The Zone

VIII

Jhene:

I don't even want to hear Aubrey's face or name right now. He's literally a fuckin asshole. I got to the bar and order a couple shots of Hennessey so I can ease my pain a little.

"Hey." I look to my left to see that Erica girl taking a seat next to me as if I invited her.

"Sup." I say nonchalantly.

"Okay look, I apologize about earlier. I get it. You wanted to know who I am and everything but girl, you can have that nigga." I noticed she rolls her neck and moves her hands and wrist a lot. And also she has a hood mentality. She must be hood. As hell.

"It's cool, and nah you keep him. I don't need him." She rolls her neck again.

"Girl I can't deal with a nigga that can't take care of their responsibilities. Gonna plant a seed and claim ya too damn busy to watch it grow so you wanna kill it. Nigga fuckin please." What the hell did she just say?! Did Aubrey tell her to abort it?!

"Are you serious. Girl that's fucked up as hell. On top of that. He placed a damn bet on you." I smack my lips, shake my head then take a sip of my drink.

"What bet...?" I look into her eyes that shows pain. Should I tell her or no? "Jhené, please tell me."

Fuck here it goes. "Okay I don't know what the bet was about but I know he placed a bet on you." "How you know?!" She puts her hand over her heart.

"Well Ob asked me where he was I said I don't know & why would it matter. Ob said probably so he can win that bet." I sit and watch her as a tear falls down. Then lay a hand on her lap. "I'm sorry Erica. This literally isn't him. He's not an ass hole I swear."

She wipes away her falling tears. "He knows what I've been through and even helped me through it." She sniffs and let more tears flow. She stands up and grabs her purse. "I'm gonna go get my stuff and leave."

I feel completely bad about this whole situation. "Want me to come?" It'll probably make shit worse but if she needs someone to back her up then dammit it might as well be me. "Sure."

We head towards the elevator and wait until we reach the top floor to exit. We walk up to the door & she knocks.

Aubrey immediately opens the door and begins to pour his heart out to Erica. Leaving me heart broken that he's saying this in front of me. "Erica, I'm sorry. Maybe I'm over exaggerating. Can you please come in so we can talk?" Standing beside Erica trying my hardest not to cry, I nudge her to go ahead. She wipes away her falling tears mixed with running mascara.

She enters his room while Aubrey stands in the middle of the door way making this awkward.

                                             

"Look Jhené I'm sorry. I just think that maybe it is better if we se-" I cut him off. I want to be the one who says we should see other people not him.

"No, its fine. Yeah seeing other people is a great idea Aubrey. Actually, I have a date with someone tomorrow." Okay, I just lied but dammit if it'll make me look like I could care less then let the lies begin. Aubrey nods and holds his hand out for a hand shake.

"Friends?" I wait about a good thirty seconds to accept his hand shake. " Friends." I repeat back. Knowing damn well I want more then that.

Aubrey:

As soon as I close the door from talking to Jhené, I dive straight into it with Erica. "Okay Erica listen, I made a mistake of sayin-"

"What was that bet about?!" Who the fuck told her? Nobody in the crew knows about it except OB and Ryan & those my boys so they'd never tell a soul.

"Who told you?" She folds her arm and starts tapping her foot. I let out a long sigh and take a seat on the of the bed. "If I could hit." I look at her face expression full of shock. Unknowingly if she wanted to punch me, or if she wanted to just leave. "Okay listen! That was before we met I swear on everything. I didn't even tell anyone we fucked. Except Ryan. But that's blood & he's trustworthy. On everything it was a mistake."

She looks up at the ceiling in hopes to hold back her tears. "How much was put on it? Let me know what I'm worth ."

"A couple thousand..." She bites her lips & grips the handle on her suitcase tighter.

"Give me one good reason why I should stay Aubrey. Don't worry. I'll wait for you to think of one." A million and one reasons popped in my head. They all had nothing to do with our relationship.

"Okay I don't have one but look. Don't go. I'm sorry I'll do any possible thing to make this work. If I could I'll give you the world." Her grip on the handle loosens more.

"Any more secrets?" I have a ton. But only have one other major one.

"Do you ever read like mediatakeout & stuff like that about me?" She shakes her head no.

"I mean, the basics. Like Drake seen out with Rihanna, so and so came at Drake head. Blah blah shit." I just smack my lips. Even though she wasnt a fan of me, you'd think shed still read about this.

"Okay.... I have a daughter. Her name is Olivia. And...."

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IF YOU DONT KNOW WHO OLIVIA IS, READ NOTHING WAS THE SAME AGAIN ITS LIKE THE FIRST CHAPTER