Honey Brown II

Chapter 13

RACHEAL

This was just too easy. So much so, that I was becoming bored.

Olivia was so damn gullible, and in desperate need of a friend. She never once questioned my sudden appearance and interest in being such a great friend to her.

And now, she was in my car, complaining about her car and her life and blah, blah, blah.

Having her car moved only took a brief phone call early this morning. And while I enjoyed watching her suffer, I was growing tired of listening to her talk about her problems.

She called someone as soon as we left the towing company. It was obvious that she was on the phone with Kenny, and her lack of mentioning my name made me wonder if she told Kenny about me.

"Was that your boyfriend?" I inquired after she hung up the phone. Her brief pause before answering my question let me know that she was somewhat uncomfortable discussing her sexuality with me.

"No... Girlfriend," she slowly responded.

I glanced at her, "Like, a friend who's a girl, or a girlfriend?" Her face turned crimson. It was kind of cute.

Kind of.

I smiled to try to put her at ease, "It's okay, I like women too," I winked at her.

She visibly exhaled, "Sorry, it's just you never know how people are going to react."

"No problem, I completely understand," I assured her. She droned on some more about her life, while saying very little about Kenny. I couldn't get her home fast enough. Before she got out of the car, I told her to make sure that she was dressed to impress and ready by 8:00 p.m.

I knew exactly where I was going to take her.

OLIVIA

Racheal was so sweet. And thank God she didn't judge me; I wouldn't have been able to handle losing a friendship so early on. I did feel bad about not spending time with Kenny, but she seemed genuinely happy that I had made a new friend. I used the rest of the afternoon gathering all the necessary paperwork to retrieve my car. I would worry about the money another day.

As the evening approached, I showered and stood in my closet, trying to decide what to wear. I wasn't feeling the brightest, so I decided on a little black dress with a lace back and sleeves. I paired the dress with red, heeled sandals that buckled around the ankle, and a red clutch. I shook out my curls, and completed the look with a simple smoky eye and red lipstick.

I was putting on my jewelry when Racheal let me know that she was on her way. I was curious to know where we were going.

We must have been going somewhere fancy, because Racheal looked amazing.

She was wearing a gold, geometric print dress that had a deep, plunging neckline that showcased her cleavage perfectly. Her hair fell over her shoulders in loose waves, and her makeup was flawless. I climbed in the passenger seat, and we fell into easy conversation as she drove.

About twenty minutes later, she pulled up in front of a nightclub called The Cherry Pit. I'd never heard of it, but I was usually up to trying new things. She valeted her car, and we were able to skip the line since Racheal knew the bouncer.

Upon entry, it was like any other nightclub: loud music, flashing lights, and people on top of people. I felt her grab my hand, and pull me towards the bar. She ordered us drinks, and before I could reach in my purse to pay, she leaned over and shouted over the music, "Don't worry about it, I know the bartender."