I remove my hand from the door handle and turn around slowly. "You can't love me.."
"Yet I do. That's why I said it." She tries to move towards me but sees how uncomfortable I am so she restrains herself. " I've never told anyone that before, Layla. From your personality, to your smile, to your-"
I throw my hand up to stop her. What the hell is this? "Shut up, Kandy. I don't love you back. I love Kamron." The silence that follows my statement lasts so long you could hear the neighbors bed creaking, a fly, if there was one, buzzing in the room. Kandy finally licks her lips and looks down disappointed. I could see her bottom lip quiver a little. Oh, shit.
"I get it. Get the fuck out then, and don't even bother trying to fucking come back for some comfort and ass when you find out the truth."
"What are you talking about? What truth?"
Kandice chuckles and shakes her hips over to the door, opens it and says, "Get out."
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I had texted Layla throughout last night until I eventually passed out on the couch. I looked at my phone this morning and still no reply. Usually when we get into an argument, she at least texts me a long ass paragraph with quotation marks, a thesis, an outline and receipts so this was pretty unusual. I grab my keys from off the coffee table and decide to go get a haircut, chill with some friends and maybe get my mind off all this drama. I make my way to the closest barber shop, Deez.
I've already checked my phone about twenty times byb the time I arrive there. Still no text from Lay. I walk in to see Dee, and her cousins, Lance and Ramone, helping some people out. Lance see's me and his usual smile appears on his face.
"Aye, my nigga, Kam! What's good, G? How you been?"
"Man, same shit, different day. I'm gonna need a slight fade when you're done, bro."
I greet Ramone and then look over to see Dee avoiding any type of eye contact with me.
"Aye, what's good, Dee?"
"Not much, man."
"Ok?" Awkward. "Hey, you seen Layla lately? She text or call you or some shit?" We had a little problem and she ain't come home or call or nothing since."
Dee continues to avoid eye contact with me. She continues shuffling with stuff in her corner that doesn't even need to be shuffled with, checking for dust on her customers head, looking for chap-stick knowing damn well her lips stay ashy. I see Ramone from the corner of my eye, his face confused."Girl, what you talkin' about? Before this nigga walked in you was all "I fucked, Lay! She smell like strawberries. I dived in that sweet pwussy." What you mean? See that's why I don't let my girl around you niggas cause ya'll are on that weird shit."
If Dee had a gun at this very moment, I know she would be the next face plastered on America's Most Wanted .
"Nigga, if you don't shut the fu-"
"What the hell is he talking about, Dee?"
She got real nervous real quick. She came forward with her hands up like this was a hands up, don't shoot situation. "I swear we aint do shit. She came here sad and crying and shit about you. Again! You don't treat her right man. It was a moment of weakness and I came on to her. But before we could even do anything some hoe came in and they both left."
"I don't treat her right? You telling these fools that yall fucked when you didn't makes you better than me?" Pause. "What hoe?"
"Some girl with big ass eyes. Dark skinned, shawty. She-"
"Did she have a tattoo on her arm?" I asked very hopeful that she would say no.
"Yup. Something like that. I'm sorry, Kam. I really am. You know you're fam and I would never-"
"But you did. Its whatever, man. I got to go find Layla."
