Lost In The Game

XVI

Jurnee's POV

"You know the secrets I could never tell, and when I'm quiet you break through my shell."

I sat in my room listening to every best friend song I could think of. It's been two weeks since Demyya fingered me and I'm trying to convince myself it was just a one-time thing. We haven't talked about it, pretty much avoiding each other.

Something has really been off with Myya lately though. We work together at Walmart but I never see her until it's time to clock out. She texts me back but when I ask where she is, I don't get a reply. I just always assume she's busy working in another department. Then when we get home she's either in the living room or down at Monique's house. She not too long ago walked to the store and haven't come back yet.

True Friend by Hannah Montana stopped as the next song autoplay. I was wondering what the song was because I've never heard it before. I grabbed my phone and opened Snapchat.

"You're my little secret and that's how we should keep it. We should never let 'em know."

I pressed down the screen until My Little Secret By Xscape popped across the screen. I like this song. Thank god for Shazam. This song reminded me of the boy I was talking to secretly. Not because he had a girlfriend or anything. We just like being on the low because nobody knows. As soon as we go public, it'll be five girls saying they talk to him and Rodrick would be wanting to fight him.

Rodrick and I are over. He continued to cheat on me and entertain all these girls so I'm done. I gave him chance after chance until some girl showed me screenshots between them. I even checked his phone for the same girl number and messages and it was all in his phone.

My phone started ringing causing me to snap out of my thoughts. It was 'My lil secret" FaceTiming me. I smiled as I sat up straight. I fixed my shirt and moved my hair out of my face. I was smiling before I even answered.

"Hey baby," I said looking into the camera as his phone was still moving around the room.

"Baby? Who is this?", some girl said on the other end of the phone.

I was confused as hell. Who the fuck was this bitch answering his phone? I know we're not together but he said I was the only one he was talking to. I remember he fucked with Myya but that was a one-time thing. I know it's her sloppy seconds but I feel like I really like him. We never talk in person, it's always through texting. Even when we see each other out in public he doesn't acknowledge me, but that's the way I like it.

"Who is this?" the girl on the other end of the line repeated.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I felt stupid for even thinking a fine boy like Rai'shaun would like me and only me. I didn't know what to say so I hung up. I threw my phone against the wall and started crying.

"Ughhh!"

The sound of my phone crashing against the wall and falling on the front, made me cry even harder. Now I have to buy a new phone with my first check because I let my anger get the best of me.

Who was that girl? It could be anybody.
Was it Demyya? It didn't sound like her.
What do I do after this? And I can't even ask Demyya for her advice.

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Demyya's POV

Morgan was so smooth with pounding my ladybox. He didn't make slow, soft love to me nor did he give me rough sex. It was almost perfect but it wasn't Rai'Shaun sex.

Morgan slightly lifted my body and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I bit my lip staring up at him. His dreads, faintly brushed across my face as he flipped us over. I was now riding him backwards cowgirl style. I put my hands on his legs while lifting my body up and down.

"Fuck", Morgan groaned out.

I continued riding, going faster and faster, making my walls clench against his hardon. I felt myself about to release my sweet nectar. I bit my lip and grabbed my head and laid back. Morgan held me as I relaxed myself.

I rolled off of him as he stood up and fixed his clothes. I couldn't help but stare as his body glistened in sweat. I finally got enough strength to get out of the bed. I found all of my clothes and put them on.

"So you don't talk to people after you have sex with them?" Morgan asked as I grabbed my snack bag from the store.

I was just saying how he was the perfect side nigga that didn't question me. I wanted to ignore him but we were having a stare down and I didn't wanna back down.

"I do," was all that would come out. He had me stuck in a trance while his eyes fixated on me.

"You know I really like you right?" He grabbed my hand as I continued to stare at him.

Demyya break away, get out this trance. Demyya don't get caught up in love. Don't love these niggas, they don't love you. My mind was saying one thing but my body, my body was telling me to stay.

"I have to get back home. Text me." I basically ran out of his room and ran right into something.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" Monique questioned looking me up and down. She looked as if she wanted to chew my head off.

"Wassup Nique?", I responded. "I was looking for you. Where you was at?"

I was praying that she wasn't here long enough to hear any moaning. I knew I should've ignored his call, all of this would've been avoided.

"At the hospital volunteering. I went down to y'all house, looking for you. They say you've been gone to the store a while."

Why wasn't Morgan opening his room door? Can he hear what's going on? Think, Myya, think. Or just tell the truth.

"I had went to the sto' and on my way back, I stopped to see if you was here."

"But why are you coming out of Morgan's room?", she sighed as she pointed to a closed door. But as I looked at the closed door, it opened.

"I invited her in Nique. I knew you'd be here soon. Then I showed her to my room to see all my drawings," he paused. "Why are you questioning her like you don't trust her? Can I not be friends with your friends?" Great save Morgan.

I looked in his room to see all the drawings laid out over a made up bed. "Don't forget to draw my tweety bird." I started to walk away until Monique spoke.

"Why you leaving? I just got here," she pouted.

"Apparently you don't trust me. Trust is needed in a friendship."

With that being said, I walked down the stairs and out the door.  I walked down the street to our house. It was starting to rain, as I made it onto the porch. There was a black '99 Chevy Beretta parked in front of our neighbor's house. I didn't think anything else about it. Just as I reached for the door knob, Kenny grabbed me inside.

"What the fuck!", I screamed as I tripped over my own feet and landed on my ass. Jurnee snickered while looking out the window.

"My bad. But this car been parked out here since you left." Kenny waved his hand and I realized he had a gun in it.

"Woah, is it that serious?" I asked getting up and fixing my clothes.

There was a knock at the door and we all looked at each other. "NeNe open the door and go behind it, Myya stand there and I'll be behind you with the Glizzy."

"Who is it?", I yelled. Nobody said anything. I took a deep breath as Jurnee opened the door.

My face went pale and I felt my stomach doing flips. Before I knew it, I was being pulled out the door. Gun shots were heard and my heart stopped beating. Pee slid down my legs as I stood there with my ears ringing.

"Come on Demyya. Let's get inside." Jurnee said pulling me inside.

"Is he.. he dead?", I mumbled out.