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Chapter 8 | Unthinkable

Tristan

“You sure I didn’t tell y’all about going to the gun range?” I probed Avery through my earphones. I was attempting to get some of my homework done on this early Saturday morning since I had a lot of other things to get done today, but Avery wasn’t letting me be a scholarly student at the moment.

“Uhm, no ma’am. My feelings are hurt.”

“I swear I told you guys that. Y’all probably just forgot.”

“Bitch….” She started. “Just own up to your mistake. You didn’t tell us.” I tossed my blue mechanical pencil down on my opened schoolbook and leaned back in my seat at the kitchen table.

“Damn. I’m sorry Ave. I thought I did.” I allowed my head to fall over the back of the chair and before I began gazing up at the ceiling. “We haven’t really decided exactly when we’re going. Drew is always getting called into work at the last minute then you’ve been working like everyday lately.”

“So have you and Blair.” She simply spat back, causing my eyes to slightly roll.

“Well excuse us for being Pre-School teachers. We work during the day, you’ve been working night shifts.”

“This is true but I have money to make. We don’t all have it like you, boo.” She responded as I brought my head back upright.

“Like me?” I questioned, scrunching up my face a bit.

“Yes.” She stated before I heard some ruffling noises in the background. “A boyfriend in the Army and grandparents that left you damn near millions in that account of yours.”

“Avery…” I commenced, scratching my head. “They didn’t leave me millions. They just had an account set up for me the day that I was born.”

“And started putting millions in that bitch.” She stated, causing me to shake my head and laugh.

“But like, your man is rich his damn self. You can afford to take a night off.”

“Possibly. He’s not rich though.”

“Yea alright. If you say so and ain’t no possibly, bih.” I grabbed my pencil and placed my binder in front of me, preparing to take a few notes on the chapter I skimmed through before Avery called me.

“Okay, okay, okay.” She rambled out. “About to have me miss out on money.”

“You’ll be okay….” I started, writing a title and the date on my paper. “Just pull a double.”

“You know I don’t do those.”

“You will if you want that money.”

“I want it but I’m not that desperate.”

“Or work a bar shift instead of a floor shift.”

“So they can throw me on well the entire night?” She inquired as my eyes went slightly buck and my nostrils flared a little.

“Morning shift?”

“I don’t do mornings.” She responded as I sighed deeply.

“Avery, you gettin’ on my nerves.” I chuckled lowly and started jotting down some notes that I’ll be able to use on my timed quiz tomorrow. I would do it today but at the rate that I’m going, that wasn’t about to happen.

“I’m just messing with you.” She giggled and I joined her. “I don’t work doubles or mornings but I’ll probably suck it up and pick up someone’s morning shift on hotschedules. Just have to let me know when we’re going.”

“Think you’ll be down to go next Friday night?” I quizzed.

“Where we goin’?” Blair inquired, walking into the kitchen and heading straight to the refrigerator.

“Well hey and good morning to you too, fatty.” I tossed over my shoulder.

“She headed straight to the fridge?” Avery probed through a giggle.

“You know it.”

“Hey, good morning, where we going?” I turned around completely to look at Blair, watching as she pulled out the leftovers from last night that she begged me to cook. Eating leftovers for breakfast was nothing new when it came to us. We loved breakfast food but we just enjoyed eating lunch or dinner meals for it instead.

“Well let’s see. We’re going grocery shopping with Omarion….”

“O is going with you guys?” Avery quizzed, causing the rest of my sentence to fall short.

“Girl yes. Who else is going to carry the bags in the house?” I replied before she started cackling. It wasn’t long before I joined her.

“Anyway…” I returned my attention back to Blair who was still pilling food onto her plate. “Then to the mall, then to the stu--.”

“Not today, fool. You know what I’m talking about.”

“I know. I just wanted to raise your blood pressure early this morning.”

“Fuck you.”

“Love ya too.” I shot her a smile as she stale faced me. “But next Friday evening, we’re going to the gun range. The new one that just opened by the Strip”

“Damn. Y’all finally set a date for that?”

“It only took so long because of everyone’s work schedule.” I closed my binder and stood up from my chair, walking over to take a seat on one of the barstools at the island. “Well….” I started, unplugging my earphones and putting the phone on speaker. “Avery and Kyle’s work schedules at least. They’re always the busy ones.”

“Tristan Noelle Wright. Didn’t I just say….”

“You will not.” I spat at the sound of hearing my entire name float through the speakers of my phone.

“The whole Government though?” Blair inquired, putting her plate in the microwave and setting the cook time on a minute and thirty seconds.

“Yes. Wait, am I on speaker?”

“Yup.” Blair and I both replied in unison.

“Tristan how’d you know I wasn’t tryna talk shit about Blair?”

“Uh, because you know better hoe.” Blair tossed her remark back at Avery over her shoulder, walking back over to the fridge and opening it.

“Feisty ass. I’m telling Omarion to put you in your place tonight.”

“Well shit.” I stated, looking over at Blair.

“Two things. Ling Ling……” Blair started.

“You and that damn name.”

“Stop acting like you don’t love it.

“I don’t.”

“Whatever; but one, are you actually going tonight?”

“Of course I’m going. What kind of question is that?”

“A logical one. I mean…you missed the last few studio sessions they’ve had.”

“Correction, I’ve literally only missed two and both of those were Christopher’s. I had to work.”

“Well you still missed them. Will Zane be there too?” I inquired, hopping off of the barstool that I was sitting down on and walking over to the microwave after the timer went off. Blair wasn’t paying me any mind; her head was too deep in the fridge. So I took it upon myself to help her out, taking her plate out of the microwave and closing it.

Surprisingly, Blair still wasn’t paying me any kind of attention. As I went to grab a piece of the pot roast off of her plate, I swear I saw Blair’s head do an entire three-sixty.

“Nuh-uh, Tristan. Get ya ass out of my plate!” She bellowed, running over to me and slapping the shit out of my hand.

“Ow! Fuck, B. Why must you be so heavy-handed?”

“Why must you not make your own damn plate instead of tryna pick off of mine?” She grabbed her plate with one hand while holding her can of orange soda in the other. “You tried it.”

“But, but, but….” I commenced. “I don’t want my own plate. Yours looks so tasty.” I pouted playfully as she stale faced me.

“You good.” She replied, walking on the other side of the island and setting her plate down.”

“Are you guys done? Or?” Avery’s voice rang through the speakers.

“My bad. Go ahead, Ave.” I glared over at Blair before she flipped me the bird and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You sure?”

“Yessss.” I drawled out, sitting back down on the barstool.

“Alright. To answer your question, yes, Zane will be in attendance as well.”

“It’s about time he joined the festivities.” Blair mumbled through her stuffed mouth.

“What’d she say?” Avery queried.

“Nothing.” I placed my elbow on the counter and rested my head in the palm of my hand, watching Blair stuff her face. “Tonight should be all kinds of interesting.”

“Yes ma’am. Wait, why?”

“Because we’re all going to be in the same room. Literally. Everyone who was at the smoke session plus more is bound to be at this session.” Not really thinking about that until now, I just noticed that there’s a possibility that there’s going to be a shit load of people at this session. Which I’d be okay with but the thought of it just hit me. “B, your cousins are going right?”

“Mhm.” She hummed out, bringing her can of orange soda up to her lips. Putting it back down, she let out a belch and I voted on it.

“Eh, I’ll give it a six.”

“Shooting for a ten next time but yes, they’re going.”

“Weren’t they supposed to leave a few days ago?” Avery probed.

“They found out about tonight and pushed their flight back.”

“To when?” I inquired, needing to know these things because I wanted to drive with them to the airport with Blair when she did so.

“The twenty-fourth at nine. Y’all tryna roll?”

“Is that even a question?”

“For you, no. For everyone else, yes.” I heard Avery kiss her teeth, causing Blair and I to giggle. “I’m just saying, Ave.”

“Do I really work that much?”

“Yes!” Blair and I both stated in unison, a little louder than I’m sure we both intended to. “For no reason at all.” I added.

“I mean, just as long as you don’t miss the important functions coming up. Like…” Blair faked a cough. “My birthday celebration.” She faked a cough again.

“Did I miss Tristan’s or Kyle’s? Or any of you guy’s birthday celebrations any other year since we’ve been friends?”

“Nope but there’s a first time for everything.” I replied.

“True but I’m not going to miss it. What was the second thing you were going to say though, B?”

“Huh?”

“You said “two things” a minute ago but you only told me one.”

“Uhm…..” Blair started before looking off to the side. “Nope, I lost it.” She shrugged and twisted her lips.

“You serious? I swear your memory is terrible.” Avery stated.

“Oh!” She half-shouted. “I remember. I was just gonna say that O isn’t about to put anyone in their place. Well, not me at least.” I stared across the kitchen at Blair as Avery and I both stayed quiet for a moment.

I took a deep over exaggerated breath before breaking out into song. “Why the fuck you lying? Why you always lying?” I began doing the famous TLC “Creep” dance in my seat as Avery joined in on the song with me. “Mmmmohmygod. Stop fuckin’ lyin!” As our singing concluded, I couldn’t help but to bust out laughing and Avery couldn’t help it either. I looked at Blair and began to laugh even harder once I noticed the look she had on her face. “Awww Blair, cheer up. You know that shit was funny.” I stated in between my laughter.

“Y’all get on my nerves, I swear.” She chuckled and shook her head as Blair slid her ringing phone out of the pocket of her UNLV sweatpants.

“We’re your favorites. Stop with the fallacies.”

“Okayyy. I see you with the SAT words.” Rolling my eyes, Blair slid her finger across her screen before bringing her phone up to her ear. “What’s up KC?” She spoke into the phone, grabbing her plate and walking over to the sink to wash the few dishes that she just used.

“Tell Kyle we said heyyyy.” I sang out as I heard Avery’s voice seeping through my phone’s speakers, laced with nothing but pure jealousy.

“Pause. Kyle? You guys having a meeting at your house and you didn’t tell me? Is my sister there too?”

“Calm down. KC is on the phone with B.”

“Oh…” She started before clearing her throat. “I knew that.”

“Ol’ spiteful ass.” I chuckled and glanced over at the kitchen table where my schoolbooks and binder were located before letting out a petite sigh. I definitely wasn’t going to get any of my homework done today. Which meant I was going to have to get everything done tomorrow when I was planning on relaxing before my week started back up on Monday.

“Shut up. I was just going to feel some type of way if I didn’t get invited to whatever I thought you guys were having at your house. I was thinking though……”

“You know better. Stop it.” I clicked the down button on the side of my phone once to lower the volume some. “What’s up?”

“We should order food while we’re there too.”

“Avery, the studio session is at ten. Who’s delivering food that late?”

“Bitch…everyone!” She bellowed through the speakers.

“Oh…” I simply responded, looking across the kitchen at Blair. I straight faced her once I noticed that she was looking at me and laughing. Already knowing that she was laughing at my sarcasm, I shook my head and began playing with the ends of my hair.

“Need I remind you that this is Vegas, a city that never sleeps?”

“You’re right but what are you thinking about ordering? Chinese?” I inquired

“I fuckin’ hate you.”

“Love you too, boopie.” I replied through an obtuse smile before grabbing more pieces of my hair and playing with my ends.

“For your information, I was thinking Pizza Hut.”

“Yasss.” I drawled out. “We can definitely do that. I’m sure all the other fat-asses wouldn’t mind either. Just get a variety of toppings on each.”

“Wings too?”

“You know it. Get em’ hot. Like, scortchin’.”

“So all of our assholes can be on fire? How about, no.” She replied as I kissed my teeth.

