Chapter 16 #2
She hadn’t said much since we got here, but I figured it was because she had gotten into it with a couple bitches online.
Summyah and I kept telling her to ignore the shady posts and comments, but she loved being messy.
Her and Logic’s ex, or whatever she was, had been beefing online for a while, and it was embarrassing.
They were going back and forth, posting pictures of themselves with him.
He never openly claimed or acknowledged any of them, but it didn’t stop them from fighting.
A few other girls had inboxed her threatening to beat her ass, and that only seemed to fuel her more.
I tried to advise her on how to move, but she never listened, so I was trying my best to stay out of things going forward.
“You’re being dramatic. All I did was respond to a text my man sent me. You’re acting like I pulled out my phone and FaceTimed him at the table. It’s not that deep.” I scoffed. Her sour ass mood was not about to ruin my day.
She sneered. “I’m not being dramatic. I just find it funny that he’s all up your ass like he wasn’t dry humping the next bitch at the club. You’re a better one than me.”
I wanted to cuss her ass out, but I decided to take a different approach.
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing you aren’t in my shoes.
At the end of the day, that’s my man, and I’ll handle him the way I see fit.
When I spoke to East, he explained what happened, and he apologized for the way things looked.
I’ve been around East long enough to know when he’s being sincere and when he’s on some fuck shit, and I believe him. ”
I’d admit when she first sent me the pictures and video, I wanted to go upside his head, but then when I took a closer look, I noticed East pushing her hand away and creating distance between the two.
He used to fuck with Bianca heavily before we made things official, so I couldn’t be upset with him talking to her because they didn’t have any beef.
As long as he respected our relationship, I would do my best to trust him.
“Yeah, you’re right. I would never take the word of a nigga who is a known hoe. He probably let that bitch suck his dick as soon as he left the club.”
The bitterness in Valor’s tone caught me off guard. You would have thought he cheated on her or something.
“Aye, that’s her business and her relationship. Personally, I probably would have gone up there and beat both of their asses, but if Lyric says she trusts her man, then that’s what it is,” Kiara reasoned.
“I agree with Ki. East loves the fuck out of Lyric, and he takes care of her and Symphonee. Unlike Logic, I’ve never seen him caught up in any real mess, and I don’t think he would do anything to hurt her,” Summyah added.
“Y’all are crazy. A nigga is gonna be a nigga at the end of the day.
I’m not saying that he’s fucking every bitch he sees, but there’s a reason that bitch won’t let go.
He’s probably telling her what she wants to hear, the same way he’s doing to Lyric.
I’m sorry, but I’m not buying the perfect boyfriend role he’s putting on right now.
East is a street nigga, and ain’t none of those niggas worth shit.
I know because I had my fair share of them,” Valor stated.
While I understood where she was coming from, I disagreed.
East wasn’t like any of the street niggas I’d ever encountered.
He wasn’t flashy or boisterous. He was extremely closed off and private with his life, and he never seemed easily impressed by much.
That wasn’t to say he was perfect, only that he carried himself differently.
“You might be right, but until he actually does some fraud shit, we can’t judge him off of what the next mothafucka does.
As friends, we can have our opinions, but it’s not our place to judge.
Hell, I’ve been through my fair share of fuck niggas, so I can’t point the finger at anybody.
Let Lyric live her life the way she wants.
Our only job is to be here if and when she needs us,” Kiara reasoned.
“Exactly,” Summyah co-signed.
“Of course, you think that way. Your baby daddy was running through bitches like he was in a competition. I’m surprised your coochie didn’t turn green from the way he was passing out dick.”
Valor threw shade toward Kiara, causing the whole table to glance her way. We talked shit to one another, but she had taken it to another level.
“Well, damn, bitch. Tell me how you really feel. I think it’s crazy that you can sit here with your ass on your shoulders as if you haven’t been through shit.
Did you forget I was the bitch who drove you to the clinic when Jaceon burned your ass?
Or how about the many bitches I helped you fight when DJ kept cheating on you?
