Chapter Twenty-Three #2
“Oop,” Aria whispered. “I’m not about to play with you.” She giggled, getting out of the car.
The shift from summer to fall had Tyler reaching back into the car for her beanie.
The cold breeze whipping through the air wasn’t playing fair, and although her wig was secured, she didn’t want to take any chances.
Tightening the belt on her peacoat, Tyler waited for Maddie and Mya to exit the car so she could walk behind them.
“Oh, they packed,” Aria observed, stepping into the restaurant. “I hope we can get a table,” she mumbled, surveying the crowded entryway.
It was Saturday evening, and it seemed like the entire city of Detroit had a taste for catfish bites, greens, cornbread, and lobster mac and cheese.
Just the thought of the food had Tyler looking around to see if she knew any of the waitresses.
They had never waited in a line to eat, and they weren’t about to start now.
Before Tyler could squeeze through the thick crowd, she was tapped on the shoulder.
Thinking it was one of Aria’s girls, she turned around with a smile, but it quickly turned into a frown when her eyes landed on Bobbi.
“Hey cousin,” Bobbi greeted, holding the bottom of her stomach.
Tyler glanced down at her swollen stomach and then back up at her pie face.
Bobbi’s nose was spreading, her lips were double their normal size, and she could tell her face was covered in pimples under her layered makeup.
Bobbi was pregnant as fuck, and instead of being mad or hurt, Tyler almost felt bad for her.
Although her lace front was laid, she was standing there looking like the knock off version of her little cousin.
The tight dress she wore belonged to Tyler, the Prada boots and matching peacoat belonged to Tyler, and the jet-black Malaysian wig she was rocking belonged to Tyler. Bobbi looked like Tyler 2.0
Quickly scanning the area, Tyler made sure Dexter wasn’t near.
Their court date was approaching and being in the same space as him wouldn’t have been a good look.
After confirming the coast was clear, Tyler put a little space between them because her right hand was itching.
Bobbi might’ve been pregnant, but her face was looking very punchable.
“I know you fucking lying,” Aria chuckled, removing her earrings.
“Ah shoot, mama about to fight.” Mya tapped Maddie’s leg. “Get your phone out.”
Something snapped in Aria after hearing her daughter’s voice.
Reaching into her purse, she grabbed her keys and handed them to Mya.
She didn’t want to be the parent who got into fights while her kids recorded.
It might’ve been exciting at the moment, but later they’d be sitting in someone’s therapist’s office crying about when their life took a turn.
“Go sit in the car,” she instructed. “We’ll be out in a minute.”
“But ma, we wanted to see the fight,” Maddie whined.
“There is no fight, go to the car,” Aria hissed.
“Fine,” Mya mumbled, taking the keys. “Bye BBL Bobbi,” she waved, bouncing off with her sister at her side.
“Whoa,” Bobbi chuckled. “You didn’t have to send the kids away. I was just saying hi to my cousin,” she said with a frown. “Is that a problem? I mean I know you not still mad about the Dex thing. That nigga for everybody, but you knew that.”
By now it was as if everyone in the restaurant was staring at them. Some had their phones out while others whispered about what was going to take place. The woman with Bobbi stepped back, knowing that when Tyler’s hands started swinging, anyone in her path was liable to catch a stray.
“I’m trying to figure out why you talking to me like we cool. Bitch, I don’t fuck with your shaky ass,” Tyler said with a scowl on her face.
“Cousin,” Bobbi sighed. “It doesn’t have to be like this every time we see each other. We are family and will be in each other’s lives for the rest of our lives. We might as well hash it out.”
“Hash it out?” Tyler chuckled. “Bitch, you want to hash out you fucking on my nigga or being a snake ass bitch?”
“I mean...yea.”
“Girl, move the fuck around before I pop you in your dick suckers,” Tyler threatened. “I don’t have shit to say to you.”
“Like seriously. You’re going to fall out with your only family over a nigga that would fuck a ghost if it was going to make him rich in the afterlife. You’re acting like me and my mama didn’t have your back when you were in foster care looking stupid. I took you under my wing.”
“Come on, friend.” Aria lightly pulled at Tyler’s hand. She didn’t care for the audience, and it was clear to see Bobbi was baiting her friend for views.
“No,” Tyler cleared her throat. “This lumpy booty bitch wants a show…I’ll give her one because I don’t have shit to lose.
I’m only going to address this once because you aren’t worth my time, and I know you’re a little slow, especially when you have to think on your own, so listen up clearly.
I don’t give a fuck who Dexter sticks his corroded dick in, but you…
you were supposed to be my blood, my big cousin, but your nasty ass went behind my back and started fucking the very nigga you hooked me up with.
If you wanted him, you should have got on instead of sending his slow ass my way. ”
“He is slow as fuck,” Aria agreed. “Hooked on phonics ass nigga.”
“Whatever Tyler. What I did was wrong, but-” Bobbi tried to explain before she was cut off.
“See, this is why I said you’re dumb.” Tyler chuckled. “It’s not what you did, it’s what you’ve been doing. You been a hater. You been a follower. Now you’re standing in my face, wearing my clothes-
“Bitch, I thought that shit looked familiar.” Aria shook her head. “Nasty ass.”
“Yea, that’s my shit, but this bitch standing in my face like I’m supposed to forgive her.
I hope you and your baby have a nice life, and hopefully you protect the creature you’re carrying a lot better than your mama protected your low self-esteem, dick sucking ass.
You’re a fucking slut bucket and you can go to hell! ”
“Whatever,” Bobbi swallowed, clearly embarrassed. “I was trying to be nice, clear the air, but I can see that you’re still bitter.”
“The only thing you need to clear are them pimples under your bumpy ass makeup. Ain’t shit for you to clear this way. Go on about your business, Bobbi, before I have you walking around with your mouth wired shut.”
“You’re just jealous because Dexter and I are happy,” Bobbi lied through her teeth.
“Happy?” Tyler scoffed. “Who are you trying to fool? Dexter’s not happy with your dumb ass because you have nothing to offer him. He doesn’t move off love, it’s the motion for him, and you’re nothing more than a hoe that gets passed around to the nigga with the most money.”
Bobbi swallowed Tyler’s bitter words as she fought the urge to vomit. It was true. Dexter didn’t love her, and he didn’t love the baby boy that was stretching out her womb. His only concern was getting Tyler back and fixing his career.
“Whatever. Why don’t you go pop a pill or something?” Bobbi shot, turning on her heels. “Your broke ass probably can’t afford to eat here anyway,” she mumbled, walking away.
“Bobbi,” Tyler stopped her.
Thinking shit was sweet, Bobbi turned on her heels and was greeted with a fist to the face.
Whap whap whap!
The swift hits caught Bobbi and everybody else off guard. Instead of covering her face, Bobbi covered her stomach.
“Now, pop that hoe,” Tyler spat before storming out of the restaurant.
“Damnnnnn,” Aria dragged, watching blood leak from Bobbi’s nose. “You need a napkin?” she asked.
“What do you think?” Bobbi cried, holding her bloody mouth.
“I think you need to stop fucking people man, that’s what I think. Have a shitty day hoe,” she laughed, following Tyler out the door.