“Stop bein’ a lil pussy ass bitch, Avery.” Blair stated, putting her plate that she just washed in the dish drying rack. “If she doesn’t wanna get hot, I’ll get them.”

“Ugh.” Avery grunted. “Fine. I’ll get some of them hot but the others are going to be barbeque. This isn’t up for discussion.”

“Fine with me.” I responded as the doorbell rang.

“I got it.” Blair stated, walking past me and out of the kitchen to go see who’s at our door.

“Was that a doorbell?” Avery inquired as I walked over to the kitchen table. I began to put all of my schoolwork away and back in my schoolbag once I made it to the table.

I really hope I don’t have any distractions tomorrow because I really needed to get my work done before Monday. Everything isn’t due until Thursday at midnight but I still wanted this all done prior to instead of procrastinating, which is something I seemed to be the Queen of.

“Yes ma’am, it was. I don’t know who it is though.”

“Delivery.” I overheard a man say as soon as Blair opened the door. Blair retorted but for the first time, I couldn’t really make out what she was saying.

“Tristan!” Blair shouted from the front door. “Come here!” She shouted again.

“Hold on, Avery.” I sat my phone down on the table and began to make my way to the front door, looking at the ground the entire way to it. “What it is, B?” I quizzed, looking at her with a muddled look on my face. I couldn’t see who was at the door because one of the doors was shut, blocking my view. Blair reached her hands out of the door and brought them back in, but when she brought them back in, she brought a rather large bouquet of flowers back in with her.

“These are for you.” She extended her arms, passing me the flowers before I grabbed them from her.

“Are they from Ezra?” I questioned before she shrugged her shoulders.

“Excuse me, who are these from?” She asked the guy that was at the door.

“That information should be in the card.” He smiled and hooked his ballpoint pen onto his shirt. “You enjoy the rest of your day though ladies.”

“Thank you, you too.” I responded before walking around Blair and shutting the door.

“Girlllllllll.” Blair drawled out. “That man was something too gorgeous. Like, beyond. I wanted to facetime Kyle on the low so I could show her.” Blair laughed and leaned against the door. “So who are these beauties from?” She questioned, referring to the white roses that were neatly placed inside of a white “Maison des Fleurs” box. I knew for a fact that this florist is the furthest thing from cheap but I always used to say how bad I wanted some flowers from them. Now that I actually have them, with my favorite flower at that, is blowing my mind.

I pulled the red card out from in between the roses while walking back in the kitchen and it didn’t have anything written on the outside of it. I sat down at the kitchen table and sat the box of roses down on the table. “Avery, you there?”

“Yea, girl. Took your ass long enough.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Someone just delivered flowers to me.”

“Flowers? From who?”

“Uh, yea. That’s what we’re trying to figure out right now.”

“Are they roses?” Avery questioned, causing me to smile.

“But of course. They’re my favorites.”

“Chrysanthemums.” Blair chimed in.

“Lilies.” Avery stated after Blair.

“Avery, I thought you liked roses too.”

“I do, red ones, but Lilies are my newfound favorites.”

“Both of those flowers are actually really pretty too. I like sunflowers as well.”

“Big ass bright ass flowers.” Blair replied, causing us all to fall out into a fit of giggles.

“They’re cute though. Stop it.” I leaned over and playfully slapped Blair’s arm.

“I guess.” She leaned back in the chair and trailed her eyes to the white roses. “So who are they from?” Blair quizzed as I went to open the card that came with the flowers. Once I opened it, my smile dropped a little seeing that the letter was pre-made. Which meant I couldn’t tell whom it was from off tops.

“Baby girl, these are to let you know how much I miss you. Hope you like them.”

“Frommm?” Blair questioned, holding out her hand in front of her.

“Well who else would these be from, Blair?”

“Mm. Tryna redeem himself from that shitty ass letter he wrote you, I see.”

“B….” Avery started.

“I’m just saying. The flowers are cute though and I know they weren’t cheap.”

“No ma’am. This florist is the furthest thing from cheap. They’re supposed to last longer than roses from any other florist so we’ll see.” I smiled before biting on my bottom lip.

“Avery, Tristan over here blushing.”

“I would be too! That man loves him some you.”

“Doesn’t he?” I questioned. “But Avery, we’ve been on the phone for….” I paused, pushing the “home” button on my phone so my screen can wake up. “An hour and forty-six minutes. I need to go get ready to head out.”

“If you don’t wanna talk to me, just say it.”

“Avery Kai. You know I would but it’s not like that this time.”

“I was just pla…” She paused for a moment. “Hold up. What do you mean this time?” She queried in a tone that made me chuckle.

“I’m just fuckin’ with you, love bug. But no really, I told you we have to go run some errands before heading to the studio.”

“Mhm.” Avery hummed out. “Better be.” She let out a slight laugh. “But alrighty. I’ll see you guys tonight. Don’t be late.”

“Mm, not making any promises.”

“Forgot who I was talking to. You two are always late to our functions.”

“Not if we ride with one of y’all.”

“Then you can ride with Drew and I.”

“You’ve got yourself a got damn deal.” I responded, mimicking Kevin Hart and causing the both of them to laugh. Kevin Hart is one of our faves. Even though we know him personally, his personality and his jokes never get old to us. So whenever we mimic something that he’s said before, we always die of laughter.

“You’re going to have to pick up KC too. Can’t leave her out.”

“Well Drew is driving but just have her swing by your house so we can just pick all three of you guys up from there.”

“Done deal. I’ll text her and let her know in a minute.”

“Alright, boo. I’ll see yall later.”

“Bye, Ling Ling.” Blair chimed in through a smile.

“Bye Mrs. Grandberry.” Before Blair could respond, we heard the three beeps, indicating that she had pressed the end button on her phone. Blair’s smile dropped as she shook her head and scratched a spot above her eyebrow.

“Not even gonna touch on what she just said.” She chuckled and as bad as I wanted to say something smart, I didn’t.

“Blair….” I commenced, getting ready to switch topics. “Can I be honest with you about something?”

“Well I wouldn’t want you to lie to me.”

“Ezra’s letter has me torn.” I finally admitted, causing her eyes to widen.

“Is this the reason why you wanted to get off the phone with Ave? I’m only asking because Omarion won’t be here for another hour, so….”

“Yes…” I interrupted. “This is the reason. I haven’t really talked to you about how I truly felt about the letter since I received it. I don’t know what to do, Blair.”

“Well for starters, is moving to Florida an option for you?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Well, yea.” She simply replied. “I mean….” She inhaled before exhaling her breath into the air. “I know you love Ezra babe but like I said last week when you read the letter, you can’t keep putting your life on hold for this man.”

“But Blair, I love him.” I shrugged slightly and glanced off to the side. Opening my mouth to speak but pausing before doing so, I slowly shook my head and raised my hands a little. “You know how I feel about him, B. I can’t really see myself without him but I’m at a point in my life where I want a child. I want marriage. I want my true happy ending and it just seems like I’m never going to get what I want. On one hand, moving to Florida sounds amazing. I’ve always wanted to live there. Then on another hand, I don’t want to leave you guys, my job, I don’t want to pick up and have to start all over. You get what I’m saying?”

“I do. This is really something you’re gonna have to discuss with Ez, Tristan. Like, you have time to figure it all out but if you really don’t want to move, you have to think about what you and Ezra are going to do about your relationship. You’re not good with long distance at all and this is something that we all know. Shit, you know this. So you have to think about things like that. Granted, even when you move to Florida, he’s still going to have to depart from there too.”

“Exactly! Do you see why I’m confused and don’t know what to do? Ez is such a great man to me. Even though he took forever and a day to write his first letter to me, I know he was busy with work so I’m not really holding that against him. He still goes above and beyond for me, even when I’m not expecting it. Take these flowers for instance…..” I extended my arm and grabbed the box of white roses, pulling them closer into me. I leaned forward and hovered over the box, inhaling through my nostrils to smell the roses. “They smell so good and it’s something I wasn’t expecting. He’s so spontaneous and I love that shit about him. I can’t see my life without, B. He helped build me up when I lost everything and he’s still building me and molding me into the woman I’ve always dreamt of being.”

“I have a question.”

“Ask it.”

“Don’t get mad at me but you know I always keep it real with you. Are you sure you’re not still with him because you feel like you owe it to him? Or because you’re in your comfort zone in a bad way with him?”

“The fuck are you talking about, Blair?” She glanced down at the table before removing her ponytail holder from around her wrist and pulling her hair up into a high bun.

“He came into your life when you were broken, vulnerable, weak, and fragile. He helped build you up – like you stated. Are you sure you aren’t just in love with the idea of that? Are you sure you aren’t just sticking around because it’s what you’re used to?”

“I’m insulted at the fact that you think I’m even like that, Blair.”

“It was just a question. A logical one at that.”

“No it wasn’t. I am in love with Ezra and what he stands for. He’s my happiness.”

“To me, it seems like the complete opposite. You forgot that I know you better than you know yourself. I live with you. I see you everyday. When you’re not happy, I pick up on that shit. I don’t speak on it cause I know how you get but I do sense it. You’ve been holding in how you feel about this letter and you know what….you’re good at that holding things in shit, Tristan. Better than I am and I didn’t think that was possible.”

“I hold things in because I feel as though no one will be able to relate to what I’m going through. Like no one will be able to guide me through my situations. Like no one will understand me and like they’ll judge me.”

“First of all, who are they? Because you know we would never judge you, Tris. We weren’t placed in your life to judge you at all so get that shit out of your head right now, mamas.” I glanced down at my hands and started to pick at my acrylics that I so badly needed to go get redone.

This is why I loved Blair. She never sugar coated anything with anyone nor did she ever tell me things that I wanted to hear but rather what I needed to hear.

“That’s just how I feel. Ever since…..” I stopped picking at my nails and rested my arms on the table. “Never mind.”

“Nuh-uh. Talk to me, Tristan.”

“It’s just…ever since the damaging triple threat happened, I shelled up.”

“The who-what?”

“The damaging triple threat. When Trey and I broke up, when my grandparents died and when my father died as well. Once all three of those things happened, I just started to close up more and more. Before any of that happened, I was an open book.”

“Yea. You were super open when you were with Trey. You’re open now with Ez but it’s like pulling teeth tryna get you to open up about certain things.”

“I can’t help it. I told all four of them pretty much everything then it all just…ended.”

“Well, you have to blame yourself for the ending of you and Tremaine but I do need you to figure this thing out with Ezra before it’s too late.” She stated, concern lacing her voice.

“I know I do.” I allowed an acute sigh to escape the cave of my mouth while looking at Blair. “However, I don’t think I can figure it out right now. All I know at this very moment is that I’m confused. Letting Ezra go isn’t an option. I mean, I’ve been hanging on this long through the distance and his job. However, me moving away from my home, my friends and my job, just seems so unrealistic to me. I know that I can find a job in Florida and we can take trips back and forth but still.”

“I honestly don’t want you to leave and I’m sure I can speak for everyone else too when I say that. You just need to figure out if moving and waiting three more years on top of these next two for what you want is something you’re willing to do. You’ve had patience thus far but will you have lost that patience by the time twenty-twenty rolls around?” I brought my hands up and ran them over my face.

“That’s such a long time, B. I just don’t get why my wants and my needs keep getting pushed back. Is this a sign that I don’t need kids and a marriage right now? Even though it’s something I’ve been wanting for ages now?” I quizzed as Blair slightly shrugged her shoulders.

“Shit happens for a reason, Tris. What’s the reason for things keep getting pushed back in your life, I have no idea but I do know you should talk it out with Ezra. I know you haven’t yet and I know you haven’t finished writing him that letter that you started.” I slowly began shaking my head. I wouldn’t even know how to start that conversation off with Ez, yet she wants me to talk to him about this. “Talk to him, Tristan.”

