"Hey, what was that about?" Britney asked as I walked back into the kitchen.
"I don't know. Apparently he had to go do some last minute studio shit, like he said." I said while shrugging my shoulders.
"Girl, you really think that he went to go do some 'last minute studio shit'?" She asked, using finger quotes. "I mean, think about it. He told you that he was gonna spend the night, but all of a sudden he had to leave quickly? That's bullshit, and you know it." She says.
I sigh and say, "I mean, I don't wanna ask a whole bunch of questions, we ain't in that stage yet."
"I think he's fuckin' somebody else." She flat out says.
Huh?
I started making dish water but stopped in my tracks and looked at her.
"Why you think that?" I asked her.
"I mean, girl, he literally left super quickly after he told you he was gonna stay. And you could clearly tell that he was lyin'. That nigga was not finna talk to you about no damn 'Henny'." She said.
Well shit, she kinda had a point. It did feel like somethin' was a lil off.
She crosses her arms and walks towards me so that she's standing next to me and says, "I think you should stop talkin' to him. It's obvious that he's talkin' to other bitches." She says.
"Girl, I'm not finna stop talkin' to him over that." I say, beginning to wash the dishes.
"Why didn't you ask him where he was goin'?" She asked. She scoffed and said, "If he was my nigga, I would've asked him where the fuck he was goin', especially after he already told me he was stayin' with me for the night."
"Well, he ain't yo nigga." I spat, while looking at her. She was really gettin' on my nerves.
It was a long silence.
"......Well apparently, he ain't yours neither." She said, brushing passed me to go upstairs.
What the fuck is this bitch's problem??? Why is she actin' so weird and rude?
Britney
I walked upstairs to the bathroom in the guest room. I looked at myself in the mirror.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" I said to myself.
When I was about to get in the shower, my phone buzzed.
Amanda texted me.
"You're so fucked up."
Huh?
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What the fuck? I told Jasmine to keep her fuckin' mouth shut.
I walked out the bathroom, grabbed my keys and put on some sweats, some slides, and a hoodie.
