey velvet sectional couch. She begins hugging and pulling at my arm like a little child. Rayne had been talking about this guy she had run into literally, named Tru all damn morning. She couldn't stop the dreamy look in her eyes as she discussed with me how fine he was. The name sounded oddly familiar to me, but I come up short when thinking about a face to match it.

     "You've said that a million times already, Rayne." I look over to my right side where she is completely cuddled up to my side. Her long brown legs were wrapped under her thick, curvy frame. It looked as if her body has curled itself into a perfect little ball. So cute, yet so vulnerable.

     "Did I even tell you how embarrassed I was when he picked up one of the thongs I wear for Montie in the bedroom?" Rayne finally let go of my arm, sitting up now. Her hands reach up and over her eyes. I could just feel her embarrassment as she whips her head back into the back of the sofa. I take time to admire her beauty, thankful to have a friend like her. Rayne could make some irrational decisions in her life and I'd still be by her side.

     "Yes, Rayne. You told me every little detail there was and I can't stand to hear anymore." She bugs her eyes out and then slams her upper body onto the couch. Her back hits the cushion with a thud, making a very light body print in it. The poor girl was visually in love with somebody she hadn't got a chance to know yet. Lawd, help this child.

      "I feel like all my secrets have been found and I am no longer a Victoria." I couldn't help myself before bellowing out a wall-jumping laugh. That was funny, and she didn't even have to think to come up with that one. I'll have to keep that as one of my jokes in the future. Rayne sits up again after hearing me laughing like a hyena. She looks me in the eyes, waiting for me to stop, but I can't.

     "It's not funny! I was feeling like that." Rayne pouts and I finish out the last spurt of my laughter finally. Looking at her with puppy dog eyes, she rolls her own, catching me about to be sarcastic.

     "I mean," I shrugged. "What do you want me to tell you, Raye? It's not like I have his cell number or something, damn."

     "But we can go get it..." She drags, smiling slightly. I look at her as if she had lost her ever-loving mind.

     "How would I know of anyone named Tru? I admit it, it does sound familiar but what the hell am I supposed to do? Besides that though, Montie would put both of us in a casket. I don't know about you but I ain't tryna die just yet."

     "We can go to one of those websites." Her eyes perk open and her body rises, now filled with happiness. Rayne was trying her very best to come up with some things that could aid her in finding this mysterious man's number, but nothing could bring me to help her. "Montie can handle me and another man. Is he always complaining that I will be stuck up his ass so why not be stuck up someone else ass too? Spread the clingy girl."

     "What website are you even talking about?" I finally ask, partly ignoring what she had said in the last part.

     "The website that Nev and Max use."

     "The dudes that host Catfish?" I raise my eyebrows.

     "Yup. They have all the websites to find people. I could use one of theirs. It ain't nothing like asking." Rayne shrugs her shoulders, seeing no big problem in her plan. I on the other hand, absolutely do.