Karma|A Dave East Story|

7. Distant

Karmani's Perspective:

It's been 7 days since Dave spent the night over my house and I haven't talked to him or seen him since. He text me yesterday but the conversation was short and dry. He don't even return my calls. I feel some type of way but I can't even be mad, I just thought this was going somewhere.

That's was dumb of me I had only known him a week, I was moving too fast anyway. I go back to work tonight so I'm packing my bag. My best friend texted my phone.

Day 1🤞🏾: imma meet you at the club tonight, I got like 20,000 ones!

This is why I love her. She is so supportive! I don't know what I'd do without her in my life.

Me: meet me early, I gotta talk to you.

Day 1🤞🏾: Okay, I'll be there.

I pushed Dave to the back of my mind and finished getting ready.

Some time later...

I text Jayda's phone.

Me: I'm on my way to the club now

Day 1🤞🏾: Okay, I'll be there.

I pull off and head to work. As hard as I try I can not stop thinking about Dave. Like what happened to him stop talking to me? Did I do something wrong? Did he get a girlfriend? Maybe it's because I didn't give him no pussy when he came over. Whatever it is I just wish he would tell me.

I pull up the the club and go in around back to my dressing room.

Day 1🤞🏾: what's the back door code?

Me:937639

A few seconds later she opened my dressing room door. She got her big bag aka her money bag. She don't carry that bag unless she got ten racks in it.

"Bestieeee!"

"Hayyy!"

"Girlll! Dave's best friend got MONEYYY! And he don't mind sharing. He just gave me so much money and you know I had to come spend some with you."

"Yesss bitch! He that bread, get that head, then leave!"

"Peace out!"

We shared a moment of laughter.

"But enough about me what's going with you and Dave?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. It was going good. It was going great. He came over and took me out to eat paid for everything opened car and building doors and all of that. You know I'm not used to all that. But we ate and watched a movie and he spent the night. But when we woke up some girl had called him like four times he said it wasn't what I thought but I didn't even trip about it cause he not my nigga. But that was 6 days ago and we only had one dry ass conversation since then. It's like he just step back from me after that day and I been trying not to think about it but damn what did I do?"

"You didn't do nothing! That nigga just trippin right now. If he like you as much as you think he'll be back and better, with a valid explanation. We don't have time to stress over it right now you gotta go be a bad bitch in a few minutes."

"You right... I need a blunt."

She smiled reaching in her purse to pull out a small bag filled with pre rolls.

"You so fucking clutch!" I hug her before I reach in my purse to get my lighter.

We smoked two blunts before I hear the girl before me performance ending. Jayda left and went to the bar to get some shots while I finished getting ready. Then they called my name... y'all know how I perform by now; slow and sexy.

Through the money shower, I search for faces in the crowd. Of course I see my best friend front and center. I bend over touching my ground still looking in between my legs. Then I seen him. His face was blank, leaning back in the back wall. He looked me dead in my eyes.

I got up trying to play it cool I turned, slowly of course to look and see but he's gone. It's like he was never right there. Maybe I was tripping. I keep dancing but now I can't get him off my mind. After some time I'm done. I sweep my money up into my bags and leave the stage.

I meet Jayda back in my dressing room.

"I had fun tonight best friend but I got a dick appointment and I'm kinda late." I laughed at how free spirited by friend is.

"Okay, thank you so much. I definitely owe you a shopping spree." I hugged her.

Just as she left the dressing room I remembered what happened time I was in here alone. The feeling of nervous boiled inside me. The code to the back door was changed after what happened but what if he's out side. I gather my stuff but I can't walk outside by myself.

I grabbed my phone to call Dave to see if he could walk me to my car or at least stay on the phone. It rung 5 times, I almost hung up but her answered.

"Dave are you at the club tonight?"

"Wassup?"

"Dave I'm scared. I'm in my dressing room and it's late I need someone to walk me to the door and I thought I saw you tonight."

"Nahh ma, you ain't see me. I been at the crib with my girl all day."

"Your what?" If my heart wasn't beating fast enough it started to beat faster.

"My girl, my woman. You did say we wasn't together right?"

"Y-yeah.. I'll call you back tomorrow Dave"

"Yeah iight" he hung up.

That's why he hasn't been talking to me. I opened the door to my dressing my anxiety clouded by my feelings being hurt. I stood with my hands at the back door hesitating. I take a few deep breaths and pull out my blade.

I finally push the back door open ...

✨To be continued✨