Bey's POV
"What happen?" Matt aggressively asked me immediately. I laughed at him. I laughed because the answer was so obvious.
"You can't tell? She got her ass beat."
"Are you really laughin' right now?"
"Yes, that's what I do when I find something funny. I laugh." I laughed again. I was borderline crackin' up.
Matt just looked at me. "For real.."
"What, man?" This is seriously funny to me. What did he expect me to say to him? "You didn't ask your girlfriend why she has an ice pack attached to her face?"
"I want you to tell me."
I tilted my head to the left a little. "What do you think happen, Matt?"
"Be serious." He said but I just rolled my eyes.
"She talked shit and got hit." I shrugged. "It's that simple."
"No. It's not simple."
My smile quickly faded into a frown. "Yes it is! That's what happens when you pop off at the mouth and can't back that shit up. You get hit."
This wasn't what I expected comin' over here. He wasn't suppose to act clueless. I expected that from Vanessa. I expect her to play the victim as if she didn't start this shit on day one. Just like I'm now expectin' Matt to take Vanessa's side, as usual.
"What did you say, Vanessa?" Matt asked after he blew his breath.
"I didn't say anything!" Vanessa answered, more like she lied.
"So you're holdin' that ice pack to your face for nothin'?" I asked.
"I didn't say or do anything." She repeated.
"Vanessa, stop lyin'! You were talkin' shit all fuckin' day. That's why your lip is busted. That's why you have two black eyes. You wrote a check that yo ass couldn't cash."
This is legit stupid as fuck. This whole "meetin'" we're havin' right now is so fuckin' pointless. I don't understand why I have to explain why I fought her! Is it not evident? Well, it wasn't even a fight. I gave her exactly what she has been askin' since day one. An ass whoopin'! She deserved that and I don't regret it.
"Girl, I didn't say anything about you. You just have a guilty conscience."
"So because Matt is here you wanna play the victim? You're full shit, Vanessa!" Each second that went by, my anger was risin'.
"I'm not playin' at anything. You felt like I was talkin' about you. Whose fault is that?"
"You have a smart ass mouth! That's why it got busted-"
"Is all of that necessary?" Matt asked.
I whipped my head in his direction. "Is this conversation necessary?"
"Yeah! I'm tryna figure out what happen."
"Don't sit here and act like clueless, Kenneth! You know damn well what happened! But I'll tell you.. She, your perfect girlfriend, was runnin' her damn mouth, and I, your best friends of thirteen wonderful years, gave her what she asked for. Then her fat, ugly ass friends tried to jump me, but they all ended up gettin' their ass beat just like your girlfriend. Break up with Vanessa and make the world a better place. Like, what the fuck is this?"
"Your friends tried to jump her?" He wasn't happy about that, but he wasn't angry enough for my likin' either.
"Keyword is tried." I said. "They all got what they got what they deserved, too. I bet she didn't tell you that."
"Why didn't you tell me that?" Matt asked Vanessa.
"I didn't feel the need to because she wasn't jumped." Vanessa had a nonchalant attitude. The very attitude that will leave her wit' a broken jaw.
"So what, Vanessa! Your friends tried to jump her! That's a bitch move, and you know that."
"Babe, it's not like I told them to jump in. They did that on their own. I can't control what they do." I looked into Matt's eyes as he was lookin' Vanessa. I watched him soften before her eyes. In the matter of seconds, Matt went from angry to weak at the knees for her fallin' victim of her spell. I could only roll my eyes.
This bitch is good at what she does. I hate her. I fuckin' hate her. I hate this bitch, but I couldn't help but wonder how she had so much control over him. I still hate her.
"I think you're missin' the point." Big Head said in my defense.
"The point is." I looked at Vanessa. "You were runnin' your mouth, but I bet you're done now."
"Bey, chill." Matt said.
"Are you serious?? She's the one that started this. She's the reason why her eye is purple and red. Her mouth is what needs to chill! But you're tellin' me to chill because I retaliated to the shit she's been doin' since day one? Chill my fuckin' ass! I'm surprised I haven't slapped the shit out of her just standin' here!"
"Look, I'm just tryna put an end of all this. What exactly did she say to you?"
"Like I said." Vanessa said wit' attitude. "I didn't say anything to her. She assumed."
"I know you're not catchin' an attitude, 'cause you get these hands one more time." I balled my fist up. This bitch is gonna get it again. Shawn grabbed my arm preventin' me from takin' a step towards her.
"What did she say, Bey?" Matt asked gettin' annoyed as if he had the right.
"Why the fuck does it matter what she said? She has something to say every got damn day! She loves to get buck when you aren't around. I bet she doesn't tell you that either."
"You're over exaggeratin'." Vanessa had the fuckin' nerve!
