Jae POV
"Is there a reason why that bitch has been staring at you for the past ten minutes?" Ranae whispered in my ear. I follow her line of sight to see that Becca and her group of hoe friends were staring at me, hard might I add, with matching looks of disdain on their faces. I roll my eyes at them before turning back to my cousin.
"Girl I don't even know," I reply. We were currently hanging out in the new Senior Lounge that was located in the lower levels of my school. It most of our free period and instead of being around a bunch of annoying ass freshman's in my shop class, I decided to hang out down here. Apparently so did almost every other senior who had a free period.
I was sitting on the outside of one of the booth seats with Ranae sitting next to me and Emery sitting across from us. Becca was sitting two booths in front of us but she still somehow managed to glare daggers at me.
Ranae shakes her head. "That bitch is always mad," she mutters.
I shrug. My eyes met Becca's and glared at her as she glares at me. One of her friends leans over and whispers something in her ear causing Becca to smirk before she was slowly standing. I frown as she walks over to where Elijah and some of his friends from the football team were playing around. My eyes were fixated on how she slithered up in front of him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Though I took some pleasure in the annoyed look that flashed in his eyes, the jealousy of seeing her touch him like that really got to me. I couldn't even lie. When his hands find their way to her flat ass, I see red but somehow I don't go over there and punch the little bitch until she was bloody. Maybe it had something to do with the warm hand that was on my arm.
I look over to see the pretty dark skin face of my best friend looking at me with pity and a little bit of anger. "You wanna go?" She questions, her voice full of understanding.
I did wanna leave because the thought of Becca having her hands all over Elijah and him touching her back was really pissing me off. I wanted to hurt her so bad right now. But I also knew that if I did leave it would be admitting defeat. She would know how much her actions affected me and I couldn't have that. With that thought in mind, I shake my head. I unlock my phone and try to distract myself with Instagram until the bell rings for sixth period.
It doesn't work because somehow I know that Becca and her dumb ass friends are staring at me again, except this time they think they won.
That thought is confirmed when nearly two hours later during lunch, Elijah baby mom was making her stupid ass over to my table with this shit eating grin on her face.
"I have a question." She states.
I don't even look up at her. "I don't have an answer so can you please excuse yourself from my area." I dryly say causing Kelly and Em to snicker.
She doesn't leave though, not that I expected her to. I can see her crossing her arms out of the corner of my eye, her face forming into a scowl. "Are you and Elijah still dating, or are y'all just fucking because if that's the case then you need to leave him alone."
My neck snaps so hard up at her that I think I might've broken it. "Who the fuck are you to tell me what I can do? Get out my face bitch, before we have a fuckin problem," I say loud enough for a few heads to turn towards us. People already been keeping a close eye on us because of the way our previous interactions ended. Whenever Becca and I came into contact with each other it never ended well.
She gives me this fake ass smile and I want nothing more than to smack it off her face. "I'm just tryna help you out, women to women," she sweetly says. "I see the way you be lookin' at him, all depressed and shit, and I just thought that I should tell you that we're getting back together and therefore you need to remove yourself out the equation."
