Odell and Kenya have been best friends throughout college. As graduation approaches and both their lives are set to change, they evaluate whether they should be more than friends.
I facetimed Jussie. He didn't pick. Instead, he called me back. Wherever he was it was loud in the background.
"So I FaceTime you, you don't pick up, but instead you call me back?"
"I'm at dinner with a few my med school colleagues, I didn't want to be rude."
I stared at the phone a good minute. Is he serious?
"Brandon." I heard him say.
I just hung up. I talk a lot of shit, but one thing I am through and through is loyal. To my supposed Bestfriend and to my man.
If I was in China and Kenya or Jussie called me saying they needed help, I would be on the first flight, out. That's me. I do shit, and I don't do it for praise. Or ask for anything in return. I do it because I genuinely love them and the only thing I ask is please at least show me a minuscule amount of respect and make a little bit of time.
My anger towards Kenya was the fact that she asked me to come out here with her and Odell. She asked me! And because I love her and support her, I came out here. Jussie and I were supposed to go to Hawaii for our anniversary. I cancelled that to support my friend.
This is our last night here, mind you this is my anniversary with Jussie, and my Bestfriend says- "oh forget you, I'm going to spend it with my man."
And on top of that, my man hasn't called all day to at least say happy anniversary and now he's too busy to talk?
I looked at my tear stain eyes in the vanity mirror. "Why are you crying Brandon?"
Because you give people everything and they completely take you for granted.
You know what, I'm just starting to give zero fucks. I'm going to go out and have fun by my damn self. Oh no bitch, we don't cry over flaw niggas. I was going to find a British club, and dance my heart out.
I blasted Beyoncé's Sorry, and got ready, in my stunt on these British and American hoes outfit. Yeah, bitch you see it. 💪🏿
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I heard a knock on my door. I turned the music down and went to the door.
"Mr. Brandon there is a package for you." He handed me what looked to be like some clothes.
I undid the garment bag and it was a grey Calvin Klein suit.
"Who sent this?" I asked.
"No idea sir."
"Well if it's an apology present they can keep it." I threw it on the bed.
