JUST FOR THE WEEKEND

Aubrey

Last night, my man Tyrese coughed all night long, barely allowing me to get some sleep.

And this morning, I woke up to him telling me he had a fever.

I volunteered to call out to nurse him back to health, but he told me not to and said he would be fine until I got off.

Being the good girlfriend that I am, I decided to use my lunch break to grab him some medicine and chicken noodle soup.

Real chicken noodle soup, not that canned soup bullshit people feed their children.

I tucked my lips, trying to keep from laughing.

“What’s up, gurl? You got some tea for me or sum?” I asked.

Ms. Pearly is my messy buddy. All she does, is be outside, smoking or walking her dog, while being in everybody’s business. There’s not one person who stays in Trackstone apartments that she doesn’t have some information on.

She looked from side to side before leaning forward.

“I want you to know that after you went to work, some white, Lindsay Lohan bitch pulled up over here. That’s her car right there,” she whispered, pointing at the candy red Audi.

I frowned in confusion. Cause what the hell does that have to do with me?

“Ms. Pearly, what’s the point here?”

“Listen, that’s what I’m trying to tell you.

At first, I thought she was coming to collect them kids from Reshuandra trifling ass.

So, you know my nosy self was ready to tune in.

Then I saw Tyrese, Mr. Clean head ass coming downstairs, and he went right to that bitch car.

I almost swallowed my teeth when I saw them kissing.

I said, I know that raggedy bastard is not cheating on my bestie. ”

I slightly titled my head with my eyebrows frowning. My ears had to be hearing her wrong.

“Repeat that name one mo’ time,” I said.

“Tyrese-”

She couldn’t even fully get his name out before I dropped those bags and took off running. You would’ve thought I ran track the way I flew up those stairs as if they were hurdles.

I was fuming so badly that I kept fumbling with my keys while trying to unlock the door.

After what seemed like forever, I finally got the key in and opened the door.

Out of my peripheral view, I peeped Ms. Pearly easing up the steps.

But my only focus was finding out what the hell Tyrese’s ass has going on.

“Yes. Yes… that feels so good,” I heard him moaning.

My eyes widened when I stepped further into the house—not expecting to see what I was seeing.

“Oh, my fucking gosh,” I screeched.

Nothing could’ve prepared me to find Tyrese on all fours back arched to perfection with some woman pegging him with a strap bigger than his dick.

They were doing all of this on the same couch that we spent the past two years making memories on.

Those memories were now tainted… forever.

In sync their heads flew in my direction.

Tyrese looked like a deer caught in headlights.

And I could see the color in his skin vanish.

I thought I was going to be sick.

“Oh, shit. I didn’t know that’s how you got down, Mr. Clean,” Ms. Pearly, old, messy ass said, a reminder that she followed me up here. If things couldn’t get any worse. Now everybody and their mama was going to know my damn business. “I got a nephew for you if you ever want to switch sides.”

He hurriedly got up, rushing to make his way over to me, and tripping over his own feet in the process.

“Baby, it’s not what you think.”

Tyrese climbed to his feet.

“It’s not,” I tilted my head, eyebrows bunched together. “Cause it seems like to me that you’re getting your ass knocked loose.”

He tried to grab my hand, and I snatched it back. My face twisted up in disgust.

I don’t know who this nigga was standing in front of me because He wasn’t the one I fell in love with.

The man I loved wouldn’t be getting his cheeks clapped.

Never in the two years we’d been together had he ever mentioned being into no freak nasty stuff like this.

If he had, then I would’ve left him where he stood.

I met Tyrese a couple of years ago at May’s Café, which was my all-time favorite go-to.

The cafe was around the corner from the hospital where I work as a certified nursing assistant.

I have a slight addiction to caffeine so every morning I stop and grab a cup of coffee, or I’d be in a sour mood.

One morning, I was on my way out of the cafe and Tyrese bumped into me spilling my coffee all over my scrubs.

He apologized for not paying attention and offered to buy me another one.

I didn’t have time to acknowledge him. I desperately needed to do something about my work clothes while still making it to work on time.

Luckily for me, I always kept a spare in the car.

While preparing to do my rounds, I got paged to the front desk.

There he stood with a cup of coffee and a bouquet of flowers.

Tyrese apologized to me once again and said that he would love to make it up over dinner.

At the time, I had been single for quite some time while occasionally entertaining a few guys—nothing to write home about.

Tyrese was very attractive. He resembled the actor Morris Chestnut—tall, smooth chocolate skin, shining bald head.

On top of that, he seemed like a cool guy, so I agreed.

But under the notion that I would meet him there.

I didn’t know him personally enough to get in a car with him.

From that moment, we were locked in… up until now at least.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” I barked.

“Aubrey, baby,” he tried to touch me again, and this time I rocked his shit.

His hand went to his lip, looking down to see blood on his fingers, he cut his eyes at me in slits.

“What bitch?” I jumped at him. “Do sum. I promise, I’ll have my brothers send yo’ ass to the heavenly gates to meet yo’ ugly ass granny.”

“Damn, not the granny,” Ms. Pearly instigated.

“Matter fact, get the hell out of my shit. And make sure to grab yo’ legally blonde, strap-wearing bitch on the way out.”

He licked the blood from his lip.

“I’m not leaving. This is my place just as much as it is yours. I know you’re mad right now, but you need to chill out.” The audacity fell from his mouth, causing my eye to twitch.

I nodded.

This nigga got me all the way twisted. I got some for that ass though.

Tyrese might have paid bills, but my mothafuckin’ name was the only one on that lease.

So, his ass was leaving out of here one way or another.

Pushing past him, I went into my bedroom and into my closet.

I opened the lock box, grabbed my Glock, cocking it back.

When I came back to the front they were going back and forth.

“You not leaving where?” I questioned with my gun positioned in front of me.

Their heads whipped around to me, and I could see the fear wash over them when they saw my gun.

“Oh my God, she has a gun. Tyrese, what kind of stuff did you drag me into?” the bitch said, speaking for the first time. I slick thought she was a mute, but I guess I was wrong.

She hid behind him, fear dancing in her eyes. He swallowed loudly while putting his hands up in surrender.

“Okay. Okay. We’re leaving, so put the gun away,” he cowardly said, like the weak nigga he was. “Just let us grab our clothes.”

I shook my head.

“Uh-uh. See, if you would have left like I said the first time, then you could’ve. But now you’ve got to leave out this mothafucker just like that.”

“Come on, Aubrey,” he whined.

“Out!” I yelled, pointing my gun at him.

Tyrese bit down on his bottom lip, obviously pissed, but he was smart enough not to try me. He and his bitch left out looking like two fools, butt ass naked.

“Oowee, child… you had me nervous for a minute,” Ms. Pearly said, coming to sit on the couch.

I scrunched my face up. “I thought you were about to make me a witness to a homicide.” She pulled a blunt out of the pocket of her moo-moo, lighting it up.

“You should’ve shot that bastard in the ass, though. ”

What a hell of a day. I would’ve never thought this was how my lunch break would have gone.