BFF

Going out

Tia's POV

From babe💕: Don't get fucked up, you know I'm crazy.

I stared at the message a little too long. Dave. Always on my mind—even when I'm trying my hardest to forget about him.

Ki leaned over, peeking at my screen. "Girl, Dave gonna kill your ass—but damn, you look good as fuck."

Brandy laughed, fixing her lip gloss. "Yeah, he 'bout to go ape shit."

I had told them everything. How I walked out. How we didn't even have a title but it felt like everything. And how that man still owned every part of me—mind, body, and soul.

We decided to go out. Clear my head. Maybe a drink or two would quiet the part of me that kept replaying our last conversation on loop.

"Come on, Tia," Brandy snapped me out of my daze. "You thinking about Dave again. Let's go."

She drove all of us to the club. As soon as we walked in, the bass hit me in the chest. It was lit.

The lights, the crowd, the energy—everything was wild, alive, loud. We went straight to the bar. I ordered light—no blackout nights for me.

While we were sipping, some guy walked up.

"How you doing?" he asked, flashing a smile.

"I'm good," I said, trying to be polite.

"You here alone?"

"I'm with my friends."

"You wanna dance?"

I shook my head. "Nah, I'm good."

"You must be taken."

Was I? Technically, no. Emotionally? Fully. Completely. Dave always said I was his.

"Yeah," I said. "I am."

He smirked, respectful. "He a lucky man."

Then he walked off.

A few seconds later, my song came on—and all thinking stopped.

"Real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga—"

Me, Ki, and Brandy lost it, rapping every bar like it was gospel. People around us turned up too, feeding off our energy. We didn't care who was watching.

"Big Birkin bag, hold five, six figures—"

Ki was going off.

"Stripes on my ass so he call this pussy Tigger—" Brandy laughed, throwing her hair.

We were lit. Every lyric was hitting home tonight, and I needed it.

After we caught our breath, we headed back to the bar. Ordered another round. I could feel my phone vibrating like crazy—Dave. Over and over. But I wasn't ready to talk to him. Not yet.

I turned my back to the bar and lifted my drink to my lips.

"Bitch... yo nigga is here," Ki hissed in my ear.

Brandy's eyes widened. "And he walking this way."

I turned slowly.

And there he was.

Dave. Smoke trailing from his lips, eyes locked on me like I was the only thing in the room. His walk was calm, but I knew him—he was heated. Focused.