“I will, B. Just….just give me some time to figure it out. I’ll finish writing the letter and send it off though.”

“Are you going to put how you feel about him assuming you’re going to drop everything and leave in your response letter?”

“Probably not. I just said I don’t know what I’m going to do so I’ll probably just tell him how much I miss and love him and how I just adore these flowers he sent me until I get my life together.” I watched as she trailed her eyes to the flowers before she raised and dropped her eyebrows quickly.

“Still think these were to butter you up but okay.”

“This isn’t the first time he’s sent me flowers though.”

“But it’s the first time he’s sent you a letter like this one and considering how you haven’t contacted him back yet…yea….these were definitely to butter you up.” I allowed my head to drop backwards before huffing and mumbling the words “oh my goodness” into the air.

“Why can’t you just be happy for us, B? Or at least at the fact that he’s trying.”

“You’re not even happy for you guys so what are you talking about? We’ve had a discussion about your happiness before and I told you I just want you happy. You’re like a sister to me Tristan and I care about your happiness the most when it comes to you. If you’re happy, I’m happy but right now, you’re not and it’s buggin’ me. You’re confused and I really can’t help you with this one. I feel like if I tell you to move, you’re going to feel like I’m not on your side. Then I feel like if I tell you stay, you’re going to feel like I’m holding you back. So I say, do whatever you feel is right. Do whatever your heart is telling you to do and you know I’ll be supportive of it.”

“Well, as of right now, I’m not going to leave Ezra. I’m going to do my best by sticking it out without him being here for these next two years and go from there. I hate that he’s not here. I hate that every night I have to sleep alone and not wake up to his beautiful scruffy ass face.” Thinking about my baby, I cracked a smile and let out a few giggles. “This shit sucks so bad, man. You know I love affection. I just want to cuddle and get my booty rubbed on and I can’t even do that.”

“Girl, who are you telling? I want the same shit but niggas don’t know how to act.” As I went to open my mouth to respond, she stopped me dead in my tracks. “And don’t you say shit, Tristan.” I couldn’t help but to laugh at the fact that she knew what was about to leave my mouth. “But, okay so wait…What if at the end of these two years, you decide not to up and move? You’re pretty much going to be leading him on.”

“Not really. As of right now, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I barely wanna do these two years without him but I’m going to do what I have to do to make it work.” I was really hoping that Blair didn’t pick up what I was putting down right now. My mind is always racing a mile a minute so an idea hit me while talking to her.

Even though I don’t know what the future holds, I do know what I can do to help make these two years go by a tad bit smoother for myself. I just wasn’t going to let her know my plan just yet because I knew this was something she wasn’t going to be supportive in. However, I just knew when she finally picked up on it, I was going to hear a mouthful from her and everyone else but at this point I didn’t care.

I just care about my happiness at this point.

“That’s all I ask. You know I live vicariously through you and Avery’s relationships since you know, team single over here.” She balled her hand into a fist and held it in the air, causing me to laugh a bit.

“Yes, I know. Always up in our business.” She kissed her teeth and shot me a straight face. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Dang - but uhm, Blair…” I started.

“What’s up?”

“Thank you for listening to me.”

“That’s what I’m here for, with your stubborn ass.” She glanced over at the time on the stove before looking back at me. “Now let’s go get ready for our day.”

“Yall niggas actually on time?” Chris inquired as we all walked into the studio right as the clock hit ten o’ clock.

“I know you aren’t talking to me because I’m always on time.” Kyle responded, walking over to Chris and standing on her tippy toes before mushing him in the side of his head.

“Quit playin’, KC.” He took a step back and gently grabbed her arms. “I was talkin’ bout Tristan and B.”

“See….You have to be more specific when firing shots like that.”

“Nah, you just gotta stop with ya guilty conscious.” He laughed, pulling her into a hug, walking over to me next and embracing me in his arms.

“Whatever Chrez.” Kyle stated, playfully mugging him as he laughed a little.

“Wassup, Chocolate Drop?” He quizzed, arms still wrapped around my shoulders.

“Not much, Light Bright. You ready for tonight?”

“I stay ready, ma. I live for this music shit.” He removed his arms from around my shoulders and shot me a bright ass smile.

“Let me get a snippet of your verse.”

“You think you slick.” He stated before I gasped dramatically while dropping my jaw, trying not to smile.

“I’m offended. I just wanted to hear a lil suntin suntin.” I responded, attempting to be ratchet again.

“You gone get to hear to…in a few minutes.” I kissed my teeth as he chuckled, walking over to Blair to hug her next.

“I’ll try to be patient.” I stated, glancing towards the studio booth. My eyes landed on Trey. From the way his mouth was moving and the way his neck veins were on level ten, I knew that he was in there warming up.

After saying hello to everyone and giving them hugs, I decided to make my way into the booth with Tremaine. Everyone else seemed to be preoccupied with each other, so they didn’t even notice I had snuck away.

Cracking the door open and sliding into the booth, Trey had his headphones on and his eyes were closed. I stood by the door, watching him as he was now nodding his head to the instrumental instead of singing. 

Opening his eyes for a moment and sliding his phone out of his back pocket, he still wasn’t aware of my presence in the booth. Assuming he got a text message, it wasn’t until he unlocked his phone that he turned and looked towards the door. We made eye contact for a second before he looked out towards the crowd in the studio and nodded his head. I followed his gaze and noticed he nodded his head at August. So, I’m also assuming that he was the one to text Trey to let him know that I was in here with him.

He looked back at me and smiled, sliding his headphones off and setting them down. I glanced down towards the ground, trying to hold back a smile that was trying to break free. I looked back up and noticed that he was now walking towards me.

“How long you been in here?” He quizzed, sliding his arms around my waist before pulling me into a hug.

“Clearly not long enough since I missed your actual singing.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, returning the gesture. “Y’all doin’ this on purpose.”

“Doin’ what?” He inquired, tightening the hug. I guess my response took a little longer than it should have to come out because he pulled back a little bit and repeated his question. “Doin’ what, Tris?”

“U-uh….” I started, fumbling over my words. “I-uhm. Lost my train of thought. It wasn’t that important anyway.” Sliding my arms from around his neck, I allowed my hands to trail down his arms before resting them on his forearms.

“Still got that badass memory, huh?” He probed through his smile, looking me in my arms.

“Something like that.” I let out a few giggles before he released me from his embrace. He shook his head and readjusted the black pullover hoodie that he was rocking.

“Can I tell you somethin’?” He questioned, giving my body a slow onceover.

“You look….” He paused, licking over his lips and smirking. “Great.”

“Trey, I’m not even that dressed up right now. You blind?”

“Nah. I still have twenty-twenty, Noelle.”

“So you should see the simple I’m rocking with tonight.” I stated. The only thing that he responded with was a chuckle and a headshake; something he was famous for. “What are you laughing at?”

“You.”

“What I did?” I quizzed, mocking the little girl in a vine Blair showed me a couple of days ago.

“You’re so critical of yourself, ma. You know I love seein’ the simple side of you. I know you know the sayin’ less is more.”

“I do but…..”

“But nothin’.” He interrupted, causing me to tuck my lips into my mouth and nod my head slowly. “Just take the compliment, Tristan.”

“Thank you, Lunch Trey.” I mumbled as he took a step closer to me.

“What was that?”

“I said thank you, dang.” I smiled and playfully pushed him, watching as he held his hand up to the spot where I pushed him at and laughed.

“You welcome, gorgeous. Did you uh….get the flowers I sent you though?” He questioned, causing my eyes to widen.

“I’m sorry….what?” I knew what he said, I just didn’t know if he was referring to the white roses that were sent to me today or not.

“Did you get the flowe – well, roses. From Maison Des Fleurs.”

“Those w-were from you?” I queried in a confusing tone as he shook his head in a “yes” motion.

“Yea. You been on my mind a lot lately and I just wanted to send you somethin’ I knew you’d enjoy.”

“Those – flowers – were – from – you?” I sluggishly quizzed again, not believing his response the first time.

“Yea, Tristan.” He replied through a slight chuckle. “What…you ain’t like em’ or somethin’?”

“No, it’s not that.” I glanced off to the side for a second then looked him back in his eyes. “I just…..” I paused, deciding against telling him who I thought the roses were from at the last minute. “Never mind. It’s nothing.” I faked a smile, not because I was upset at Trey for getting me the roses – but because they weren’t from my boyfriend. Shit made me feel stupid. “They’re really beautiful, Trey.”

“Kinda like you?” He allowed the corner of his lips to curl into a smirk as I tucked some of my hair behind my ear and snickered some. “Don’t answer that; but uh, I just remembered the time we were walking on the pier when we took a road trip to Los Angeles back in the day. You fell in love with that place. Right when I was plannin’ on buyin’ the entire shop for you, the unthinkable happened and -----”

“Trey….” I interrupted, stepping a little closer to him. “Let’s not.” Starring down at me, I could sense his breathing slowing up a bit – something that he told me would happen whenever he was around me because I always seemed to calm him down. “I want you to concentrate on this bomb ass verse I know you’re about to lay, alright?” He nodded his head after a moment of starring intensely into my eyes, trailing them down to my MAC lipstick covered lips. “Thank you for the roses, Mr. Neverson. I loved them.” Smirking as his eyes were still planted on my lips, I lightly flicked underneath his chin before turning on my heels and walking out of the studio.

Luckily for me, everyone was still in their own zones, which meant they didn’t notice me sneak away for that brief moment.

“Averyyyyyy.” I sang, walking over to her and her boyfriend Zane. “What’s up, cupcake?” I quizzed, looping my left arm through her right and laying my head on her shoulder. I trailed my eyes up and landed them on Zane’s, grinning and waving at him to greet him before he nodded his head and smiled to greet me back.

“Nothing. Just running an idea by Z.” She smiled and gazed up at Zane.

“Oooo, an idea? You tryna get married?” I probed, lifting my head off of her shoulder and squinting my eyes at her.

“No ma’am.” She replied through a giggle. “Not yet at least.”

“Why aren’t you sweeping my girl off of her feet yet, Z?”

“I’m trying to but she won’t let me.” He responded, his accent on one hundred; the accent that made Avery fall in love with him even more in the first place. She kissed her teeth and shot him a glare, causing him to chuckle. “I’m just kidding, gorgeous. Smile for me?” That’s all it took for the corners of her lips to curl into a smile.

“I can’t stand you.” She stated through a giggle, shaking her head.

“You lying to me now?” He smirked and pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her.

“Nope. Never that.” She turned around in his arms so that she was facing me with Zane’s arms draped over her shoulders. “He’s swept me off of my feet already.  As far as marriage, it’ll come when the time is right.”

“Alright. That’s fine. Just as long as I’m right behind Drew in the line.” I smiled and flipped my hair, laughing as Avery joined in with me.

“See, I was thinking about putting Kyle behind Drew then putting you last.” My laughing instantly cease and I guess my facial expression was something funny to her because she started laughing even harder. “You know I’m playing right?”

“Don’t have time for your games, Avery.” I giggled and crossed my arms over my chest.

“You have all the time in the World, which is why we’re friends.” She shot me a hefty smile before I heard August’s voice over the several conversations taking place in the studio.

I turned around and glanced towards the recording room, noticing that Chris was now in there with Trey. Glancing back towards August who was standing on a spinning chair, I was hoping and praying this boy didn’t bust his ass and eat shit.

