Every Kind Of Way.

friend in me.

"Okay, can I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"Who is Zac to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean who is he to you. Like is he your friend, more than a friend or what? I know we're doing us, or whatever we're doing, but if you're doing whatever you're doing with him-"

"Are you insinuating that i'm fucking with him? Because i'm not"

"I was just asking because I saw the picture on instagram and the headlines-"

"You of all people should know not to believe everything on the internet."

"I'm just asking, will you relax? I don't want there to be a problem, I just want to know where I fit in."

I sigh, "We kinda sorta used to fuck with each other, but I haven't talked to him for a month before today."

"What happened?"

"Why does it matter?"

"It matters because you have feelings for him."

"I don't have feelings for him Daylen." Maybe i'm lying, but maybe i'm not.

"Fatima, i've known you since we were kids. You looked at him differently when I saw yall before the game. I saw it."

"Daylen, what are you talking about?"

"Fatima, I don't want to go through the same thing I did when you met Chance. I thought we were getting a second chance at this thing but you can't honestly tell me that have zero feelings for him. Come on be honest with yourself..and me."

I silently thought about it, "There's my answer." He said. "If and when you know for sure no one is going to interfere with what we have going on, call me. You be easy Fatima." He disconnected the call.

I understand where he's coming from. I do still have feelings for Zac and it'd be like how it was before with Chance.

Years ago, Daylen and I started growing feelings for each other but we never really talked about it. Then came Chance. Chance pressed and pressed until I gave in which caused Daylen and I to fall out. We didn't talk for years until his party recently.

I don't know what to do anymore. Maybe my ass just needs to sit down somewhere instead of worrying about a man.

I put my phone on the charger so I could shower. After showering and getting clean, I laid down in my bed. I looked at my phone for a good while before picking it up and face-timing him. It rang two times before i saw it saying connecting.

"What's up?" He said propping his phone up. From the angle, I could tell he was in the kitchen. I watched him take a hit from the blunt that was between his thumb and index finger.

"Zac, you're not supposed to be smoking." I tell him. "Don't worry about me. After today, I need it." He says.

"Are you good?" I ask. He takes a deep breath, "I'm fine."

"Okay. How have you been?" I ask trying to make a conversation. "I been straight, you?"

"Good. I got a new role for a movie. We're on a break for filming though."

"I know."

"Oh? You been keeping tabs on me?"

"Of course I have."

"Hm, okay. What about you? Anything new?"

"Sort of, I got a job working in construction and i'm planning on reopening the pool hall me and uncle used to go to. I figure I owe it to him."