Chapter 7 #2
It was actually a very basic, but cute Lululemon set, but the orange hue, paired with all of her gold accessories against her dark skin made the look appear to be more thoughtful than it really was.
The set wasn’t the usual tights, instead she had on a pair of the bicycle shorts, a cropped shirt and the matching jacket that she left open.
Even that annoyed me because I knew that as confident as I attempted to appear, I would waste no time stealing this exact look.
From the stacks of waist beads that adorned her barely there waistline, to the midi rings, bangles, and the anklets that were layered atop her slouchy socks.
Hell, I knew I would search the internet to find the exact pair of New Balances that she had included.
And still I knew that the look wouldn’t match up because it was all so effortless on her and I knew I would give trying too hard.
“Oh ummm, yeah, I’m feeling way better actually. And you’re right, I was on my way out, but it seems you need a moment, so what’s up?” She questioned, placing her bag down near the door and waving me over to the couch in the living room.
“So what’s up?” I questioned while batting my extended individual lashes. I’m sure my tone matched my attitude which was brought on by how Honesty was seemingly bothered by my presence.
“Yeah. Like you popped up here, so I figured you needed something from me.” She responded with a tone that was matching mine. Instead of taking the seat she had offered me, I decided to stand as I reminded her of just who the fuck I was.
“Honesty, please, okay. I have no idea what changed from the short amount of time that you went away but it’s clear that you are feeling yourself or something.
The way you’re coming at me as of lately is wild and if I’m being honest, is borderline disrespectful to someone who welcomed you into a fold that you otherwise wouldn’t fit in.
” I pointed out. Shockingly, she didn’t recoil from the aggressive stance she was taken like most females did when I reminded them of my position.
The shit may have sounded juvenile, but I knew how the game went.
Bitches wanted to be close to me because I gave them easy access to the ballers.
Flexing the little authority, I had to change that, always got them together. Normally, anyway.
“See, that’s where you have me fucked up at Des. I knew sooner or later we would have to speak on this, and I guess the time has come.” She voiced.
“This? What exactly are you referring to, bookie?”
“Honesty. My name is Honesty, not bookie. Especially when you are only using that title in order to be condescending.” She corrected me.
“And ‘this’ meaning, that thing you do where you talk down to a bitch as if I’m supposed to kiss the ring.
It may be what you’re used to, but it just won’t work for me.
So yeah, you picked up on some aggression because I feel that letting you slide with the shit prior to now gave you the room to think you can ice skate when it comes to me.
I truly don’t care what anyone else tolerates, but that shit dead over here.
We aren’t in high school and I ain’t the transfer student tryna get in with the in crowd.
I appreciate you for being a friend in a city where I didn’t know anyone, but I’m not kissing your ass like everyone else does. ”
For a moment we both stood our ground, never breaking eye contact.
And in that moment of thick silence, I was more than convinced that something was going on behind my back.
The thing is, I felt that I couldn’t find out what it was if I cut Honesty off now.
Nah, I needed to play her ass close because something wasn’t right and I wouldn’t quit until I confirmed my suspicions.
With that, I decided to bullshit her for now and see how far that took me.
What she didn’t know about me that she would be getting a crash course on was that I was the queen of manipulation.
She was about to see a master manipulator in her element and by the time she realized it, it would be too late.
“You know what, I’m tripping. I’m not gonna even play in your face and act as if I haven’t ever heard this before.
I’m bossy and spoiled as hell and most people just accept me for who I am, honestly.
” I softened my tone as if I was humbled in this moment.
“It has really always been like that for me, but I’m not willing to lose a friend because of old habits.
I’ll try and be less bossy, when it comes to you.
” Although I felt like I was doing my big one on the acting front, her facial expression let me know that Honesty wasn’t buying it.
“Yeah. We’ll see. But I was heading out to handle some business…” she started before I cut her off.
“What kind of business?” I attempted to pry. “Especially dressed like that?”
“What’s wrong with how I’m dressed?”
“I mean, it damn sure doesn’t give I’m going handle business. In fact, it’s giving, I’m going do the opposite and see a man about a horse. So, you must be going meet up with Justin.”
What was funny about me throwing out his name was that a part of me wanted her to be linking up with him so I would know she wasn’t linking up with Fame and another part of me would’ve felt a way if he was still on her line after I put it on him.
Hell, I thought for sure he would be blowing my line down, but it’s been radio silence on my end.
Had I not had plans this weekend, I would probably feel a way about that.
“Nah, I’m actually glad he finally got the picture and stop blowing my phone up. I’ve been ignoring him since last night.” She shrugged, immediately irritating me.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why have you been ignoring the man that you were obviously interested in, prior to us all getting together for dinner? Something or someone had drastic had to come around and make you fall back all of a sudden.” I tried to hide the aggression in my tone, but it was hard.
