2. Blessing #3
“What?” She responded, placing the bundles of hair on the vanity.
“So, I was about to leave Moo’s house earlier, and I got in the car, and my damn battery died again.
So I asked him if I could wait inside until roadside assistance came, and of course, he let me.
Girl, why’d that man send me the money for a new battery and then some.
Talking about, oh, you can have whatever you want, just ask for it.
And you know me; I’m never turning down no bread. ” I explained, shrugging.
“Oh, I know that’s right.” Chanel snickered. “Wait, the battery for your car is expensive as hell. That nigga might have a little crush on you. Wasn’t he in your likes the other day? If he didn’t have a girlfriend, I’d tell you to go for it, sis.”
“Speaking of his girlfriend, she has me blocked. I was on his page lurking and saw a photo of them together, so I clicked the picture and went to her page because she was tagged, and the page said user not found.”
“Girl, what’s her username? Let me look her up before I start reinstalling your hair.” She grabbed her phone off the counter and unlocked it.
“I think it’s @riahhampton1.” She typed the username in and handed me her phone. Her page was public, and she’d definitely blocked me. I clicked her profile picture, opening her story. The only thing she’d posted was a picture of a few shopping bags.
“Maybe she watched your story, then blocked you so she wouldn’t pop up in your views.”
“Damn, that makes sense. She could’ve just followed me, though, if she wanted to see what I posted. I still can’t believe she basically called me fat.”
“She’s a hater. Ain’t nothing fat but that ass!”
I burst into laughter. “Exactly.”
“She better chill before Granny Josie puts her name in a jar and slide it in the freezer.” She joked.
“Uh uh. Shut up, that’s how rumors get started. Messy ass.” I laughed.
We spent the next hour talking while she reinstalled the bundles of hair into my head and styled it. When she finished, I couldn’t help but snap a few pictures. Chanel laid the hell out of my hair. I posted a quick selfie to my story before getting up to help Chanel clean the mess.
After we finished, we went into the living room. I took a seat on her sofa, tucking my leg underneath me. Chanel poured her favorite sweet red wine into two glasses. I opened a package of cones and took one out.
“You this weed from Messiah?” I asked, removing some nuggets from the baggie and placing them in the grinder.
She nodded and sipped her wine. “Yeah, he gave me some when he came to give me a jump the other day.”
“Mm. That’s all he did?”
She sucked her teeth and playfully shoved me. “What else would he be over here doing Bless?”
I shrugged and took a few sips from my glass. “I don’t know, sista. You know you had a crush on him when we were in high school.”
“Giiiirl, who didn’t have a crush on that fine ass nigga. I outgrew that shit years ago. And you know he’s community property. I’m so good.” She snickered.
“Uh-uh, not too much on my brother. He has a big heart.” I joked before grinding the weed up.
Once ground, I packed the cone. Chanel sat next to me as I lit the joint.
I inhaled deeply, allowing the smoke to fill my lungs.
I enjoy getting high a few nights each week—it’s how I stay grounded.
I passed the joint to Chanel, slowly exhaling.
“You’re literally glowing, Bless. I’m really happy you’re doing better. I know how rough this year has been for you. You don’t look like what you’ve been through. I prayed so much for you to be free.”
“You and me both, girl. I thank God every day for freeing me from that situation. If he hadn’t, I’d probably be dead.” I sighed, gulping down the rest of the wine in my glass before refilling it.
I pulled out my phone, sending a text to Journey, checking on them before opening the app to my security camera. The girls were lying on the couch, watching TV and eating snacks. She responded to my text, assuring me that they were fine. Before I could lock my phone, a text notification popped up.
Saint: Heard you got my sister for the weekend. Small world, huh?
Me: Really small world. Thanks again for earlier.
Saint: It’s whatever you want. I already told you. Did you take care of your maintenance?
Me: Yup. Went and got an oil change and got my hair done.
Saint: Lemme see.
I looked over at Chanel, and she was staring over my shoulder, reading my messages.
“You’re so fucking nosy.” I laughed, taking the joint from her.
I opened my camera app and snapped a quick shot of me blowing the smoke from my mouth.
I showed Chanel the picture. She nodded in approval, so I sent it to him.
“He’s so into you. He’s BEEN into you.”
“I doubt it. He’s just being friendly.” I finished the rest of my wine and poured another glass before reading Moo’s response.
Saint: Gorgeous.
Me: Thank you. *kiss emoji*
After a few more glasses of wine and some well-needed girl talk, I finally decided to call it a night and get home to the girls.