"...unrequited love does not die; it's only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded. For some unfortunates, it turns bitter and mean, and those who come after pay the price for the hurt done by the one who came before."
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
Samantha
I pull my shades off allowing my eyes to adjust to the setting sun. I rip the hat off my head smoothing flyways with the palms of my hands. Most of the party returned to their hotels but a good few still lounged around the pool drinking beer and smoking weed. It wasn't much I could do but sit at a safe distance and watch.
"You're alright, baby?" I smile at January glad to see her. I smirk from ear to ear "I'm good" I beam; she sips on a beer. We gaze at our friends and family acting like animals in the pool. My eyes land on Lailah in a black bikini. She was beautiful. I couldn't really compete with her perfect body or her luscious hair.
"Hey" I tap January on the arm "Take me to the bathroom" she places her drink down to do as told.
I intertwine my fingers in her leading her in the direction of the toilet. I take care of my business and come back out. "Are you okay?" she inquires scratching her head. "I actually wanted to talk to you" I reluctantly admit.
She gazes at me worried. "Alright," she fiddles with her fingernails. I sit on the bed and pat the space next to me. She shuts the door hesitant but takes the seat. "I'm scared" she discloses before I could even begin. I laugh "Why? You act like I'm gonna bite your head off" I cross my legs "I don't bite".
"Samantha, I'm dead ass. I'm a little nervous" I push all the fantasies of pouncing on her fucking her brains out somehow pregnant out of my head. I had to get to the bottom of this Lailah thing.
"Fine, I didn't even really want to ask you but it was brought to my attention" I pause and study her facial mannerisms before saying "What happened between you and Lailah?" disgust smears her appearance.
"Why?" she stands up and paces the room after a few seconds, her tracks come to a halt
"She's been talking shit about me?"
"From time to time," I disclose.
She's irate; I tell her to chill out and sit back down. I was utterly confused by the way she was acting. "What she told you, man?" I observe her every move and don't open my mouth until she decides to relax.
"Long story short: she said you two dated and you're a bird" she was enraged again.
"A bird? Dated? We barely dated. She was always all up in my damn face practically begging for me to fuck her- she wouldn't go away. I gave her what she wanted hoping she'll fuck off but that only made shit worst" Now, I was bewildered out of my mind. This was some typical he-say-she-say bullshit.
"She a fucking hoe, bruh" she paces back and forward once more "She a fucking hoe. She fucked a whole bunch of my friends, came between me and a bunch of friends and then she got pregnant by God only knows who but she could've been lying because next thing I know she had a miscarriage" her face was getting redder by the second as I tried to calm her.