I wasn’t even in the mood to play nice at this point because I hated more than ever to feel as if someone was playing in my damn face.
“Desiree, if you have something to say, don’t dance around it. Say it with your chest so that there are no misunderstandings with how I respond to the shit.”
“Not you being the one with an attitude as if you aren’t trying to back door me and fuck on my man.” I giggled at her audacity. “Some friend.”
“Never in all of my years had I ever had to try to fuck on someone. If I wanted to give this pussy away, it was always happily received. Now let’s address the funniest part of your statement, Desiree, you don’t have friends.
You don’t desire friends. You have followers and flunkies and I ain’t either one.
Its giving acquaintances, at best. And as your acquaintance I will assure you that I have not fucked Fame because if I had… ”
“Oh baby, I know you didn’t fuck him. I said you were trying.
Honesty, you are bad in your own little way, but baby this isn’t some country little town in Louisiana where I am sure you might have been top of the food chain.
You’re right, we aren’t friends, but you accept every call, invitation and request because even if you hate it, you know that being associated with me in any capacity ups your status.
You aren’t the first acquaintance, as you call it, that called themselves crushing on Fame.
I find it flattering that without trying, he still has hoes falling over their feet to get next to him.
I’ll give you the warning, that I feel I’ll have to give him.
I ain’t never been crossed by the same person, twice because to cross me once is a suicide mission. ” I warned as I received a text.
“Are you threatening me, Des?” She asked, taking a step towards me as if she was about to swing.
“I am. And any other time I might entertain this whole ghetto turn that this was about to take, but my boo is outside and he doesn’t like to wait.
You never gave hater but after today things might not be as crystal clear as before, so I feel the need to remind you of the pull I have around here.
If Fame finds out that we aren’t together because you decided to throw dirt on my game to make yourself look better in his eyes, I would hate to see how that would affect your quality of life here.
” I issued another warning but seeing her smile caused me to delay my exit.
“Desiree hear what I’m about to say because unlike your empty ass warnings, my shit can be stamped in blood.
I suggest you get the fuck up out my house and stay the fuck from around me before I make you stand on all that weak ass shit you claim.
You are too fucking old to think that threatening to exile a bitch would hold some weight.
Girl fuck you and your delusional ass friends, take them weak ass bitches with you and stay the fuck from around me.
I don’t need strength in numbers. And before you go, just know that you should feel blessed that this pussy too good to use for revenge.
If I was on that type of time, I’d fuck Fame through the muthafucking mattress and send you the video to remember just why he would leave your ass high and dry.
History be damn! Fuck outta here before I whoop your ass then tell the cops you broke in.
” I could see it in her eyes that she was waiting on one wrong move from me in order to show me that she meant every word she said.
I knew physically, I was no match for her, so I bowed out.
“I’ll let you have that one, Honesty. I feel that we will simply finish this discussion on another day in a neutral place.” I spoke, making my way to the door that she was holding open. I walked pass her as quickly as mu luggage would allow.
“And you should know even in enemy territory these hands work and if I feel disrespected, they will be talking, not me.” She replied before slamming the door in my face.
My fucking heart was beating double time as I rushed to the parking garage.
I knew it was from a mixture of anger and fear, but I had no idea which was the more dominant emotion.
I knew that my mind would be working triple time during this trip to figure out a way to either get Honesty back in check or get her the fuck away from anything that’s attached to me.
I never had anyone give me much push back when I flexed my authority and I could tell that this would be one of many times if I didn’t act quick.
“Damn, you damn near running like someone was chasing you.” My boo spoke as he leaned against the rental car he was driving.
He was smoking but it annoyed me that he made no effort in opening the door for me or grabbing and loading my luggage.
In fact, he ignored me as I huffed and puffed, while doing it on my own.
“You know, more and more I see why you earned the name Rude Jude. You do realize that I’m a lady, right?” I questioned.
“And if you were my lady and mine alone, you had that respect. But since you over here straddling fences, you gon be treated like the nigga you tryna run game like.” His jealous ass responded as he finished his blunt and hopped in the car.
“I told you, it’s too soon to expose our hands. Once we set everything properly in motion, the world can know about us. At this point, Fame ain’t shit but means to an end.” I explained before throwing a pair of Gucci shades on my face and relaxed in my seat.
Yeah, I knew it was crazy as hell for me to check Honesty about Fame when he was literally on a timeclock, but shit, I explained why, remember?
Disloyal. Sneaky. Selfish. Money hungry.
Manipulative. Arrogant. Reckless. I really wanted to go the distance with Fame but the type of woman that I was, needed a man with the same mindset.
Fame was on some new shit and rather than change my game plan, I just decided to change my most valuable player.
Shit was easy because game recognize game and I could take one look at Jude and see the type of person he was.
Disloyal. Sneaky. Selfish. Money hungry. Manipulative. Arrogant. Reckless.