Chapter 24
Zaylee Cooper
“See, I could have taken my ass to work if I knew you was finna sit here and pout the entire time,” Yanna said, giving me a stank face then rolling her eyes at me.
Hell, if I had known I was going to be pouting and feeling like shit I would have stayed at home myself.
I would have never thought cutting Mikael off again would have been this damn hard.
The forty-eight hours we hadn’t talked seemed like an eternity.
That other night when he showed up at my door I wanted so bad to let him in.
But I couldn’t get down with how he was coming at me that night or the day before at his shop.
I was starting to believe he was bi-polar or something because his mood swings were outta control.
One minute it was fuck me the next he wanted to fuck me, and it was aggravating.
Mikael was moving like I fucked him over when he was the one who continuously gave me his ass to kiss.
When I finally lost it and told him the truth about my miscarriage I was ready to take his fucking head off.
Mikael wanted to act like I was lying but I didn’t have shit to lie for.
He didn’t want to accept the truth because that would mean he’d have to accept the fact that he wasn’t shit.
I was so pissed at how he brushed the truth off at that moment I felt like I hated him.
If having a miscarriage wasn’t enough knowing I might not ever be able to have a baby because the miscarriage was hard for me to deal with.
Mikael wanted to act like the shit wasn’t a big deal.
I couldn’t get past that. I thought I didn’t want anything else to do with Mikael but as soon as he left I broke down crying.
I felt like I was losing him again like when he went to jail.
I had to call Yanna because I thought I was about to have a heart attack that night.
Like the good sister she is, she'd been by my side since. Yanna had been doing everything in her power to cheer me up, like taking me to my favorite Italian restaurant, La’ Bella.
Which is where we were currently sitting in a booth, waiting for our food to come.
I thought I was feeling up to being out and about but the longer we were out the worse I felt.
“I’m sorry. I’m trying.” I sadly said attempting to give her a smile.
“When you said you were moving back home this wasn’t what I envisioned us doing,” Yanna replied, scowling at me then taking a sip of her wine. “And you not even drinking with me. I’m about to find me a new friend cause you ain’t it.”
“I told you that wine tasted funny,” I frowned at Yanna. “And you can’t have any other friends besides me.”
“It taste fine to me.” She smirked as she reached for the wine bottle sitting in the middle of the table. Yanna refilled her glass then sat it back down on the table. “Must be you.”
“Whatever,”
“You might as well go find the big eared nigga, beg for some dick so you can get ya self together and get back to normal.”
“I don’t want to.” I said folding my arms across my chest.
“He don’t.” Yanna nodded her head in agreement. “But what that gotta do with getting some dick. I didn’t say marry the nigga.”
“I can’t just get dick and not get attached to Mikael. It don’t work like that with him.”
“Cause y’all still in love with each other.”
“We aren’t,” I replied nervously, cutting my eyes at Yanna.
“I’ll say this then Imma leave it alone.
The type of love you two shared doesn't disappear like that. Y’all might have been young but the love was real.
I really don’t know why you thought you was finna be able to fuck him and not get attached to him again,” Yanna scoffed at me. “That was delusion at its finest.”
Of course, I still have love for Mikael.
He was my first love but that didn’t mean I was still in love with him.
I cared about him and his wellbeing. I wanted him to have a great life and all that other stuff.
Beyond that I didn’t see working out for Mikael and me.
Too much stuff had been said and done for us to be able to rekindle the love we had back then.
“Okay, preacher Yanna. I hear you.”
“I’m just saying,” She shrugged her shoulders.
“Ki-, Hey! Solana!” I cut myself off when I saw Solana walking past our table. She looked confused for a second and then she saw me waving her over.
A smile formed as she walked back over to our table. “Hey! We keep running into each other. This might be a sign,” she joked as she waved at Yanna.
“It must be,” I giggled, standing up to hug her. “This is my sister Yanna, Yanna this is Solana.”
“Nice meeting you,” Solana said, shaking Yanna’s hand.
“Same, I like that Loui,” Yanna complemented Solana’s checkered brown suede barrel style Louis Vuitton purse.
“Thank you, it was a birthday present,” Solana upper lip curled as she looked down at the bag. “It’s cute but costs too much money. I wanted to resale it forreal, but Marlo wasn’t having it.” Solana rolled her eyes to the ceiling.
