Chapter Ten.
"Fuck you Rameek!" —Braelin Vasquez
Metro Airport
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
"I'm going back there tonight, and you know what's on my mind this time," Citrus sung along to the radio as she awaited patiently on the arrival of her guest.
"Are you sure this is the right airport?"Braelin
looked up from her phone.
She blew out a breath of irritation and began to tap along the window sill of the car. Her long acrylic nails amplifying the sound and causing Citrus to snap her neck in that direction.
"Stop please," She scratched her ear and blinked hard. That sound alone had the hairs on both the back of her neck and her arms standing up. She hated it, "Say why would we be at the wrong one Brae?" Citrus looked over her best friend, trying her best to stifle the urge to laugh, "This is the same airport we drop her off and pick her up at all of the time."
"Yeah but," Braelin pursed her lips forward, "Why she takin' so long?"
Citrus eyes shifted towards the exit doors. Even though they were in a car, the hot sun still seemed to beam down on her skin. She felt herself growing overwhelmed and anxious. Though she had no reason to feel this way, she did. Maybe it was because she had been sitting in a hot car with a very talkative person for the past twenty minutes.
"I think I need some fresh air," Citrus announced before opening the car door and stepping out.
She quickly closed the door behind her, and stretched taking in the scenery before her.
Everything was busy and moving in fast pace. From the luggage, to the cars, the planes, and lastly the people, Citrus felt as if she was in the matrix.
"Are you okay?" Braelin appeared at her side, concern etched all across her face.
"I don't know," Citrus pursed her lips forward, "I just feel off."
"You want some water?" Braelin pointed over her shoulder, "We could go inside to the little waiting areas, I think they might have a stand or something there. You look pale."
Citrus pouted and went to touch her face. Growing self-conscious, she quickly reached into her clutch and pulled out her large Chanel sunglasses.
"Like no offense but yo' skin normally has a glow ta' it. Das' not the case at the moment," Braelin gasped, "Bitch are you pregnant? Is it Qadir's?"
"What?" Citrus pulled her neck back, "No!" She wiped her forehead, "And if I was why wouldn't it be his?" She frowned.
"Dat fine ass trade you've been hanging wit'," Braelin cocked her head to the side, "Das' why. I mean like that man is too fine for his own good."
"I'm not a cheater though Brae, why would you even insinuate that? Do you really think I would do that to my marriage? To my husband?" Citrus frowned.
That comment really bothered her. If Braelin believed that something was going on between the two, what did everyone else believe? From the people on campus, to Miranda and Reese, hell even his child's mother....what were they thinking? The two had been rather close lately, but it wasn't anything alarming... or was it?
Just like that Citrus started to overthink her budding friendship with mister Yair Nixon, maybe she needed to take a step back. Maybe working with him on this final project wasn't the best idea. Maybe she needed to unfriend and forget about him altogether.
"Girl I'm jus' poking wit' you," Braelin rolled her eyes, "No need to get all defensive, it was never dat' serious," She eyed her friend with suspicion, "Lemme' find out though, cause you sure is acting like you got something ta' hide."
