Divine's Time

6. entangled

Camry

"This bitch so whack," I mumbled to myself after seeing Erica's Snapchat story. I clicked the circle to re-watch Divine walking into her apartment, squinting his eyes from the flash. She captioned it "D" with a red heart emoji. I giggled to myself. She's so pressed to let everybody know she is fucking with him again, especially me. Our beef started ever since I told Divine to stop talking to her when I moved in, ever since then, the bitch has been dying for my attention.

I took to my Snapchat and took a picture of myself rolling my eyes, "Bitches be literally dying for attention." I captioned it before posting it. I checked to see if Divine posted anything on his story, and as usual, he hasn't posted anything.

My thoughts got interrupted by the sound of my door creeping open. It was my sister popping her small head in, "I see you saw Erica's post." She told me, referring to my shady Snapchat sub.

"The bitch is trying to get under your skin, don't let her." She said, sitting on my canopy bed.

"I'm not, but this hoe has been competing with me for Divine for forever. She finally got what she wanted; she can have his ass." I shrugged, holding my white fluffy throw pillow.

"You don't mean that. Plus, just because he was at her house doesn't mean she got him. She got dick, that's it." Loren replied with a giggle.

Just the thought of him fucking her made me cringe. I rolled my eyes. "Ugh, I hate him. He couldn't wait to fuck that bitch." I growled.

Loren sucked her teeth, "Girl, he's a nigga. That's what they do." Loren replied. "Especially, an emotionally unavailable one. Don't take it personally, Camry."

"I ain't, but still. He was mine, now his nasty ass is for the streets."

"Camry, he stopped being yours a long time ago."

I let out a sigh, but didnt expect a sob to follow. Loren immediately took me into her arms. "I know, Cam. I think it's time you let him go."

Memories of us at prom, homecoming, in the mall, chilling at P's apartment, and in my room late nights watching movies and having rounds of passionate sex flashed through my mind. He wasn't only my first and only love, but he was also my childhood friend. We have experienced so much together, and it just seems like he didnt give a fuck about any of that anymore.

It hurt. I'm human; there is no way I was going to just suck this up and accept him turning into a completely different person. I've been trying to get the old him back for three years.

Loren was right, I have to stop trying.

Time

I sighed after closing my door to my old Honda Civic. I immediately locked my doors and turned on the Bluetooth to my aux. Playing Kehlani's latest album, "Bad News," blasted through my speakers as I pulled off. I started my route to Chipotle for dinner, deciding to call Annika to ask if she wanted anything.

"Thank you for thinking of me, girl! But I just ate, I made alfredo, if you wanted to take some for lunch tomorrow?" She suggested.

"Okay, sounds good!" I ended the call, smiling. Little things like this are what I appreciated in life, living with my mother, everything was always planned. She controlled what I ate, where I went, what time I came home, and when I went to sleep. I was so grateful for the free time I had after work and class. I was grateful for my sanity. My thoughts caused my mother to call. I pressed answer on the CarPlay screen, and her loud voice boomed through the car. "Where are you? Her Jamaican accent so fluently asked.

"Driving home, leaving the school."

"You went to work today?"

"Yes, Mom, 8 whole hours. Like always." I retorted.

"I don't need ya sass, gyal. When are you coming home?"

I rolled my eyes. Going home was the last thing I wanted to do. Christmas break was near, and my family always goes overboard for Christmas. Pictures, trips, dinners, and gatherings. The thought of it was exhausting. My mother always controlled everything, but she was always anal on Christmas. Making sure everything was perfect for other people's validation. Now that daddy was gone, I knew she was going to have to work ten times harder to prove to our family she had it all together.

"Ma, I was thinking about staying with Goldie for Christmas. You know, just to do something different this year."

"Oh no! You are coming home. You know we have our annual Christmas party!" She immediately yelled.

"I just want to do something different this year, ma. I like it here."

Her teethed sucked long and dramatically, "Different? Ya want different, now? Now that ya' father's gone, ya want different?... Tsssk, different."

"Mom, please. I know you want me there, but I need some time."

"Time for what? You're already in Florida, yuh need more time?"

I sighed while turning into my apartment complex. Just a few minutes on the phone listening to this was too much for me. "Ma'...  I got to go."

I rushed her off the phone, "Call me back-"

"Okay, love you." I ended the call before throwing my phone. "So much for sanity," I mumbled.

Walking into the apartment, I greeted Annika before eating my dinner and taking a shower. As I showered, my mind wandered to Divine. Wondering how he is doing, wondering who that girl was from the gas station. Just now realizing she was a different girl from the one I saw on Twitter. I'm so out of touch when it comes to relationships, I didn't even think to think maybe they broke up. I assume that was his new girlfriend. Either way, I hope she is a form of healing for him.

Divine

I wrapped the white towel around my waist before walking into Erica's bedroom. I looked around the room, disgusted with all this pink sparkly shit everywhere. "You know you too old, for all this glitter," I told her while she oiled up her naked body. "Boy, whatever. Fuck you, I'm a hood princess."

I shook my head, a grown-ass woman calling herself a hood princess. I lay on her pink, fluffy bed, sparking a blunt that was on her nightstand. "You know your old bitch subbing me on snap?" She spoke, putting on biker shorts. I saw what Camry posted, but didn't know what or who she was talking about. I was really uninterested in the drama, but I pretended to care until my high arrived.

"Why you think everything about you?" I asked.

"Because I posted you, and now she's mad." She spoke, sliding on a tank top.

I frowned, "Posted me?" Damn, I forgot how fucking extra this bitch was.

"Yeah, I mean, that's a problem?" She asked.

"It ain't no problem, but like.. for what?" I was careful with my words. I didn't want to piss her off I wanted some head before I left.

"I mean, just cause, it's my page I don't need a reason." She snapped. I could hear her getting offended, so I dropped it, dragging on the blunt.

She held her hand out for a hit, took a pull before speaking, "That bitch needs to chill out on that shit though. before I say something to her ass. I know she mad as fuck her nigga got took again, but I ain't tell you to start fucking with me. It ain't my fault she can't keep you, period."

I rolled my eyes at her ghetto ass; she was getting a kick out of me being here, too. I wanted to leave, but she fucks way too good.

"Chill yo ass out, give me the blunt..."

"You trying to suck some?" I asked, trying to shut her up, watching her grin, I grinned back.

"You need to ask nicely." She teased. 

"Please, Mama," I said, watching her put her hair in a ponytail.

She crawled in between my legs, taking off my towel. I immediately put my hand on her curly head, shutting out the noise and going back into my world of distraction.