“Oooh, you with Lo?” Yanna asked with a sneaky smile. “I see y’all sister-in laws that’s cute.” Yanna knew Lo because she was always around when Mikael and I were together. They never did anything, Yanna always said Lo was too pretty for her. She liked her niggas a little funny looking.
“No,” Solana looked at me shocked as a red tint spread across her cheeks. “Me and Marlo are friends.” She unconvincingly said. From her pressed lips, Yanna didn’t believe her.
“Shoo I need me a friend that’s gone buy me a thousand dollar purse too. Ask Lo if he needs any more friends.” Yanna teased Solana.
“Don’t mind my sister she ain’t right in the head. You getting something to eat?” I asked looking up at Solana.
“Well, um, I’m picking up food for me,” Solana hesitated as her checks grew redder. “Marlo and the girls.” She shyly mumbled the last part. “But it’s not ready yet. So, I was gonna go wait in my car until it was ready.”
“You a real good friend.” Yanna snicked before taking a sip of her wine. “You might as well shit us and have a drink with me since somebody is making me drink alone.” Yanna cut her eyes at me.
I scooted over in my seat to allow Solana to sit next to me. “I told you it tasted weird.”
“Tell me do this wine taste weird,” Yanna said as she poured a glass of wine for Solana, then hand her the wine glass. “Or is it Zaylee tripping?”
We watched Solana take a drink from her glass, anxiously waiting for her answer.
“That’s actually really good,” Solana said in between her taking another drink of the wine.
“See!” Yanna exclaimed, pressing her lips together knowingly. “That nigga got you all fucked up.”
“Who? Mikael?” Solana questioned curiously.
“Mhmm,” Yanna answered for me.
“Marlo told me y’all were high school sweethearts. It would be dope if y’all got back together.”
“Fuck him,” Was my reply to Solana.
“Girl, don’t listen to her. She been in her feelings behind the nigga for the last two days.”
“Fuck you, too.” I said flipping Yanna off for telling my business. I liked Solana but I didn’t know if she was the type to run back and repeat stuff.
“Well looking on the outside in, the way his face lit up when he saw you in the shop, spoke volumes and you looked back at him the same way. My mama used to always say the eyes don’t lie.” Solana said.
“Facts,” Yanna co-signed sipping her wine.
“I don’t like you two together.” I said pointing between Solana and Yanna. “I feel like this is tag team Zaylee day.” I joked fake groaning and we all shared a laugh together.
After that we talked like three friends who grew up together.
I could see myself getting to know Solana more.
She wasn’t uptight and didn’t try do the most. I love how real Solana came off as.
She wasn’t scared to share her thoughts on things while still being respectful towards our opinions.
The conversation with her flowed effortlessly.
She stayed well past the thirty minute time limit.
Marlo had called her three separate times to see what was taking her so long.
She finally decided to reluctantly leave when Sunshyne got on the phone swearing she was starving.
We’d all just exchanged numbers, Solana had my phone and I had hers.
I just finished typing my number in when I saw her eyes go wide.
She looked up at me, back down to my phone, then back at me. Her mouth was wide open in shock.
“Girlll,” Solana cautiously said, dragging out her words.
“What?” I asked with concern in my tone.
Solana turned my phone around and the message thread between Mikael and me.
There was a video that hadn’t been there before, with the white play button in the middle of the video.
A new text message under the video that read, My new bitch made me forget about ya ass already.
My lips turned up into a frown as I reached up using my pointer finger and pressed play on the video.
What the fuck? I mouthed, seeing a video of what appeared to be Mikael getting his dick sucked by some female.
I was so pissed that Mikael would send me this shit.
If he was in front of me right now I swear I would have bashed him in the head with this wine bottle.
“I ain’t gone lie, I’d send him a video right back. Two can play that mutha fucking game.” Solana said, sounding as angry as I felt.
“You ain’t neva lied! I promise that nigga would be in tears after I was done with him.” Yanna consigned while I sat there silently, boiling on the inside. Mikael had me fucking heated and I swore he was gonna regret sending me this fucking video.
Mikael Wattson
The Next Day