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After the night Harlem and I had, I found myself waking up after noon.
When I rolled over, he was still asleep.
I smiled widely as I leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his face.
I was somebody’s girlfriend, and I couldn’t lie; I was happy about it.
Today, however, I was going to continue my mission to destroy Jesaiah.
I tried sleeping off my feelings. I tried putting them in the back of my mind and moving forward, but I couldn’t.
There was no way this man was going to walk around scot-free while ruining people’s lives.
Even though he and I were done, there would soon be another girl going through hell just as I did.
I got out of bed, got dressed, and left.
When I got back to campus, the bruhs were in the parking lot grilling and selling BBQ plates.
I watched as some of them held up signs, while others sweated like slaves, making plates or running around like chickens with their heads cut off.
Jesaiah stood back and watched them. At this point, just the sight of him made my stomach curl.
I quickly parked and got out. I tried avoiding him so I could at least change clothes before I got into anything.
I was hurrying past some of them when he called out my name.
Ignored him and continued to walk until I reached my room. As I opened the door, I heard my name being called, but it wasn’t Jesaiah’s voice. When I looked, it was Dio.
“That nigga wants to see you,” he said.
“So, he sends you. I know you're only doing this because you're trying to cross, and I’m not trying to get you in trouble, but fuck him!” I spat.
Dio shook his head as he moved closer. “Man, bring yo ass.”
“No!”
I opened my door, went inside, and tried to close it quickly when his foot stopped it. “Look, I’m not trying to rough yo ass up, but come on. It’s clear you don’t fuck with him, but tell his ass that. Why are you running?”
“He’s the Devil! I hate him!” I shouted behind the door.
“Okay. Then challenge the Devil. I don’t like the nigga either, but I don’t let him scare me. Face his ass. Is he a woman beater or some shit?”
Dio was right. I opened the door to see him calmly standing there. I could see he was tired and weary, but a tinge of evil sat in his eyes. A smirk eased on my face.
“I want to take his ass down, and I will go if you help me.”
He ran his hand over his head. “That’s Dean Big Brother God’s Gift. What would I look like?” he said before a sinister smirk eased on his face.
I caught what he was throwing. I fully exited the room, closing my door behind me, and walked down the hall until I left the building. Samara’s man was pretty smart, and if he was going to help me, I was going to take it.
When I got to Jesaiah, Dio walked past and went back to what he was doing.
“What do you want?” I hissed.
“Damn, it’s like that? That nigga Harlem got your head fucked up or what?”
The audacity. “Harlem has nothing to do with this. I saw the fucking video. Why would you do that?”
He glanced around, then back at me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I tossed my hands up. “You’re a liar!” I shouted.
He gripped my arm, bringing his face closer to mine. “Stop that fucking yelling. I said I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
Jesaiah acting like he didn’t know what I was talking about bothered me. “What do you want, Jesaiah? You don’t want me, and I don’t want you. We have no chemistry, so what is there to talk about?”
I could see his eyes held just a tinge of sadness. “A nigga just wanted to make sure you’re good. Can I come see you later?”
My head flew back because I didn’t understand. “No, you cannot. You think you’re going to blow me off, and now I’m supposed to fold? Fuck you!”
I stormed off without giving him a chance to speak. He had already crossed the line, and there was no turning back. Jesaiah had no humanity in him, so why should I?