Two Can Play That Game

Chapter 17

Aaliyah
Two Months Later...

"So, how has my niece or nephew been in there?" I asked Bianca as she's a damn mountain now. I think she's nearing six months in her pregnancy.

Damn, that also means it's now been three months since me and Michael's bet started.

It's definitely progressed than how it was in the beginning. He's not as randomly moody as he use to get, it was like he'd get distracted. I daze off into nothing, then snap back into reality as Bianca is clapping loudly.

"Earth to Aaliyah! Damn girl, help me up!" She shrieks and I quickly stand up from her bed, then grab her hands and pull her up to a sitting position. Her hands rest gently on her stomach.

"Ugh, I'm so sick of this baby and Devante right about now. He's getting nervous, and I'm only five months. Anyways, I heard things with you and Michael are... interesting." She raised a brow and I rolled my eyes.

"Damn, can Michael and Devante not gossip like fucking girls? Anyways, I guess things are interesting. We're still doing the bet, no one hasn't lost yet and I hang out with his sisters a lot. So what?" I shrug and she press her lips in a thin line.

"Liyah, I know you like him because you told me a few months back, but I also know that he knows and you said he likes you back, but I want to make sure nothing serious is going on." She speaks hesitantly and I frown.

"Bianca, what are you saying?" I asked and she sighs loudly.

"I'm saying even though this is a bet and you might catch feelings, you shouldn't date him after it's over with." She exasperates and I frown deeply, feeling a little pang of hurt surge through me.

"Why?" I whisper with a thick throat and her eyes gloss over.

"No Aaliyah, I didn't mean it like that. It's just that you can do so much better than Michael. He's good looking and everything, but you need someone who won't run when things get complicated, and someone who will fight for you. Michael's not that guy. He's not your happily ever after, as cliche as that sounds, it's true." She grabs my hand and I blink rapidly and in a way, I feel that she's right and deep down, I know she is.

I'm just really hoping and wishing for things to go differently.

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Michael

"Don't tell me again, cause I already know. You're going to stop harassing her and I mean it, Latoya." I grit my teeth at my sister, though she sits on a lawn chair in our backyard with her sunglasses on, unfazed by me. Her lips smack and she waves me out the way.

"You're blocking my sun, now move." She snaps, but I stay where I'm at. It's been about three months and me and Aaliyah are both still consistent with this bet.

Well, not counting my sex slip-ups in the beginning.

Latoya tilts her sunglasses downward to the tip of her nose and scowls. "What?"

"Leave. Her. Alone." I hiss and she jumps up, snatching off her sunglasses.

"Why? Why do you want me to stop harassing your whore? Huh? I don't do nothing but occasionally throw in my sarcastic comments. She does it too, and she's very rude to me Michael and I'm your fucking sister. You should check that bitch." She glares, making me groan and run a hand down my face.

"No. I won't because you're a bitch for false purposes." I say and watch her glare harder. She looks me up and down and smirks.

"Going out tonight?" She asked and I nod.