Insecure Too (Completed)

7

Yazmine

"Bitch!"

I laughed already knowing whose voice that was.

"What, Tasha?"

She smirked and hurried to catch up to me. "You wanna be a stranger sooo bad," she said, hugging me.

I felt kind of bad. Since Devonte got back in town, I had kind of been flaking on all of our plans. And I hadn't told them me and Tae were back together. "I'm sorry, that's my bad for real."

"So you back on Brian's dick?" She launched straight into the interrogation.

"Hell no," I shook my head, "Me and Brian been over."

"Mhmm that's what you said last time." Before I ran into Tasha I was headed for the cafe to grab a bite to eat. "You going to the cafe?"

"Yeah."

"Bet, I'm starving. But I know it's a reason why I ain't seen yo ass in a while."

"Okay, okay. Tae's back." I looked away.

She ain't see the significance. "Okay, and?"

I ain't say nothing.

"Bitch, y'all talk again?" She screamed.

"Chilllllll."

"I'm so curious like I ain't seen that nigga in a while. He Hollywood now?"

"No," I chuckled. "He the same old Tae."

We walked into the cafe and swiped in. The smell of unseasoned food filled the air. Honestly most of the cafe was straight nasty, but the salad bar was amazing. Plus their burgers were straight. Tasha and I got in line for a burger.

"That's so crazy," Tasha shook her head. "He blew the fuck up after he left. Now his ass famous."

"It don't even seem like it. Okay well until I saw that post on the shaderoom."

"Wait, that was you? Bitch!"

I stepped up and grabbed a hamburger bun. Then, I selected a turkey patty and layered it with cheese, lettuce, a tomato, and a pickle. I also put some fries on my plate. As I waited for Tasha to put her burger together, I scanned the cafe, looking for a place to sit. It was packed, like the food wasn't disgusting. But my eyes landed on a familiar face. Shit. Brian. He ain't notice me, he was talking to some nigga and I needed to keep it that way.

I was mentally plotting an escape plan when Tasha spoke.

"Damn it's packed as hell in this shit. Where you wanna sit?"

I scouted for a table as far from Brian as possible, with a route that meant we wouldn't pass him.

"Back there." I pointed to a space that was deep, with a couple empty tables cuz nobody felt like walking all the way back there.

We strolled over, and I stopped for my drink, my typical Sprite, and a cookie. Then we sat down. All I added to my burger was some mayo, I didn't fuck with ketchup or mustard on my burger. Tasha ass was putting hot sauce on her fries.

"Well at least one of us getting some dick."

"Stop," I laughed.

"Nah, for real. These niggas playing and I don't got the time."

I chewed on a fry. "So you not talking to nobody?"

"Not a damn soul." She rolled her eyes. "I ain't with the shit these niggas pull. Last nigga I was fucking with tried to slide in, no condom like my ass wouldn't notice. I was like, nigga. You ain't about to trap me! These niggas pull out game be weak as fuck."