“Ight, ight, ight.” August spoke again. “We about to start this session up. Just wanna let y’all know that we appreciate all of y’all for comin’ out to support us. KC….” August glanced down and looked at Kyle who was trying hard to fight back a smile. “Thank you for everything, KC. After all these years, ya still hea’ by ya boy’s side. I don’t know how this song would have played out without ya touch. So thank you.” I looked over to my left and watched as Kyle mouthed the words “You’re welcome” to August.

Kyle and August were so damn cute for their own good. A huge part of me wants to jump in and save Kyle but she doesn’t want to be saved; no matter how much talent and potential she has in other areas. No matter how far I know she could go in life if she’d just drop everything and tried to get her life together.

Ironic how I’m wanting someone else to get his or her life together when my own is in shambles as well.

“So yea…” August continued, snapping me out of my intuitions. “We hope y’all like this remix. Y’all gone be the first ones to hear it before I release it and we want ya honest feedback on it, ight?” He quizzed, still standing on the spinning chair.

“Ight!” We all replied in unison before clapping and cheering on the boys.

August hopped off of the chair and walked into the recording room with Chris and Trey, dapping them up as if this was his first time seeing them all day. As they were getting everything ready, I walked through the crowd towards my girls and stood by them. Kyle, Avery and I were in the first row closest to where the producer and their managers were sitting and Drew and Blair were behind us.

I knew everyone was eager to hear what these three cooked up but I think I was the most excited to hear it for several different reasons.

“Hope you’re ready to drop them panties, Tris.” Blair leaned forward and whispered in my ear with her hand rested on my shoulder. I kissed my teeth and jerked my shoulder forward.

“Shut the hell up, B. I’m not dropping shit.” I whispered back. It was so confusing when one of my close friends was here for Ezra and the other was here for Trey. Blair stated that she doesn’t have a problem with Ezra; she just has a problem with me not being happy and she’s always made that clear.

“Mhm, yea okay.” Blair responded as I stared off to the side for a moment, twisting my lips. It wasn’t long before the beat dropped and August’s and Trey’s voices filled the studio.

“Ay, oh, ay oh.” “Ay, oh, uh-huh, whoa-oh.” “Ay, oh, ay, oh.” “Ay, whoa-oh, uh-huh, whoa-oh-oh.” “Man I luv this shit, man I luv this shit.” “Man I luv this shit, man I luv this shit.” “Man I luv this shit, man I luv this shit.” “Man I luv this shit, man I luv this shit.”

“A nigga back with this motherfuckin’ remix, remix and we bout to kill this shit.” August was up first. “See I went and got a little help to get the whole club poppin’ like Freaknik.” “Cause I got Rozay, a little Bombay, a little peach Ciroc and we faded.” “Soon as we step in, we got yo chick and yo chick, and yo chick and I know you hate it.” “Cause we linin’ up the shots, youngin’ got the heat to make em’ pop.” “Soon as we hit the parking lot, then we see all the panties drop.” “Girl, ain't no bitch nigga, no rich nigga, no snitch nigga, yo bitch choosing on a real nigga, let her chill nigga, that's real.” “Cause I'm so fucked up, now I'm talking my shit, I'm way too high to be trippin’ like this.” “Niggas hating hard, bitches all on my dick.” “This is what you want, ima put it like this.” “Lay it down to the Aug, Trey and Chris remix.”

So far, this shit is lit. August had everyone in the studio nodding his or her heads and straight jamming right now. I did notice something though. While August was singing his verse, his eyes were closed but as he went on to sing, he opened them and looked directly at Kyle who was to the left of me.

“And you love it, ay, you love it girl, ay.” August began to sing the chorus and I heard Kyle singing along with him lowkey. “You love it, ay, you love it girl, uh-huh.” “You love it, ay, say you love it girl, ay.” “You love it, ay, better make you love it girl, uh-huh.” “The way I fuck her, you would think I love this bitch.” “I tell her keep on suckin’, girl get all this dick.” “And I’ma keep grindin’, nigga tryna get rich.” “She tell me keep fucking, cause she love this shit.”

“God damn it, I love it.” It was Trey’s turn and the sound of his voice made my heart stop for a second. Trey’s singing always did something to me, which was why I tried to tune his music out for the past few years but that never did work; and now here I am again, in the studio watching him record like I did back when we dated.

“She said she just got her some titties, she said she just got her some titties.” “Can't wait till I come to her city, can't wait till I come to her city.” “I smoke till I choke and I'm dizzy, the liquor's invadin’ my kidneys.” “Been chilling and I feel like killing you niggas.” “Bitches been missing me lately, oh.” “They love it when I talk to em’ crazy, oh.” “Suck a nigga dick, do it with a lot of spit, let it drip, yeah catch my babies.” “Oh-whoa, that's my baby, just do it like you care, girl don't worry bout’ your.” “Hair's fucked up cause I'm pullin’ like this.”

Just like August, Trey’s eyes were closed until this next line. He opened them and looked me dead in my eyes. I started biting on the inside of my cheek because I was now nervous to hear these next few lines of his.

“Your man's fucked up, he don't do you like this.” “Feels so good that a nigga might kiss.” “If you ask her she gone tell you like this.”

“God damn it she loves it, she loves it.” “She loves it, loves it.” “God damn it she loves it, she loves it.” “She loves it, she love this shit.” “So I’ma keep on fucking like I love this bitch.” “I’ma keep on bustin’ cause she loves this dick.” “I’ma keep, stunting cause I love being rich.” “I’ma keep, doing it I does this shit, God damn it I love it.”

“She said make love, just make love, just make love to me right now….” Chris’ verse faded in next. “Just do it and she want to try some new shit, just do it She said when I kiss it, go and sing to her, how?” “Like this, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la.” “No need for conversation.” “All we doing is licking and fucking and touching.” “Your booty be speaking another language, oh yeah.” “This real life to his fake shit, bottles in the air, I'm faded, drinking.” “I'm so fucked up, now I'm talking my shit.” “I'm so bossed up, I be talking like Rich.” “Niggas hating hard, bitches all on my dick.” “Baby when we play, put this song on replay, she like "Ooh, that's my shit".”

“And I love it, ay, I love it, ay.” “I love it, ay, I.” “God damn it I love it baby, ay.” “I love it, ay, I love it, ay, I.” “I'm gone love her better, cause her man ain't shit.” I couldn’t really tell who Chris was looking at right now but I’m going to assume he was looking at Drew, who was standing directly behind Avery. He’s been trying to get at her for the longest and I’m just waiting to see how that one pans out. 

“And I’ma keep on stroking cause she love this dick.” “And I'ma keep on licking cause she love it.” “She tell me keep fuckin' cause she love this shit.”

“And I love it.” August jumped in, finishing the song after Chris’ chorus wrapped up. After the producer let us know that he was done recording, everyone started clapping once again and cheering the boys on as each of them walked out of the recording studio.

I can’t even lie, this remix is dope as fuck and I already knew the entire World was about to go crazy off of it. I mean, as soon as they announced it on their twitters, all of their mentions blew up. Just wait until they actually release this song.

I turned around to face my girls and noticed all of our faces were exactly the same. We busted out laughing because of it before we broke out into conversation. “Why was that song lit as fuck though?” I quizzed.

“Uh, we’re talking about Tremaine, Chris and August here. All of their songs are always lit.” Blair chimed in.

“Right?” Avery concurred. “Not to mention, August’s verse……” She started, nudging Kyle in her arm.

“Stop ittttt.” She drawled out through a smile.

“It was super good KC.”

“Thank you, Tris. It sounded so much better than what I imagined it to sound like to be honest. Like, once it was all put together with the beat and whatnot.”

“Talented ass.” August’s voice fluttered over all of our shoulders as he brushed past all of us and stood behind Kyle. Snaking his arms around her waist, she tucked her lips in the cave of her mouth and rested her hands on his arms.

“You’re the talented one, August.”

“Couldn’t have done it without ya though. Ya know that.”

“Well….” She commenced. “You’re welcome.” She tilted her head back, looking up at him as they both smiled. It wasn’t long before Trey and Chris found their way over to us next.

“Congrats you three. Shits legit.”

“Thought it wasn’t gone be, Blair?” Chris quizzed, ruffling up her hair.

“You gone get enough of fuckin’ up my hair, boy.”

“That was my way of sayin’ thank you.” Chris laughed as I felt a pair of hands land on my shoulders.

Turning around, my eyes landed on Trey’s before I took a petite step back. “Well hello there.” I greeted.

“What you steppin’ back for?” He probed.

“Mm, no reason.” I replied. “Nice lyrics.” He smirked and slid his hands into his pockets.

“You liked em’?”

“Some of them.”

“Some?”

“Yup.” I simply replied as he nodded his head and trailed his eyes down my body. I switched the weight that I was putting on one leg to the other and ran my fingers through my hair as he admired me.

“Can I ask you a question?” He inquired once his gaze was back where it was supposed to be.

“Go ahead.” Giving him permission, he did the unthinkable.

“Can I take you out tomorrow evening?”

“Uh….” 

“Just to celebrate; nothing more, nothing less. You don’t even have to consider it a date.”

“I wasn’t going to.” I smiled as he chuckled.

“So is that a yes?”

“It’s a yes, Tremaine.” I responded, thinking about how my plan to get these next two years to go by smoother for me has just been set in action; not to mention, I didn’t even have to do anything. 

Smiling, I turned around and tapped Avery on her shoulder. “So uh, about this pizza and wings.......” 

[betweenmeandyouff]

Chapter 4 Part 1 | Vibe

Tristan

"KC, you still don’t know what you’re doing for your birthday tomorrow?" I quizzed, looking over at Kyle and lifting my legs onto the couch, tucking them underneath me. 

"No ma’am." She replied as I reached behind me to grab the crème-colored throw blanket off the back of the couch before snuggling up with it. "I haven’t been thinking about it in all honesty." 

"It’s your twenty first though…."

"I know but, eh…" She shrugged and slithered closer to me before grabbing the end of the blanket that I was under and covering herself up with it as well.

"So you’re telling me….that you haven’t thought about turning up for your twenty first birthday?" Avery inquired, peeling her eyes off of the television and jumping into our conversation.

"Not really. Besides, don’t you guys already have plans for tomorrow anyway? I mean…it is Valentine’s Day." All I could do was stare at her. Not because I didn’t have anything to say, but because she knew the situation that I was in. 

"KC…." I started, breaking the curt silence that fell upon us.  

"Hm?"

"What plans do I have tomorrow and with whom? Please fill me in."

"Droppin’ that thun thun thun on Trey." Drew voiced in the kitchen as I peeked my head over the couch, watching as she removed a can of ginger ale out of the fridge.

"No one is dropping any thuns on Trey. You tried it." 

"I was just kidding, babe. We all know you’re about to be boo-loving with Mr. Long." She smirked while walking back into the living room and sitting on the couch next to Blair with the ginger ale in her right hand. "B….open this for me."

Never taking her eyes off of her favorite movie “Poetic Justice" playing on the sixty-inch flat screen mounted on the wall, Blair reached over to grab the can from Drew to open it for her. 

"That’d be wishful thinking. I still haven’t heard from him yet so if I do tomorrow of all days, it’d be a miracle." 

I really didn’t know what was driving me more insane — the fact that today marks exactly three months since Ezra has been gone, the fact that Trey lives out here now or the fact that my girls all know about his relocation and barely sees anything wrong with it. 

All of them except Avery at least. 

Avery has been team Ezra since I first told her about him and she understood my reasoning in going forward with him as well. She felt that Ezra entering my life was for a specific reason and that the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Granted, she didn’t have a real life problem with Trey, she’s just always favored Ezra. 

