He called me while I was on my way back to my apartment; I scoffed and ignored it, putting my phone on silent and focusing on anything else. I cared less about him possibly having a girlfriend and more about him lying to my face about it. Even if the two weren't together, they were a little too close for comfort as far as I was concerned. I tried my best to shift my thoughts back to all the positive things that had been helping to turn my life around; in the grand scheme of things the situation with Jibri was inconsequential.
It was around three in the afternoon when I arrived at my apartment, determined to take a nap until it was time to go to the party at Mari's college; I didn't have anything better to do and staying awake to overanalyze situations wouldn't get me anywhere. Luckily for me, I was exhausted, and the rest was more than needed. I fell onto my bed, letting every emotion that I refused to process throughout the day wash over me with a sigh. I made a mental note to confront Jibri the next day, annoyed as I was, I wasn't enough of a bitch to fuck his birthday up. He'd left a voicemail, but I deleted it immediately, whenever we spoke next would be on my terms. Sleep came and went too quickly as I was roused awake by a call from Aisha, I groaned but answered, nonetheless. One thing we never did was ignore each other; not after the things that we lived through.
"Hello?" I answered, stifling a yawn.
Aisha kissed her teeth. "Tell me you weren't sleeping."
"I wasn't sleeping." I rolled my eyes and sat up in bed while switching the call to a FaceTime.
Her face appeared on the screen, disapproving as ever. "It's almost six dummy, or did you forget about the lame function that you're making me go to?" I wasn't quite sure why she was rushing; we weren't expected to be at Mari's until at least eight.
"I can be ready in twenty minutes; I already knew what I was gonna wear from the moment Mari brought it up." I shrugged as I got out of bed. "Your hair looks good."
Aisha groaned, "It better, do you have any idea how long it took me to slick this shit down? Look." She turned her head to the side so that I could appreciate her edges.
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"You look good, edges on fleek, hair slicked the fawk down! Aight I gotta go get ready, I look dusty ass hell compared to you." I blew a kiss at the screen. "I'll come to your place when I'm done, and we can go together." I told her.
Aisha nodded at me, "And sis... please fix your hair. They see me when they see that, and my work does not look like that." She stuck her tongue out and hung up before I could respond.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my flat iron, getting to work on making myself look more presentable. Straightening my hair had taken longer than anticipated and Aisha decided that it would make more sense for her to come to my apartment and wait while I finished getting ready. I was convinced that she just wanted to be in my presence, though I wouldn't complain because I always missed her when we weren't together.
