The Curve

Ten

Destiny

Fifteen minutes later I'm parked in the parking lot of Starbucks with my girls rolling up a blunt while jamming to my girl Sevyn Streeter's cover to Say It.

"Girl. That man fucked me so good I forget who I am!" I tell them.
"Who!" Gia asks.
I'm, so out of it I forgot to even tell them.
"My Boss!!!" I look at them both. The girls are total opposites but right now. They mirror each other with the 'the fuck you just say?!' look on their faces.
I go back to my task at hand. Licking the blunt closed and heating up the wet parts with my lighter so it could dry.
"You didn't!" Crystal says. I don't even look up.
"Bitch I did." and I light it up.
"How the hell did this shit happen. I thought you were gonna quit after you know..."
I inhale. And nod my head. Holding the smoke in. Pointing to her.
"Yeah." Cough. "Girl I..." Cough. Cough. Cough.
"Did." Finally exhaling the smoke. Trying not to kill me with this shit. I suck in some air and pass the blunt.
"I sent him an email with my resignation and everything. I didn't even go in that day."
And I go through all of what happened up until now. Key reason on why I'm so all over the place with my emotions dealing with Shawn, was Francesca and Penelope. All the while I'm rotating the blunt and slurping on my frappe.

"I think he has a thing about fucking and dumping the help." I tell them my fears.
I could not be like those women. My phone chooses to like up at that moment with two text notifications. One from Shawn asking where I was. The other from Corey asking if we could talk.
Boy problems at my age just didn't sit right with me.

"Girl you better enjoy that rich ass man," Gia says.
"Yeah, even if it's just a fling, the man is spending money on you." Crystal agrees.
"And that shit is an improvement from them bum ass niggahs you use to fuck with." They both take a sip of their tea. That nasty shit. I don't sees how they do it. That shit ain't got no flavor.
But they right. I think. But I can't help but wanna stop this. I'm too old for flings. I don't want the bull shit anymore. But I don't tell them this. They will just pity me. They like this game. And I real life just want someone to really love me. So I try and argue.
"Naw, remember Donte from college? That niggah spent money on me."
Crystal looks me upside my head.
"Hoe that niggah was a drug dealer, and almost got ya ass with an STD" she points out.
I finish the last of my beverage knowing she's right. They're both right.
I shouldn't think too much into this thing with Shawn. I should just chill and let it happen. Because to be real, in this time and age, the only love I'm ever going to get is from the books I read.
We talk a little bit more and I decided I'm ok. I'm a little high, but I'm good.

But it's 12:15 and half the office is gone. I mean this ain't the first time I've been to work high. Hell, I even use to smoke with Sara from HR. But now that I'm back maybe I shouldn't have done that. When I get back to my desk. Shawn's office door is open, and he sees me come back in.

"Where have you been?" he asks.
Shit!!
I grab me a bag of chips from my desk drawer. And slowly walk into his office. Why did I decide it was ok to get high again?
But a better question. Why do I not give a fuck and pop open the chip? And stuff my mouth with two of them.
Shawn cocks his head to the side and looks at me.
When I continue to chew instead of answering him. He frowns.
"Destiny. I asked you a question. I expect an answer." He tells me.
So I take it upon myself to be honest.
"I needed some time away from you," I answer.
And it may be my high fucking with, but I thought I saw the hurt flash on his face, for just a second. But as soon as it's there. It's gone.
He doesn't say anything for a few minutes. But when he does, I don't expect him to say what he says.
"Ok, Destiny. Go to lunch." he looks away from me and busies himself with the files on his huge desk.
I don't hesitate to. I pop another chip in my mouth and turn around.
"Close the door," he orders.
So I do. I'm high so I think nothing of it.