I don’t know where you got this high and mighty attitude, but you need to come back to reality,” Kiara shot back.
Summyah and I looked back and forth between the two of them in shock. I never expected our conversation to go left the way it had.
“You know what? I’ma leave it alone before I take it too far.
Lyric, I apologize if I offended you. It wasn’t my intention to come off as judgmental.
I just don’t want to see you get hurt. The worst thing you can do is put all of your eggs in one basket, because if I know nothing else about niggas, it’s that they will disappoint you every time. ”
Valor’s energy shifted, making me wonder what was going on with her.
“I understand. Trust me, I am fully aware of what these men are capable of. Right now, I’m just trying to enjoy my relationship and be happy for once.
East isn’t perfect, but he loves the fuck out of my daughter and me.
I’m not going into this relationship with rose-colored glasses, but I’m choosing to trust him until he gives me a reason not to. ”
When Essex and I decided to make things official, we both promised not to bring our past trauma into the relationship.
While I didn’t have much dating experience, I saw how the men around me carried their women and wanted no part of that.
Essex assured me that we were our own people, and the mistakes of others had nothing to do with the life we were building.
I couldn’t predict the future, but for now, I would give him the trust he had earned.
Kiara and Valor squashed their little argument, and we continued to enjoy our brunch. Things were going smoothly until a group of women were seated behind us. At first, I didn’t know who they were until Summyah grumbled about Bianca and her crew of miserable bitches.
“Oh, please. I’ll never be worried about a bitch with no motion. I add value to a nigga’s life instead of waiting for a man to feed me crumbs. Tuh, that could never be me. These young bitches are sad,” Bianca blurted out.
“Say that, bitch! These hoes get with a nigga with a little change and damn near sell their souls to be on his roster. They don’t even know that he’s only choosing them because they need him.
Some of these tricks are content being a bum bitch.
” Her friend chimed in. I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was, because I recognized her voice.
Any time Bianca and I had gotten into it in the past, she was right there in the mix with her two cents.
At one point, I questioned whether East was fucking her too because she seemed to be just as salty as her friend.
It was obvious that they wanted me to hear what they had to say because they elevated their tone. My attitude had been on a rollercoaster lately, and I wasn’t in the mood to play with bitches today.
“I know good and well those bitches aren’t tryna shade you,” Kiara voiced.
“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. They must not know who they’re talking about because you’ve never been a bum bitch.” Summyah sat up in her seat with her elbows on the table.
I already knew how my friends got down, so I wanted to avoid a confrontation at all costs. East had been on my ass about fighting and getting into trouble over bullshit. I wasn’t in the condition to be fighting, so unfortunately, I couldn’t really pop off like I wanted to.
“Don’t even pay them bitches any mind. I refuse to give a bitch my energy when I know she would eat my pussy if my nigga told her to.” I made sure to speak loud enough for those petty birds to hear me.
“Who are you callin’ a bitch?” Bianca’s loud-mouth friend Davinette spat. Of course, she would be the one to speak up since she was Bianca’s brain.
I turned my head toward her, looking her up and down. For someone who loved to talk shit about everyone else, she always looked like she shopped at the swap meet. Her tangled bundles looked as if she snatched them off the curb and slapped them on her head with Elmer’s glue.
“If the shoe fits, slide your crusty ass feet in them and wear them with pride, hoe,” I replied in disgust. I was younger than every girl at their table, and none of them were on my level. Maybe that was why they were so mad, but they needed to take that up with God and not me.
“Oh, you must have bumped your head because you can’t be talking about any of us.
Unlike you, I work a real job and don’t have to depend on a nigga for shit.
You might as well be a prostitute because you’re basically fucking for a place to sleep and some clothes.
You’re all online, bragging about the stuff you have thanks to a man, while us real bitches go out and get it out of the mud. You can’t relate to us,” Bianca argued.
“You know what? You’re absolutely right. I should be ashamed of myself for living off of a man instead of shaking my ass for pennies. Damn, I’m such a bum.” Pulling out my phone, I called my man on speakerphone just to show how much of a bum I really was.