Same with Blair but Trey has always been her favorite. She was just fond of the fact that Ezra came into my life and made me happy and helped build me back up from everything that happened; but truth be told, when it comes to Trey, he will always be a favorite of hers. 

"But wait…Your birthday was last month. You didn’t hear from him then either?" KC questioned as I shook my head no, glancing back up at the television. "Damn, Tris. That’s four events that he’s missed." She finished, specifically referring to Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years and my birthday. 

"I know that. Which is why I said it’d be a miracle if I hear from him tomorrow." 

"And you can’t call him or anything right?" 

"No, he can only call out." 

"I don’t know how you do it girl." She looked over at me with slight pout in her lips. "You sure you don’t wanna drop any thuns on Trey?" I sucked my teeth and snatched the blanket off of Kyle, holding on to it tight just incase she tried snatching it back.

"Tristannnnn…." She reached over, trying to do exactly what I thought she would which was snatching the blanket back. "It’s too cold in your house for you to be playing these games." 

"You’re the one playing them, not me. You know I don’t want to do anything like that with that man."

"Yea okay, whatever you say. Just give me some of the blanket back." 

"Nah.." I retorted. "Go turn the heat on if you’re that cold." 

"….I swear I have some childish ass friends." Drew mumbled, leaning over to sit her can of ginger ale down on the coffee table. "Here, Kyle." She reached behind Blair, grabbing another blanket that I had lying on the back of the couch and tossed it over to KC. 

"Thank you sugar tits." KC smiled at Drew then looked over at me before sticking her tongue out. I veered over and mushed her in her head before she slapped my hand away. "Stop playing Tris and let me love on you."

"Love my ass. You’re just trying to get some of my body heat. You are not slick." I stated, causing us to burst out into a series of giggles. 

"Well yea…" She still managed to snuggle up to me anyway, making herself comfortable at that. "I told you it was cold in here." 

Shaking my head at her and glancing back up at the television, I watched as Justice shared a few childhood memories with Lucky by the beach shore while she filed his nails down.

Vibing as one would say.

When Lucky leaned in and placed a subtle kiss on Justice’s lips, I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t feel some type of way about it.

I’ve never felt any type of way about this part of the movie until now though. I figured it was because Trey popped up again and my first time ever watching this movie was with him. 

We watched this movie so many times together back then and this was actually one of his favorite parts. He told me that the way Justice randomly opened up to Lucky about her childhood reminded him of the way I finally opened up to him about mine.

Hastily shrugging off my thoughts, I leaned my head back on the couch and dropped it to the side, looking over at Drew. 

"Okay so we already know I’m not doing shit tomorrow. Rew, what do you have planned?" I questioned before KC stretched her arm out and down towards the ground, reaching for her Samsung Galaxy S5.

"Not a damn thing." She replied dryly. "We go through this every year and before one of you asks…no, I’m not still bitter about my ex coming out of the closet on Valentine’s Day." 

"You sure?" Drew sucked her teeth and side-eyed me. "Hey, I have to ask these things."

"Yes, Tristan. I’m sure. I just had to let it be known before one of yall asked me about it again." 

"I wasn’t about to ask you about that but since we’re on the topic of it now…. I still can’t believe the shit. Like, he played it off so well." I brought my head back up and looked in Drew’s direction.

Drew’s dad and Avery’s mom just recently got married, so she’s pretty fresh to our circle. However, even though that’s the case, she informed us all about her relationship with her ex.

They were only together for a year and a half but she gave him the Universe. She was always purchasing something new for him, cooking for him, cleaning and doing his laundry — everything that you can think of, she was doing it.

All except having relations with him and that was because she just wasn’t ready to take that step with him just yet. Drew put all of her trust into him and loved him more than words could explain — only for him make her wish that she hadn’t. 

"Yea, he played off using me as a cover up real well. Then chose Valentine’s Day out of all days to let me know that he was in love with someone named Harper. I’m thinking, okay — he’s in love with another bitch because you know…unisex names are obviously existent and everything. Turns out, Harper was a dude." She scoffed "A fuckin’ dude." She reiterated before shaking her head. "Valentines’ Day was the day I was going to let him get some too but I’m glad that didn’t happen." 

"At least you didn’t walk in on your boyfriend of four years, having a threesome on Valentine’s Day in your bed and asked if you wanted to join." Blair stated nonchalantly, finally breaking the trance that Poetic Justice had on her entire life. "I’m not bitter either though." 

"Fuckin’ Nasir. He had something good with you, B; and Drew, Amir had something good with you as well.”

"Obviously not." B spat before directing her attention back to the television. 

"And you mean Amirah?" Drew corrected me. 

"….He changed his name?" 

"Yes, bitch. Got some cheap ass yaki weave put in and found his way to the nearest M.A.C counter too." 

"Yaki?" I inquired. "I mean, if you’re going to play the part, at least get some nice shit put in."

"Right?" Drew concurred. 

"Guess we know who wears the vickies in that relationship though." KC mumbled, causing me to giggle a bit.

"Shut the fuck up." Drew stated through a laugh before throwing a pillow at KC. "But yea. I don’t have anything planned as of right now."

"Make some plans with Chris." I replied as a smirk slowly crept upon my face. 

"Who’s the one with the jokes now?" Drew questioned. 

"Not I. Just know I felt the power of that curve though." She shrugged and started to roll the sleeves of her shirt up. "He couldn’t stop talking about you once you left." She looked at me for a minute before glancing down and slightly shaking her head. 

"Chris who? You met someone and didn’t spill the tea?" Avery interrogated while pulling her hair up and putting it in a messy bun.  

"Uh, no." Drew looked back up at her sister before continuing." His alter-ego is probably Christina anyway so it’s not even worth spilling my good ass tea over." 

"Rew, you can’t go around thinking everyone is in the closet." 

"Look Avery, I blame my ex and R.Kelly for these appalling thoughts of mine." She replied, referring to R.Kelly’s "Trapped in the Closet" series. 

"Trapped in the closet is my shit though." KC randomly butted in before she cleared her throat. "Seven o’clock in the morning and the rays from the sun wakes me. I’m…stretching and yawning in a bed that don’t belong toooo me. And a voice yells good morning darlin’ from the —-." Her singing got cut off from me smacking the shit out of her with one of the onyx pillows from the couch. 

"Ow! Tris. Yall need to stop hitting me with these damn pillows!" She laughed and tossed the pillow onto the floor as I joined her in laughing. 

"Anyway…" I started after my laughing ceased. "What about you Avery?" I shifted a bit to look behind me and at Avery. "What do you have planned for tomorrow?"

"Wellllll…"She drawled out.

"Let me guess. Zane is taking you to the moon this year to have a candle-lit dinner…” Blair started, referring to Avery’s long-term boyfriend who just so happens to be the Chief Operating Officer of his family’s oil company. “And during this candle-lit dinner, y’all will look down on us not doing shit with our lives but sulking in self pity while we eat ice-cream directly out of the carton — all while watching reruns of ”Living Single.” 

"You my dear, are not shit for that." I retorted, letting out a few snickers. 

"Being shit isn’t sanitary." I watched as Blair rolled her eyes playfully before giggling. "And Tris you know Zane always goes above and beyond for our girl."

"I know Blair but the moon though? I can’t with you." 

"Must you always be so extra?" Avery queried through a faint smile.  

"….Duh. Extra is my middle name. Act like you know." Blair smacked her lips and snapped her fingers, imitating a ratchet girl to a tee. 

"You’re so ugly for that." Avery laughed and lifted her legs onto the couch before wrapping her arms around them. "And for your information, I have no idea what Zane has planned for me. He just told me look nice and to be ready by eight-thirty tomorrow. I doubt we’re going to the moon."

"Won’t be surprised if that’s where you end up." 

"You know what…." 

"I’m just playing, Avery….Kind of." Blair smiled and started playing with the rich curls that blessed the top of her head. 

"And this is why I haven’t really thought about what I want to do for my birthday." 

"Because I have plans?" Avery questioned. 

"That and because I’m just not all that excited for it really." 

"Well listen…" I patted KC, indicating that I wanted her to sit up before removing my feet from underneath me. "We’re going to figure out something to do to get that ass excited. It’s your twenty-first so we’re about to turn up. Just give me a minute to think of something." 

"Alright ma’am. If you say so." 

"Tris…" Blair called out before I looked in her direction. "I have a question." 

"I may have an answer." 

"Alright, so listen…" She commenced, grabbing the remote and turning the television down a bit. "Why is it that we had no idea Terrence was Trey’s brother?" 

"…And where did that question come from?" 

"Well I’ve been meaning to ask you since that night at the bar but that bullshit that happened made me forget. Until now at least." 

"Mm, I see. Well…I know he told me that he had a half brother back when him and I were in that situation-ship…"

"Situation-ship?" Drew mimicked, interrupting me with a cocked eyebrow. 

"Yea. Like, we weren’t in a relationship. We had a situation so the shit was a situation-ship." 

"Your forever making up words ass." Drew stated matter-of-factly. "Was it still a situation when he was balls deep inside of you too?" 

"Oh shit!" Blair blurted out before they all started cackling. I on the other hand, just allowed my jaw to drop. 

"Ruthless Rew strikes again!" Avery exclaimed over KC and Blair’s boisterous laughter. 

"Are those tears?" Blair questioned, still laughing. 

"Yea, man…" KC brought her hand up to her face, wiping the tears that were making their way down her cheeks away. "Y’all making my stomach hurt from laughing so damn much. Stop it." 

"I don’t even….Like why would you…" A rooted sigh found it’s way out of my mouth and into the atmosphere as I covered my face with my hands. 

"I was just asking but carry on." I peeked through my fingers to look at a now smiling Drew then dropped my hands into my lap. 

"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted.." I started, looking over at Drew and clearing my throat. "I didn’t get the chance to meet him and Trey only showed me one picture of them together but it was a childhood photo."

It never really dawned on me how I didn’t know anything about Terrence before all of this other than the fact that he was a few years younger than Trey and that Sevyn was his daughter.  

I was aware that Trey had a brother and I knew his name but there are several Terrence’s in the World. I didn’t think anything of it when I met him once his daughter got placed in my class. Not to mention, they have different last names as well.

"Have you ever wondered why you didn’t get to meet him?" Blair inquired as KC and Drew both delve into their phones at the same time, one getting on twitter and the other getting on snapchat.  

"I’ve wondered about that quite a few times in the past actually." 

"Are you wondering that right now?" Avery quizzed, swinging her legs up and resting them on top of Drew’s as I lightly shrugged.  

"Not really. I mean, Terrence said that he was overseas back when Trey and I were doing our thing. So I guess that’s the reason why." 

"Overseas doing what though? He’s in the Military too or something?" 

"I didn’t ask him all of that, B. He was talking to Trey when he mentioned that overseas stuff anyway. Not me." 

"Aren’t you babysitting Sevyn on Sunday?" KC chimed in, with her eyes still glued to her twitter timeline.

"Yes, I am." I replied. 

"Then that’ll be your time to ask him all of that." 

"I second that motion. I mean come on. You have to be at least a bit curious about why you barely know a thing about your first love’s brother." KC pushed the lock button on her phone and tossed it on the couch, looking in my direction as she did so. 

"It seems to me like you all care more about that than I do so I tell you what…" I started as the sound of my doorbell echoed throughout the house. "Yall can talk to him about that yourselves." I finished, removing the blanket off of me and getting up to head towards the front door. 

The doorbell rang again as stood on my tip-toes, attempting to look through the peephole. Smiling at the sight of who was on the other side of the door, I quickly unlocked it and swung the door open. 

"Hey chocolate drop. What are you doing here?" I quizzed, looking up at Omarion as he chuckled. 

