The Players & the Played

One

Keisha

"Gimme my fucking phone, Keisha!"
Instead of giving him the phone, Keisha whipped the phone out of Javon's reach, damn near dropping it in her haste. She was on top of him. Her body twisted with effort, her arm extended as she scrolled through his messages.
"Who's this, bitch, huh? Talking about some, come get this kitty daddy?" Huh? Nigga, 'splain this shit!" Keisha was yelling now, her voice carrying around the small room.
But Javon was done playing games. He shoved Keisha's small body off of him, snatched the phone and scurried to a corner.
"Bitch, don't ask me no fucking questions! I ain't giving you no explanations!" Keisha was crying now. Slowly, she pulled herself into a sitting position, on top of the rumpled sheets and faced her boyfriend. Her soon to be ex-boyfriend.
There was a moment of silence as Keisha studied Javon and Javon fiddled with the sleek iPhone now in his possession. Javon was about six feet tall, with skin the color of strong coffee, sad, droopy dark brown eyes, and dark brown hair that he kept cornrowed straight back. He wasn't built, but had a nice lean, toned body that Keisha had grown to love.
And this was not the first time he had cheated. In fact, as Keisha sat silently sobbing in the bed they shared, and Javon continued to return text messages, Keisha knew that Javon was plain and simple a cheater. They had been dating for two years and she had caught him with another woman twice. That was last year, but from the texts in his phone, she knew he had not given up his cheating ways. And from the sinking feeling in her heart and the nonchalant way in which he continued to ignore her existence and play on his phone, she knew he didn't plan to.
Keisha glanced at the clock. 12:01. Just over an hour ago, she had come home from a long day at work to find Javon in the shower. She had put her keys down, took her shoes off, and wandered into the bedroom, hearing the sounds of running water. Then that wasn't the only sound she heard. The popular Drake song "Hotline Bling" started blaring and she noticed Javon's shiny iPhone on the nightstand. Even more interesting was the fact that the caller was saved under "Big Booty Judy" with a lotta nonsense heart emojis. Heart pounding, Keisha had snatched up the phone.
"Hello?" a breathy, female voice was on the line. Keisha was frozen in shock and couldn't even get a word out. Instead, she stabbed the phone until it went silent. Then she started digging, and the more she went through Javon's phone, the angrier she had gotten. When Javon finally wandered outta the shower in a pair of sweatpants and nothing else, she started screaming. It didn't help that Hotline Bling kept playing, and the words Big Booty Judy kept dancing across the screen.
Long after Javon had developed a new password for his phone and tumbled into the bed, Keisha stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Why the fuck couldn't she keep a man? Why did every man she was ever with feel the need to cheat on her? she wondered. She studied her reflection with critical eyes. Ok, no she wasn't the baddest bitch alive. Her face was cute enough, with big, full pink lips, large dark brown eyes framed with thick eyelashes, sparse brows and a firm, rounded nose. Her nose was pierced with a small white jewel that was definitely not a diamond, but who was looking that hard. Right now she had long extensions in. Her hair was freshly done, in black box braids that fell down her back. Keisha's skin was rich and dark, a smooth ebony that gleamed and glistened when wet. And her body wasn't bad either. She was about 5 five feet tall, and not too small. No, she wasn't a video vixen, nor did she wanna be. But she had a nice ass, nice waist, and perky titties.
That was the problem she decided. She was cute enough to wife, but not cute enough to be enough. Her mind wandered to Javon snoring away in their bed. Plus, the men she went after were always broke ass niggas. Javon hadn't done a day of work in his life. He wasn't the type of nigga to do for himself. She was tired of paying bills for his broke ass. While he laid up in the crib she was paying for, texting and sexing bitches, she was slaving away at a nine to five. Keisha scrubbed the tears from her eyes. Well that was it. She was done letting him run her. As soon as he popped his eyes open the next morning, Javon was gonna have to go.