BFF

Hungover

Tia POV

I woke up with the worst headache ever. My whole body felt heavy. I dragged myself into Dave's bathroom, took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and threw on some leggings and a big T-shirt. As soon as I stepped out, my phone started ringing.

Call from Sean.

"Hello?" I answered, voice dry.

"Wassup? You good?" Sean asked, his voice tight.

"Yeah. Why you sounding like that?"

"Because why'd you let him take you home when I was right there?"

"Sean, your hands were getting too comfortable, okay?" I said, rubbing my temple. "I trust Dave with my life. Me and you are getting to know each other—that's a difference."

"We've been getting to know each other for over six months now, Tia."

"And it's gonna stay like that until I'm ready."

"So you let him fuck?"

I blinked. "Are you out your fucking mind?"

"Hey, I can ask. We dating. I have the right."

"No—you think you do. I told you: we're friends."

Dave walked into the room mid-text, glancing over at me with a raised brow.

"I hear you," Sean continued on the phone, "but your body language was telling otherwise."

"You know what, Sean? I'm over you thinking otherwise from what the fuck I'm telling you. That's on you."

"Girl, chill out. You tryna hang later?"

I pulled the phone from my ear and stared at it. This dude is bipolar.

"So you just not tripping anymore?" I asked, incredulous.

"It's whatever. I like you a lot so I can't dwell on that, ma."

"I'll see what I can do—if I'm up to it. My head is killing me."

"I'm not accepting no. Either we can go out to eat or chill at your place—or mine."

"Whatever you say, Sean."

"Talk to you later."

"Alright." I hung up.

"He is crazy as fuck," I muttered.

Dave, still standing by the door, gave me a look. "I don't know why you putting up with that controlling nut."

"Same reason you putting up with that hoe."

"You don't even know she a hoe. But we do know that nigga is controlling and psycho."

"I like 'em crazy, thank you very much."

"Since when?"

"Look, I'm trying this with him. I'm tired of being lonely, not getting dick, not loving someone. So I'm giving him a try."

"Whatever. Settle for anything, why don't you?"

"Fuck you, Dave!" I yelled, heat rushing to my face.

"Fuck you too," he said calmly, like he was unbothered.

"You never wanna see me happy," I snapped. "You just be picking the perfect people, right? No, fuck no. But he ain't shit?"

"And you see I'm not with them," he shot back. "I'm not gone settle like you doing. That shit stupid. You deserve better—with your settling ass. That's your problem."