"How you just gone take my nickname for you though?" He inquired, leaning against the doorframe.

"Because I can do shit like that, O." Chuckling lightly, I leaned forward to give him a quick one-armed hug before stepping back and looking at him. "Still didn’t answer my question though. What are you doing here?" 

"I just took a chance at stopping by, hoping all of y’all were here because I brought something for y’all…" He started, standing up straight. "Mind if I come in?"

"Your polite ass. As many times as you’ve been here to visit B, now you want to ask?" I giggled, moving to the side to let him in. "What are you dropping off?" Closing the door behind us as he made his way in, he looked over and down at me and shrugged. 

"I’ll tell you after I surprise Blair. Where is she?"

He always wanted to surprise Blair with his presence and I swear she was surprised every time. Call me crazy but I would be here for the ship of B and O. I honestly don’t know whom Blair was trying to fool but their chemistry was evident. I understand they’ve been best friends for a long time but just like Trey was Blair’s favorite, Omarion was mine. 

"She’s in the living room watching her favorite movie."

"Poetic Justice?" He inquired before smiling a bit.

"You know it. But come on, we’ll walk through the kitchen so you can surprise her." I headed towards the kitchen with O in tow, watching as he snuck up behind her once we made it into the living room. He took his hands and covered her eyes with them, causing her to flinch. 

"Who the fuck? Tristan, is this you?" I didn’t know whether to be offended or not by her assumptions because Omarion’s hands are big as fuck — mine aren’t. 

"Nah, I’m in the kitchen." 

"Then who the hell…." She brought her hands up to his, feeling on them before trailing hers up his arm. She then brought her hands up to his face, feeling around on the features on it.

"O!" She bellowed through a hefty smile. He removed his hands from her eyes and started laughing as she pounced up and over the couch, landing directly in his arms. 

Blair

"Why do you keep doing this to me?" I squealed, still in his arms as he walked us over to the kitchen and sat me on the counter by the stove.

"Doing what, Goldie?”

"Popping up out of nowhere." I looked at O and brought my hand up to his face, attempting to remove a piece of lint that was stuck to his eyelash. "Stop blinking, Omar." I giggled at his obvious struggle to stop blinking but I still managed to get the shit that was stuck to his eyelash off. 

 ”You acting like you don’t love when I do this shit.” 

"I don’t though." I tried playing it cool and keeping a straight face but that didn’t work. I ended up laughing and covering my mouth as I did so. 

"Mm. That’s what I thought." He retorted, moving my hands from my mouth. "And what I tell you about hiding your smile, B?" 

"I don’t remember. Go ahead and remind me." I smirked at my smart-ass remark. He stared at me for a moment, causing me to look off to the side and allowing a slight sigh to find its way out of my nostrils. 

"I told you not to hide that shit." I smiled again, this time leaving my hands in my lap. 

"Better?" He nodded and looked towards the living room. I followed suit and looked as well and that’s when all of my girls snapped their heads back towards the television. "Y’all get on my nerves! Nosey asses." I laughed and shook my head. "What are you doing here though, O?" I quizzed, looking back into his cocoa colored orbs. 

"I’ll tell you after you give me some M&M’s." I jerked my head back and held my hand to my chest. 

"Huh?" I quizzed as he chuckled deeply.

"You fat as fuck shorty." He poked at my stomach a couple of times before I slapped his hand away. 

"Says the one asking me for some candy and stopppp, that tickles." He went to poke me again but I held onto his hand tight to refrain him from doing so. "How do you know I have some left anyway?" 

"Because I know you do. Now let me borrow some." 

"Nigga….borrow?” I mocked. “How the hell does one borrow some candy?” 

"The way ima borrow some from you."

"Ima keep letting you think that." I let his hand go before he ended up letting that same hand rest on my thigh. I glanced down at his hand then started to bite on the inside of my cheek. 

"Nah. That’s something you’re gonna keep letting me know." I glanced back up and was met with his stare. I don’t know why and I don’t know how, but I ended up jumping down off of the counter and walking into my room to retrieve a bag of M&M’s from my stash. 

Walking back into the kitchen, I noticed O was leaning against the counter with a smirk on his face.

"You get on my nerves too." I spat in a playful manner once I made my way back over to him, handing him the bag of M&M’s.

"You lying to me now, B? That’s how we’re doing shit now?" He chuckled as I pushed him, watching as he fell back a bit before I giggled and made my way over to the fridge.

"No lies here. Only truths."

"Yea, ight." He retorted before I heard him open up the bag and popping a few M&M’s in his mouth. "Come here though…" 

I looked back at him and furrowed my eyebrows a bit. “O, I’m hungry.”

"I ain’t ask you all of that. Come here, B." I sighed and closed the doors to the fridge. Turning on my heels, I walked back over to where he was standing and jumped up on the counter as he continued leaning against it. 

"I’m here." He took an M&M out of the bag and held it up to my plump lips. I took the M&M into my mouth as he licked over his lips and went back to eating the M&M’s himself. "Now tell me why you’re here. I swear I thought you were going to be busy today.” 

"I was. I’ve been busy all week — having back to back meetings with Ross." 

"Annnnnd?" I maneuvered my hand in a circular motion, indicating that I wanted him to continue. 

"He told me that he finally has all of the information that he needs from me and that there’s going to be one final meeting. The final meeting is supposed to be sometime soon and that’s when he’s going to let me know if I’m signed to Maybach or not." 

"O, you know you got this in the bag right?" 

"I hope I do shorty. I’ve been writing my ass off and getting these songs ready for an album. If he tells me I’m signed, I’ll be set to start recording — and since I already have songs written out, the album shouldn’t take that long to drop. He’s already heard most of my shit too."

"Yasss, Omar. I’m so excited for you! Like, your vocals are on point best friend. Anyone would be lucky as hell to have you be apart of their label so I’m not doubting you on this one at all." He stood up straight, closing the M&M bag and setting it off to the side. 

"Thank you, B. I appreciate that, real talk. I don’t want anyone else knowing about this album shit until it’s final though. I know I told you it’s coming out but that’s only if I get signed."

I coughed at his statement, remembering that I already told Tristan that he has a new album coming out. I wasn’t aware that the shit wasn’t final yet. 

"Uh…alright O. I won’t tell anyone but we both know you’re going to get signed." 

"Love how you’re always staying positive for me, B." He reached up and pushed a few of my curls that were dangling in my face back and slowly outlined my jawline with his index finger.

"That’s what I’m here for, big head." I smiled, staring at him before I of course, turned away first. "Just uhm…" I started, before he placed his fingertips underneath my chin and turned my head softly towards him, so he could look me in my eyes. "Make sure you let me know how your meeting goes, alright?" 

"Of course, Goldie. You’ll be the first person I let know." He retorted, as I lightly nodded my head.

"Are you going to let me know why you’re here now though?" 

"Oh..yea." He dug into his pockets and pulled out what appeared to be tickets of some sort. "KC…" He called out as KC turned around and peeked over the couch, looking at O. 

"Yes sirrrr?" 

"Your birthday is tomorrow right?"

"Yes. Why what’s up?" She queried, sitting up on her knees and leaning over the couch. 

"I don’t know if you had anything planned tonight but I got you some VIP passes to Tryst Nightclub in the Wynn tonight. I couldn’t get them for tomorrow night, my apologies but if y’all wanna go tonight…” He walked over to KC and handed her the passes. “Y’all got free entry.” She reached out, taking the passes from O but she didn’t seem too excited. 

"I won’t be twenty-one until tomorrow though. They’re not going to let me in."

"Don’t worry about that, I handled that. Just show up and tell them y’all with us if you show up." 

"Us?" She quizzed.

"Yea. Me and my boys."

"Oh okay. Well do y’all wanna go turn up tonight?"

"Hell yea I wanna turn up!" Drew blurted out.

"You already know I want to boo." Tristan stated through a smile. 

"Well alright. Looks like we’ll be getting lit tonight. Thank you, O." KC stood up on the couch to give O a hug.

"Uh-uhhh…That’s what you’re not going to do, Kyle." Tris leaned over and smacked the shit out of KC’s ass. "Stop standing on my couch!" 

"Fuck, Tris." KC let go of Omarion and went to grab her ass before sitting back down on the couch. "That shit hurt." She pouted. 

"Sounds like a personal problem to me…"

"Y’all a trip.." Omarion laughed and shook his head. "You’re welcome though, Kyle. Oh and I got you a VIP section with unlimited bottle service too. Don’t say I never gave you anything." He chuckled while sliding his hands into the pockets of his red Nike hoodie. 

"Ahh shit. Turn up. Turn up. Turn up." I repeated while finessing on the counter as Omarion walked back over to me. 

"So I guess you’re excited?" He inquired through a laugh, causing my dancing to cease. 

"Hell yea. Tryst Thursdays are always live. But ohhhh wait a minute…" I started before glancing back over at Kyle. "KC." I called out. 

"Yes ma’am?" 

"Mind if my cousins come with us?"

"You know I don’t mind. But uh…hang on." She turned around, grabbing the passes off of the table before starting to count them. "Just had to make sure we had enough passes and we do."

"Alright. Thanks boo." I replied, looking back at Omarion. 

"Which cousins? You know you have a shit load of em, ma." He chuckled as I nodded my head in agreement.

"Haiden and Tyler. They flew out here to surprise me."

"Ah shit. Fatasses two and three." I sucked my teeth and mushed him in his head before he laughed. "Do me a favor though…."

"Depends on what it is." I retorted. 

"Wear that lil outfit that I like seeing you in tonight." 

The music automatically got me hype as soon as we stepped foot inside of  Tryst. It was packed, as usual, but tonight seemed different — in a good way.

The DJ that they had tonight was DJ Chose from Houston and he was clearly doing his thing. Not only that but tonight brought all of the cuties out that’s been in hiding ever since I moved here to Las Vegas too. 

Granted, I’m not looking for anything but a little eye candy never hurt anyone. 

All eyes were on my girls and I as we made our way down the walkway and onto the dance floor. Well, at least I thought they were on my entire crew. Once I turned around, I noticed that the only ones that were with me still, were my cousins and Kyle.

Tristan, Avery and Drew must’ve wandered off to God knows where but that was okay — just as long as they were in Kyle’s VIP section later to start popping bottles.

We weaved in and out of people, accidently bumping into a few individuals as we made our way around the dance floor. I’m not too sure what Haiden, Tyler and Kyle were looking for but I was looking for a possible candidate to dance with.

I turned around and noticed they were actually breaking their necks, doing the same thing. If there was one thing that I was assure of, was that everyone in my circle could break a guy off on the dance floor. We stayed leaving niggas with a hard on and never felt bad about it either.

As soon as Chose dropped the next track, I instantly got excited and so did my cousins and Kyle. “This - is - my - jam.” I stated, mimicking New-New from “ATL.” Migos has the ability to bring out my inner ratchet and I think that was their goal with their song “Pop It.”

Every single time I hear this song, I start acting an ass. 

I walked over to KC before turning around and dancing on her. “The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies!” I rapped along, bending over to twerk on Kyle as she danced with me.

"Pop that, pop that, pop that, pop that booty. Pop it nasty!" Tyler and Haiden joined in, rapping along with the song with me as Kyle laughed, doing her thing behind me. 

Glancing up after moments of breaking KC off, I spotted a random guy trying to pass by me but my head was in the way so he couldn’t get through. I leaned up and backed into Kyle, giving him room to pass but he walked forward and stopped right in front of me instead. My song was still on so I smirked and grabbed his hand, allowing him switch places with Kyle behind me. 

He may have been random but his face was absolutely gorgeous; and let’s not even get me started on the curls atop of his head.

