Chapter 3 #2
His friend Trey was posted next to him. I frowned instantly.
Trey was the type who stared too long at women making them feel uncomfortable.
He was creepy and perverted. He loved to compare women and put them against each other.
He was nothing more but a messy little bitch boy to me.
He thought he was funny, always cracking dry jokes and laughing at them before anybody else could.
I hated the idea of being in his company even for a minute of my time.
I thought about turning on the ends of my comfortable sneakers until Devin spotted me and grinned.
I had to admit; he looked good tonight. Devin’s once wild hair was slicked down with gel.
Somehow, he managed to get his thick mane into a long ponytail.
I didn’t have to ask him who put his hair into the ponytail with the long Indian braid stopping mid back. His mother always did his ponytails.
“Jatavia!” He called out to me.
Trey turned, his eyes scanned me in a way that made my skin crawl. Devin never seemed to notice how Trey looked at me and if he did, he probably didn’t give a damn.
I smoothed my shirt and forced a polite fake smile as Devin and Trey walked up.
“Damn,” Devin muttered pulling me close until I pressed against him. “You look sexy and smell good, baby.” He kissed my lips quickly.
I felt myself blush, surprised by his rare compliment and act of affection in front of his friend. It was one of the few moments he’d made me feel wanted by him, although I stopped caring it felt good to be admired by my so-called man.
“Come on,” he said grabbing my hand. “Let’s go.” He turned with my hand in his.
I turned to Trey and nodded my head to acknowledge him. Quickly, I rolled my eyes hard when he licked his pink lips hungrily and winked at me.
Thirsty ass nigga!
The festival opened up like a whole other world.
It was colorful and live as hell. Hanging lantern lights stretched across the night sky like glowing orbs.
Vendors lined both sides of the walkway selling everything from jerk chicken bowls to glitter body paint.
The air smelled like smoke, sugar, sweat and weed all twisted together.
I eyed the stages that sat at different corners of the lot, each had big speakers and flashing strobes.
There was a main stage that people already crowded at.
I was overwhelmed instantly and needed a drink because I was surrounded by thousands of people.
Bodies moved everywhere, dancing, singing and laughing.
A woman brushed by us wearing angel wings with a thong and matching bra leaving nothing to men’s imaginations.
Two guys walked behind her with hunger in their eyes as they took big gulps of their beers.
“I want to be close to the stage!” Devin yelled over the music.
“I gotta see my boy up close, I swear that nigga hard as fuck!” He squeezed my hand.
I rolled my eyes behind him because he sounded like a damn groupie for whoever this artist was.
I didn’t too much care for rap music like that, I was more an R I wouldn’t be able to stand here in the middle of his performance.
I leaned close to Devin and told him my stomach hurt from the drink.
Before he could even acknowledge what I told him, I made my way through the crowd and away from the stage.
The song continued, Dreu’s lyrics turned more explicit as I picked up my pace. Fuck the bathroom, I needed to get home.
Even home wasn’t safe…Dreu knew where I lived because I hadn’t moved.
Years ago, he was persistent, I had to block every fake page he created to reach out to me.
I knew Dreu was going to be a star, I saw how people took to his looks and persona via social media.
I was proud of him, that his dream to become his own man without his parents’ money had finally come true.
I heard his songs on the radio, and although he rapped off beat, he had some club bangers that really got you in the mood to turn up.
Devin had a lot of rappers he loved and literally praised.
If he had told me that Dreu would be the one performing at this fest, I wouldn’t have come.
I decided against going home. Instead, I called Tammy and told her we could go out so I could keep my mind off the man that once stole my heart then broke it.