After recovering from a devastating breakup Jada is not looking for love. That is until she runs into Isaiah. An old friend from high school, trying to change his ways. But she doesn't know that he's hiding a dark secret that may break them apart.
I looked up from the counter to see Jada and her friends leaving the mall. I regretted not asking for her number while she was still in the store. 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦. Eli approached me, sucking his teeth.
"Man, why you staring at ole girl so damn hard?" He questioned. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.
I mugged him. "Stay tf out my business Eli, wit yo nosey ass." I spat. He shook his head.
"Damn, I can't even ask you a question?! You tweakin' dawg." Eli retorted, lightly punching me in the shoulder.
"You just mad cause I got shawty number" He bragged, smirking.
"Nah, ion even want her. Jada is more my type" 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯.
"Of course Nia not yo type, she thick asf" he chuckled. "All you exes shaped like a straight rectangle"
"Don't start wit me nigga, you remember Nene?" Eli nodded his head. "She looked just like the Pillsbury Doughboy" I said, bursting into laughter.
"Whatever man," he sighed, waving me off. I pulled my phone outta my pocket, and started to scroll through my timeline.
"Since you hatin' I shouldn't even invite you" he hesitated, causing me to raise my eyebrow. "But Nia's havin' a lil party or whatever at da 'Gold room' you should come" Eli suggested, putting his hands into his pockets.
"Shiii, you know I love a good party" I laughed, dapping him up. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘑𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 𝐉𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐝𝐚'𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝗺𝐞𝐧𝐭 | 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚, 𝐆𝐞𝗼𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐌𝐚𝐲 22 8:05 𝐩.𝗺.
I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a fluffy white towel. I walked into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me, before facetiming Nia.
𝐉𝐚𝐝𝐚'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐫𝗼𝗼𝗺:
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"Soooo I was wondering which dress I should wear to the party" Nia nodded, as I held up the two dresses "The red one or the purple one?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