I positioned myself right in front of him before arching over and twerking it hard for him. I looked to my left and spotted Tyler and Haiden doing the same thing — then glanced back in front of me and took notice in Kyle grabbing herself a cutie that was trying to pass by before throwing that ass in a circle for him. 

Dj Chose started to mix in another track during “Pop That” and I could already tell what song it was. Rich Gang is known to have some pretty legit songs as well and “Tell Em Lies" just so happened to be my jam too.  

"Ima pull up eat on that pussy and dip." I rapped along to the song again, slowing up my grinds on the guy behind me just a bit. "Ima keep one inside the chamber like Wilt." I continued, clearly feeling the music and myself as well. 

"She just want me to keep the lies all to myselffff." My cousin Haiden joined in singing the song before bending all the way over to grab her ankles, allowing just her ass to shake on the guy that she was dancing with. 

She was definitely feeling the liquor that we had at the pre-game. I think we all were actually. All I could do was giggle to myself at the guy’s face because I could tell he wasn’t ready for all of that ass being thrown on him.

The guy that Tyler was dancing on was hanging in there though, which made me proud. A guy that had rhythm and could dance always won points with us. 

A little after the first verse of the song, the guy that I was dancing on started slowing up his speed a little; which indicated to me that he was getting a little weary. 

"You okay back there?" I asked over my shoulder before pushing up against him hard and letting nothing but my ass vibrate on his rock hard shaft as the chorus to the song dropped again.

His hands traveled up my back and back down to my ass before giving it an acute squeeze. 

"I’m tired as hell girl. You got my ass back here sweating and shit." I smirked and continued grinding on him. He’s tired, sweating uncontrollably and he’s hard as fuck; I didn’t see anything wrong with that combination.

He caught me off guard when he completely stopped dancing though. He placed his hands on my hips and slowly moved me to the side so that he could stand up straight. He gave me a weak ass smile then walked off towards the bar.

I just stood there for a moment, baffled at what just took place.

No this nigga did not just leave me hanging like that. If it was one thing I couldn’t stand, it was a guy who couldn’t handle dancing with me. If he couldn’t handle doing that with me, then that just confirms that his ass definitely couldn’t handle doing some other shit with me in the long run.

"Lame ass fuck boy." I murmured under my breath before taking a couple steps back so I could hold the wall up. My cousins and Kyle were still next to me in their own zones, giving guys a sample of what they’d never get. All three guys were damn near drooling over their asses the entire time and gripping their hips, all while sweat beads dripped down their faces.

They were all tired but they were definitely trying to hang with the girls until the song faded into another one. They were giving these guys a run for their money though. 

I giggled to myself lightly and started scanning the club, trying to see who my next candidate to dance with could be and that’s when my eyes landed on my best friend and her. 

I stood there puzzled for a moment, wondering where she came from. I have not seen this girl since the last time I beat her ass and spotting those two conversing with one another in this club, made me want to relapse and beat her ass again. 

Logan and Omarion first started dating three years ago. I was completely here for their relationship at first because she made my best friend happy. His happiness is all that I care about and she handled that.

Logan was the first woman Omarion has ever loved and took serious. He gave her time, attention and loyalty, which are the top three things any woman could ask for. 

O talked about her to all of us all of the time when they dated. He couldn’t wait to let us in on his feelings for Logan. It even came to the point where he was thinking about taking the next step and proposing to this girl.

At the time, because of his happiness, I was here for it; but once things started to change within their relationship, so did my perspective on her.

Logan may seem sweet externally and whatnot but the girl has serious problems on the inside. I’m not even going to lie, she fooled the fuck out of me….shit, all of us actually. 

She was aware of my position in Omarion’s life and how long I’ve been in it. So once her jealous tendencies started to reveal themselves, I got confused. She slowly started to question him about us and O would always remind her that I was nothing more than his best friend and that she has nothing to worry about — which she didn’t. 

Omarion reassuring Logan never stopped her from asking. Her off suspicions and jealousy started to become more apparent and her personality did an entire three-sixty. She started accusing him of cheating on her with me and several other women when he was nothing but faithful to her. 

It came down to the point where she tried forcing him to stop talking to me and she even went as far as to put a tracking device on his car and on his phone without him knowing about it. 

The bitch is crazy, bi-polar and after she started changing for the worse, I started to despise the thot. My fingers stayed itching to beat her ass after I found out she wanted him to drop me as a best friend all because of her insecurities. 

She started to become controlling as time went on though and that’s when O finally broke up with her. That break up clearly didn’t mean shit because he took her back after her sorry ass apology. 

Shortly after they got back together, everything was cool until she started to put her hands on him. He let it slide the first couple of times but he hemmed her ass up after a while to remind her who she was dealing with. 

O was raised not to put his hands on a woman, so he handled that situation to the best of his ability, still making sure to get his point across. That didn’t stop her though — she soon started to pull knives out, threatening to kill him. She tried suffocating him in his sleep, throwing pots and pans at him, slashing his tires — all because she still thought he was cheating on her and playing her. 

The funny thing about that is, every woman that ever tried to talk to him while they were together, he turned them down because he was so in love with Logan. She was his first love and he showed that time and time again. He went the distance for her, only to have it backfire and not be enough for her.

They ended up breaking up again and she started to lightweight stalk him after that. Every time he told me about the shit going down in their relationship, I’d always get pissed. I told him if she ever crossed my path, I was going to beat her ass. He thought I was playing but I wasn’t. I protect those I care about and I cared about him — still do, so I always have back door.

He’s not able to put the paws on them but I can. 

A little after their break up, I caught her slipping in the Meadows Mall. She was with a group of guys and I just so happened to be by myself. I walked up to her and stopped in front of her. I asked her if we had a problem and the bitch attempted to get smart. She even went as far as trying to demand me to stay away from Omarion. I didn’t understand her point in that because they weren’t even together so I shrugged that shit off. 

I stepped closer to her and asked her if we had a problem again because she never really answered my question the first time. She ended up trying to brush past me but in doing so, she bumped the fuck out of me causing me to stumble back a bit. 

I politely reached back and grabbed her by her neck, swinging her down onto the ground and giving her a proper ass whooping right there in the food court. Left her with a broken nose and everything. The guys that were with her didn’t even help. They just stood there and watched the shit go down — one of them even recorded it while yelling “Worldstar” the entire time.

Omarion was pissed but I didn’t give a fuck. I was looking out for my best friend. I don’t let anyone come into his life and hurt him the way that she did and just expect to get away with it. He loved Logan so damn much and for her to just snap like that because she thought he was cheating and shit was unnecessary. O is such a great guy and any woman would be lucky as hell to have him in their life but she was too blind and insecure to see that.

That wasn’t the only time her and I fought either. We fought again after her nose healed and that’s when she tried to run up behind me. I thought she would have learned from the first fight but she didn’t, so I had to make sure she did that time. 

They started talking again while he was on tour — why? I really don’t know but that was short lived. Shocking, right?

I was just glad to hear that he’s washed his hands of her for good but now they’re standing in this club, conversing and smiling in each other’s faces as if nothing ever happened. She’s an ex for a reason so I was just hoping she didn’t try to maneuver her way back into his life.

I guess he felt me staring at him because he turned to look at me just as my final thoughts concluded.

He winked at me then moved his pointer finger in a “come here” motion before licking over his lips. I left my cousins and Kyle and walked over to where he was standing. Once I made my way over to him, I stood directly in front of him, as Logan stood next to him. I heard her suck her teeth then mumble some shit under her breath. 

I glanced at her and started at her for a moment before speaking. 

"Do we have a problem?" I quizzed audibly as Chose dropped DeJ Loaf’s "Try Me.” 

"Nope…" She retorted with a smile on her face. "But I hear you have a problem with bars. Try to stay away from those bottles and glasses next time." She spat before I jerked my head back slightly. 

"How the fuck —-." 

"Omar…" She interrupted me, looking up at Omarion and leaning closer to him. "I’m about to head back over to my VIP booth. It was nice seeing you again hun." She said before rolling her eyes at me and walking off.

I swear I could not stand her and I already knew the feeling was mutual. I just wanted to know why O was talking to her like nothing negative ever happened between the two of them though. I also needed to know how she knew about that bar incident.

I had to be sure to ask him that later because tonight was not the proper place nor the time to do so.

"So I see ol’ boy couldn’t keep up with you over there." He stated with a smirk on his face, snapping me out of my intuitions.

Omarion knew that I liked to dance. I didn’t take it too serious like Avery did though since that’s her major, but him and I used to dance together all the time.

For shits and giggles.

He was pretty much the only guy who could keep up with me in that aspect and he always thought it was funny when the next guy couldn’t . ”So I see your ass was watching me.” I replied while poking him softly in his nose. 

"Maybe." He shrugged and sat his drink down on the wall behind him. He returned his attention back to me and grabbed me by my waist, pulling me in closer to him. "You look good tonight shorty. See you wore the outfit after all.” He finished, referring to the hard time I gave him after he damn near demanded me to wear what he wanted me to tonight.

"Yea,yea, yea. Only because you fixed me something to eat." I laughed and covered my face, forgetting for a split second that he hated when I did so. 

"Mhm" He turned me around and bent me over swiftly. He began slow grinding on me — matching every stroke to the beat of his song “Paradise" perfectly that was blasting through the speakers in the club.

Now this is that shit I like. 

He slid his right hand up to my shoulder and placed the other in the middle of my back. He pressed down hard causing me to deepen my arch. He returned his left hand to my hips and continued to grind his hips and thrust his shaft into the crevice of my ass. 

After thrusting and rolling his hips into me for a few more moments, he then spun me around and kneeled down a bit. He placed his arms in between my legs and picked me up slowly. With his arms still underneath my thighs, he placed both of his hands on my back for secure purposes and began bouncing me up and down to the beat of “Is That Pussy Mine" by Dj Chose himself. 

At this point, I was so glad I chose to wear some spandex shorts underneath this skirt of mine. 

With every thrust that he made, I swear the entire population of Tryst had their eyes on us — including Logan. Since that bitch wanted a show, I was gladly about to give her ass one.

I lifted my right leg straight in the air; letting my past gymnastics classes work their magic and watched as his eyes traveled up my leg slowly. I then brought my leg down and placed it on the ground while my left leg was still bent in his right arm. I removed my other leg from his tight grasp, turned around and pushed him against the wall with slight force and told him not to move after adjusting my skirt. 

It wasn’t long before my ass was slowly rotating around on his dick. I felt him growing larger by the second and smirked to myself.

He placed his hands on my ass and started to caress it. I guess he couldn’t take not moving any more because he pulled me up by hair lightly and wrapped his arms around me as I smiled.

"B…" He started, pushing his face into my hair so I could hear him. "Mm. Never mind shorty." Turning around to face him, a confused look started to appear on my face.

"What’s wrong, O?" He shook his head and looked off to the side. Looking back at me, he flicked underneath my chin with his pointer finger and licked over his lips. 

"Nothing. I’m straight ma." 

I knew for a fact Omarion was telling lies. Something was on his mind but I wasn’t going to push the issue. 

"I’m going to go back over to my cousins and Kyle, okay?" Nodding his head, he looked me up and down before smirking a bit. 

"Bet Goldie. Ima see yall in our VIP section in a minute."

Kyle (KC)

"What the hell that, ma’am?" I asked Blair as she stopped walking and stood in the middle of her cousins and I. She didn’t answer. Instead, all she did was bob her head along to Trina’s "Look Back at Me." I jolted her lightly and gawked at her for a moment before calling out her name. "B.."

"Huh?" She turned to look at me.

