*super unedited so forgiveth me plz*
JoVaughn Virginie Scott
I had managed to go a full two days avoiding conversation with Reggie. She wanted to talk so fucking bad.
I wasnt ready.
I was still trying to pretend it didnt happen. Denzel was literally the only person I had left that was like family.
I felt like I only had two people in this world that were down for me. That I could actually trust, Reggie and Denzel.
Now it was one and I was hesitant to even keep putting my trust in her.
I was about to walk out the door to go drop off some prints when Regine grabbed my arm. She pulled me back and pushed me down on the couch. I sucked my teeth in response.
"I talked to Denzel. He's willing to patch things up with you so the balls in your court" she said looking at me.
"I dont want to talk to that nigga. End of story" I let her know. I got up but she pushed me back down.
"Explain why your mad and I'll let you go" she said with her hands on her hips.
"Isnt the shit obvious?" I questioned. Everybody was acting clueless as to why I was pissed about the situation.
"If you should be mad at anyone, it should be Shameik's bitch ass."
"Oh, dont be surprised if that nigga ends up dead."
Reggie smacked her forehead. "Explain why you're mad at Denzel. He was put in a tight spot Joey."
"If it was you that it happened to would you have told me?" I asked her seriously.
"Of course I would have but Denzel Moseby and Regine Thomas are two different people" she said.
"But Denzel Moseby and Regine Thomas both know JoVaughn Scott really fucking well right?"
She just stayed quiet.
"Right?" I asked again. She nodded. "So wouldnt that mean Denzel knows JoVaughn hates liars? And he would know JoVaughn would feel betrayed?"
"You arent even thinking about the fact that he was afraid! He deadass has a future child to think about Joey" Reggie said.
"The issue is not what happened to him. Of course that shit is fucked up and he was doing what he felt was right. The issue is he stood in my face for three and a half weeks Regine. ALMOST A WHOLE FUCKING MONTH! And pretended that nothing happened. I told this nigga what happened and he fed me bullshit like 'yeah dont worry bro they're going to find who did this' like he had no idea. And then when I voiced the fact that it upset me, he gets fucking mad at me like its my fault for being upset and just says 'fuck you! get out my house!' What type of shit is that?!" I was yelling at this point. I felt myself growing angry all over again. I felt like Denzel had basically turned his back on me.
"But he's saying he wants to apologize and you sitting here telling me that you dont want to cooperate! For fucking why?!"
"If he aint mean it, he wouldnt have said it in the first place" I shrugged.
"You are so stubborn."
"What did you tell me when I hurt you that time Reggie? I couldnt just hurt you and come back right? Thats how the fuck I feel. My feelings got hurt. I'm bitter as shit. And I dont want to talk to the nigga. Thats the truth. You wanted me to tell you how I feel. You got it" I left it at that. Regine just sighed as I got up and made my way out the door.
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"JoVaughn whats good?" Tony asked as I walked into his office.
"Nothing much" I replied dapping him up. He had shot me a text earlier telling me to stop by. The windows of the gallery were still broken so there were shutters on. The glass was all cleaned up though.
"Good News. First off, they arrested the folks behind the burglary yesterday" he let me know. I squinted in confusion. If Denzel did the shit and he was still at home according to Reggie, then who did they arrest? Hopefully that nigga Shameik. He's lucky if they did because I was ready to kill him with no regrets.
"Secondly, here you go" he passed me a big yellow envelope. "Open it after you leave" he told me. I nodded slowly. I was confused as fuck.
"Thats really all to be honest" he said and I nodded.
"Thank you" I said to him and left. When I got to my car I couldnt wait before ripping the envelope open. There were two things inside.
The first was a list of names of people and their information. When I read the top of the paper it said that they were people that wanted to get in contact with me for commision pieces.
The next thing was a smaller envelope. I opened it up to see a check worth $2500 along with $500 cash. I was more than confused, but I wasnt about to question the shit.
Money is money.
I would make sure to thank Tony later.
A/N: I know this is short but I really just needed to get their lil argument or whatever out the way before the next few chapters and whats going to happen(its going to be kinda sad and unexpected and if you say you did expect it then you psychic or some shit lmao). I've been writing like crazy for these books and my creative writing class. I'm mentally drained besides that tbh. Writing is like the only time I feel at peace nowaways lol. College is stressful and anxiety is driving me nuts.
