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↱ ↰ Jamell Demons ↳ ↲
"Bring your face to me." I eye Taymor deeply in the mirror, taking in how each of his facial features looked while he was upset.
It dawned on me that he was good at hiding it, masking how deeply self-conscious he was around me. His irregular breathing and wet eyelids reflected it all out. He shook his head at me, not taking his eyes off the mirror. They roll in disgust slightly as he looked at them straight in the mirror. His lips curled up for a split second and he chuckled shamelessly.
"I'm so ugly when I cry."
I didn't know if it was appropriate but I laughed a little coming closer to him. "You are, so stop crying."
He nodded his head slowly and with my help rid his face of all marks of sadness. I wrap my arms around him for a moment and held him until his breathing had steadied and he pulls his head from my chest, eyelashes still slightly being weighed down by the water. "Tell me the truth," he started. "Does your ex look better than me?"
I saw that the weary expression that he had pinned from Jonathan's words and breathed. I don't know why an argument had to go as far as to make an attack on Taymor's confidence like it had anything to do with the situation or us. Regardless, after tonight I was making changes to my friend group to show niggas they can't just talk to people any kind of way.
"It doesn't matter." I sighed. Taymor, of course, took it the wrong way. He turned back into the mirror planting his hands on the counter and breathing uneasily. It didn't take long for his tears to return but this time slower.
"I knew it. Why even get with me if you didn't think I was attractive?" He rubbed his nose, muttering. "I mean since you like pretty boys so much anyways."
I scoffed. "You think you not pretty?"
I tried to console Taymor but it was no use in trying. I sigh and think.
"Was your ex cuter than me?"
Taymor's eyes shot up and met mine in the mirror. His eyebrows meet in the center of his face as he flushes an imaginary shade of red. "I told you-
"Never to bring that nigga up?" I dismiss the warning tone he had letting him know it didn't bother me. "Well, I am."
"His name was Kentrell right?"
I ain't get an answer so I kept going.
"Was Kentrell better looking than me?" Not that I cared, it was above me.
Taymor smacked his lips and suddenly straightened up. He wiped his face delicately, rubbing the salt water tears in his shirt before turning back to me.
"Yes," he let out a breath, "he was so now what?" His arms crossed and he looked for a reaction but I had no big performance to give, I just smiled.