"What the hell was that over there?" I pointed over in Omarion’s direction as she looked across the way at her best friend. 

"What was what?" She queried through a smile, looking back at me. 

"Blair, stop playing with my emotions. You and your best friend were practically over there dry humping. I’ve seen you guys dance before and what just took place on the other side of this club, was nothing like that." 

She bit down on her bottom lip and started nodding her head to the music again. “I can spin around and keep the dick still inside.” She rapped along with Trina vilifying through the speakers. I sighed then chuckled at her obvious intentions of ignoring me.

"Blair. I wanna know what that was too." Haiden chimed in.

"So do I. Like, is he about to be part of the fam cousin? Or nah?" Tyler quizzed. 

"Or nah…"

"You know you don’t have to tell me lies."

"Why does everyone think I’m lying today?" Blair chuckled. "I’m not lying to you. 

"If you say so." I watched as Blair shifted all of her weight from one hip to the other.

"We were just dancing. You know, kind of what yall and yall boy toys were doing before I left from over here."

"That was different though, B." I replied. 

"How was that different? You guys were pretty much doing the same exact shit that O and I were doing."

"Negative. Quentin didn’t pick my ass up and fuck me in the air." I watched as her lips formed the letter "O," which I thought was ironic and hilarious. 

"But wait…you know his name?" She probed, squinting her eyes.

"Yes girl, I had to get all of his information — name and number. He was too good of a dancer for me to let him slip away. Not to mention that face….girl, that face. Let me tell you."

"He was kinda cute.” Tyler concurred. 

"Kinda?" I mocked. "Do I need to go find him again so you can get a better look at him?"

"No, KC. There’s no need for that." She giggled. "You know kinda is my word. Q was fine."

"Now that’s better. I couldn’t let Quentin walk away without me getting his shit." I laughed before high-fiving Haiden, as she laughed along with me. 

"See, you’re worse than me. Your ass got his government and shit within ten minutes of meeting him. Don’t come for me KC." She snickered and turned her head to look across the club.

I watched as Omarion nodded his head and winked at Blair. She licked over her lips then turned her head back around and looked at me. All I could do was shake my head.

"What KC? Damn!" I started laughing as she joined in with me.

"Nothing at all Blair…" I commenced. She knew exactly why I was shaking my head but I just left it at that. Right as I went to open my mouth to speak again, I felt a pair of hands grab hold of my arm. 

"Happy birthday bitchhhhhh!" Avery bellowed out as Tristan and Drew walked around me. 

"Happy birthday baby girl!" Drew yelled out next before everyone else shouted out one big ass "happy birthday" in unison — and it wasn’t long before I heard Dj Chose’s voice booming through every single speaker in this club next.

"Yo. I just wanna give a shout out to my girl Kyle. It’s her mothafuckin birthday! Happy birthday shawty! It’s yo day! Live it up ma." 

The large smile on my face couldn’t amount to my level of true exhilaration and happiness right now. “Thank you guys!” I yelled out through my smile. I can’t believe I wasn’t excited for my twenty-first birthday. I’m honestly enjoying myself right now and I thank not only my girls for that but I thank O as well.

Without him, we would probably be at Tristan’s house watching something on Netflix.

My crew formed a circle around me as Chose dropped Beat King’s “Stand Behind Her.” I’m not going to lie, this is one of my favorite songs so I got live as hell once I heard the intro to this song. 

"Who in the hell got that ass? Who finna pop that fuckin’ pussy for this cash?" I rapped along with Beatking with my arms in the air.

"Who single and ain’t got a man?" Drew started stipper walking over to me before standing behind me and slapping my ass. 

"If you got some good pussy, bitch clap ya hands." 

"Ima stand behind her. Ima stand behind her. Ima stand behind her." Drew continued rapping as I bent over and started twerking on her.

This is what had dudes mad at us every time we went out. The fact that my girls and I would stay dancing with each other more than we did with them. Granted, we would dance on guys but we stayed dancing on each other more. Like now for instance — I was dancing on Drew, Tris was dancing on Blair and Avery was in the middle of Haiden and Tyler. This was just our thing.

As the DJ faded into the next song, we all brought our dancing to a halt and turned to face each other. “Tell me I didn’t break that ass off, Rew.” 

"Girl, bye. You didn’t do shit." She retorted, causing us all to burst out into a fit of giggles. 

"Lying ass. It’s alright, we both know the truth." She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes playfully.

"Nah. Ima need you to takes some lessons from Avery or B." She glanced over at Blair. "I peeped how you were working your best friend over there in the corner."

"Stoooopppppp." Blair drawled out, nudging Drew playfully. 

"Hey…" She started, holding her hands up in the air. "I’m just saying; and I’m just messing with you KC. You know how to work those hips boo." She laughed and switched her clutch from one hand to the other. 

"Tell me something  I don’t know." I stuck my tongue out a bit, biting on it while patting my hips to the beat of the current song that was playing. "But listen. I’m about to go to the ladies room then stop by the bar to grab a drink since I can get one now." I raised my hand in the air before swinging it around in a circle with a smile on my face, showing my excitement of finally being legal. "You guys can head to our VIP section now. I’ll be in there in a bit." 

"Okay, Ms. Legal Tender. Don’t get fucked up at the bar." Tristan stated. 

"I won’t. I won’t." I smiled and turned on my heels to start heading towards the ladies room. 

"Can I get a Blue Hawaiian please?" I politely asked the male bartender before pulling both my I.D and American Express card out of my clutch.

"Can I see your I.D?" The bartender inquired as I handed it to him proudly.

"Well happy birthday." He stated. "Would you like to start a tab?" The bartender quizzed, handing me my I.D back. 

"Thank you." I replied through a hefty smile. And no thank you." I shook my head and extended my arm out, getting ready to pay for my drink but the touch of someone’s hand on my arm stopped me. I hastily jerked my arm back and snapped my head towards the individual to my left, sighing once I noticed whom it was. 

"You can let my arm go now." I snapped, eyeing his hand until he released his grip from around my arm. 

"My bad ma. I just don’t want ya payin’ fa ya own drink." August replied while pulling out his black card and handing it to the bartender. I squinted my eyes and tilted my head a little to the left. 

"Aug, I could have bought my own drink and you know that."

"Indeed I do — but see tha thing about that is ya shouldn’t have ta pay fa own shit, especially when I’m sittin’ right hea."

"Well thank you but just know I could have gotten it." He smirked and looked over my body. He returned his eyes back to mine and just stared at me. I could tell he had a lot to say but he probably didn’t know where to start.

"Hey, Trey day." I said while breaking eye contact with August and looking over at Trey. He unglued his eyes from his phone and nodded his head at me. 

"Wassup, KC?" 

"Nothing much. Just enjoying my birthday celebration." 

"As you should." He smiled and leaned in to give me a hug. "Happy birthday, ma." I wrapped my arms around his shoulders to return the gesture and let him go after doing so. 

"Thank you." He responded with a "You’re welcome" and returned his attention back to his phone. 

"Babeh girl.." I heard August call out before I turned around to look him in his eyes.

Hearing him call me that brought back way too many memories that I wasn’t ready to relive right now. I glanced down to the ground but it wasn’t long before August placed his index and middle fingers underneath my chin to lift my head up, causing me to look him in the eyes. 

"Happeh birthday beautiful." I stared at him for a moment, admiring the man who once gave me the World. His skin was still as smooth as it was back when him and I met — his lips still as plump — and his eyes, my goodness his eyes. They still held so many stories and so many feelings that I knew for a fact were still there for me. 

At this point, I was wondering if he could tell the same thing about mine.

"Thank you, Auggie." I was still in a trance…a trance so deep that my voice came out quiet and soft-like. I cleared my throat and slightly shook my head as bartender walked back over to us before handing August his card and handing me my drink. Thanking the bartender, I held the drink up to my lips and began taking enlarged gulps of it. 

Clearly, I needed this drink more than I thought I did.

The bartender walked over to the Vodka and Patron bottles and poured four shots of each then walked back over to August and Trey, handing the shots to them. 

August threw all four of his shots of Vodka back within seconds like a pro and Trey followed suit with his Patron shots. These niggas were definitely on Blair’s level when it came to drinking. 

"What have ya been up to though Kyle?" August inquired, pushing his shot glasses towards the bartender.

"Nothing really, just working. How about you?"

"Same shit, different day. Maybe if ya were apart of my days again, then It’d be some different shit."

"Aug, we’ve already been down this road. You know——."

"Ya don’t do relationships…it’s complicated…work comes first; I know Kyle." He said dryly.

It’s not that I don’t do relationships; it’s just the fact that a relationship would complicate a lot of things. I feel that in this exact point in my life, a relationship wouldn’t do me any justice.

August and I go way back. We met through Trey and I started feeling him off the back. Our vibe was apparent and I swear his accent always did some things to me.

Feelings were mutual with us but when I started working in a new field, it prohibited us from ever dating. I explained to him that relationships weren’t for me but seeing him again after all of this time is making me want to take back what I said.

"I wasn’t even going to say that."

"Then what were ya going ta say then Kyle?" 

"…Don’t even worry about it." I glanced down and started stirring my drink around with the straw that I wasn’t using. "Is Chris here?" I questioned. 

"Nah…" Trey retorted. "He had to go handle some shit tonight. He told me to tell you happy birthday though." 

"Tell him I said thank you." I went to chug the rest of my drink before sitting my now empty glass down on the bar top. I pulled my phone out from my clutch and unlocked, tapping the twitter icon to get ready to post a tweet. 

@KrownMe_Kyle: Birthday drinks aren’t doing me any justice right now…Think I may need a few more. 

After sending my tweet off, I locked my phone and threw it back inside of my clutch. 

"Ya need ta pull that phone back out." August stated, glancing up at me before pulling me closer to him so that I was positioned in between his legs. 

"Why?"

"Because I know ya deleted my number. So pull it out and give it ta me." 

"You don’t know shit." I retorted before pulling my phone out.

"Then why did ya just pull it out?" He smirked before snatching the phone out of my hand.

He unlocked it and pulled up the keypad before entering his number. Once he clicked the save button he handed my phone back to me. I looked down at the screen on my phone and noticed that he saved his name as “Aug Misses Ya”. 

I bit down on my bottom lip and allowed my eyes to travel from my phone, up to his eyes. 

"…Uhm.." I honestly didn’t know what to say. Well I knew what I wanted to say but I didn’t know if I should say it, so I just switched topics. 

"Are you guys coming into my VIP section?" I quizzed, as I noticed Omarion approaching us out of my peripheral.

"Of course, KC. We gotta bring in your twenty-first the right way." Trey replied before tipping the bartender and standing up off the barstool.

"You mean get her fucked up?" O chimed in as he made his way over to us.

"Yea…that." Trey chuckled as I shook my head. "And don’t trip. You got Aug here to take care of you." I looked at him and noticed a smirk being etched across his face. 

I leaned over and pushed his shoulder before he busted out laughing. “I’m not about to get fucked up. My liquor tolerance is high, thank you very much.” I replied. 

"High to who? KC…you’re a lightweight. I don’t know why you’re sitting here lying."

"You don’t know my life. I can handle my liquor!" I yelled playfully through my smile.

"Ya need ta stop lyin’ ta yaself, ma." August glanced at me with low eyes — those same low eyes that used to do wonders to me and my center years ago. 

Clearing my throat and removing myself from the middle of Aug’s legs, I quickly changed the subject and ran my fingers through my curls.

"S-so I think we should head to the VIP section now." As I concluded my sentence, I heard a few chuckles escape Aug’s mouth as he nodded his head.

"Ight, KC. Let’s go." He retorted before leading the way.