"I'ma over exaggerate and beat yo ass again. Keep it up." I took a step closer, but Shawn tighten his grip a little bit.
"Bey, can you calm down?" Matt asked.
"No! You always want me to calm down. I'm tired of havin' to calm down and hold my tongue just because you can't keep yo little girlfriend under control."
"I don't have any control of what comes out of her mouth." I laughed. Now I was laughin' because I couldn't believe what was comin' out of my best friend's mouth. I was angry at what he said. I was angry because he was bein' so honest.
He couldn't control what she says or does!? What??
"Are you fuckin' serious? You don't have control?!" He opened his mouth to speak but what I had to say was far more important.
"So you mean to tell me that you don't have control over it?" It as in Vanessa, because she's an object.
"No-"
"Okay, so. What you're tellin' me is that your girlfriend is allowed to say what she wants to your best friend and you're just...lettin' it happen?"
"Bey-"
"Your girl has the right to speak to me and your other friends any way she pleases and you're still wit' her? How does that sit so well wit'chu?"
"You act like I just sit there when she says something reckless-"
"Oooh! Do you want a fuckin' cookie for that? She still opens her big ass mouth the followin' day. She can just say whatever she feels and I'm just suppose to keep my mouth closed because you're fuckin' her?"
"I'm not sayin' that. I just think fightin' was too much."
"How long did you think I was gonna deal with her sayin' slick shit?! You have witnessed this bullshit! How would you feel I just let my boyfriend say whatever he wanted about you?"
"Bey-"
"Bey, my ass! You would be mad! You would be pissed! Just like I am. Everyone knows that I put you first! Above anyone! We're best friends. Practically brother and sister-"
"I'm aware of that-"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Are you really aware? You sure have a funny way of showin' it. I put you and our friendship before anything and anyone. I expect the same in return."
"I don't put you before anything and anyone?" Offended, he asked.
"No! Hell no when it comes Vanessa!"
"Now you're lyin!." Vanessa said.
"Who the fuck was talkin' to you? I see you didn't get enough early." Before I could finish my sentence, Big Head grabbed my arm again. I'm going to fight her again, and he's gonna let me.
"When haven't I put you before Vanessa?"
"All the fuckin' time!"
"That's not true, and you know it."
"Oh please! 'I'ma call you back. I'm with Vanessa. Vanessa is my partner on this one. I'ma be with Vanessa.' " I mocked him.
Now I'm gettin' emotional because I'm realizin' how I'm my best friend's friend, but he isn't mine. I'm always been there for him at the drop of a dime. When I need Matt at times, I gotta go through hell and back just to get to him.
"Am I not suppose to spend time wit' my girl?" He gave me an uneasy look. Like I was wrong for what I just said.
"I'm not sayin' that but lately your head has been stuck up her ass. Puttin' me on the back burner."
"You really are over exaggeratin'." My heart seriously dropped to my stomach. He sounded just like Vanessa when those words came outta his mouth. When I'm bein' completely honest, I'm over exaggeratin'.
"I don't say shit when you're wit' ya boy."
"Right, because I don't put him before you, Kenneth. I don't let him say shit about you and get away with it. I wouldn't be wit' him if that was the case."
"C'mon, Bey-"
"No! You always let her say any and everything. All the damn time. All you ever say is "stop" and she continues! Out of respect for you and loyalty for our friendship, I ignore her. Everyone has a breakin' point!"
"I get that everyone has a breakin point, but did you have to fight?" I smirked and chuckled.
No, Kenneth! You don't get it! If you did, we wouldn't be havin' this conversation.
"You are aware that she fought too, right?"
"I'm askin' both of you. You don't have to get along, but at least keep the peace."
"Fuck the peace! That's what I've been doin'! Before she was your girlfriend, I've kept the peace! I can bet my last dollar that she doesn't have a legit reason to talk shit- not that I give a fuck anyway."
"If you been keepin' the peace, what's the problem now?"
I frowned so hard that my head begin to hurt. "Excuse me?! What's the problem now?! This isn't a 'now' thing! She has the problem! She always has. And you're just...there."
"What's the problem?" He asked and she just shrugged her shoulders.
"I just don't like her." She answered dryly.
"Why not?" Shawn asked curiously. I looked up at him to see his furrowed eyebrows. "What has she ever done to you?"
"Nothing." She said nonchalantly wit' shrug of her shoulders. "I don't like her and I don't have to have a reason."
"That's childish as fuck." Shawn replied. "You need to grow up, man."
"Aye, cuh-" Matt started.
"What?" Shawn questioned aggressively.
"Don't address my girl like that, cuh."
"Oh, you mean how the both of you are addressin' my girl? That's the pettiest shit I've ever heard, my nigga."
"Your girl is the petty one." Vanessa said. "Gettin' all upset for no reason."
"No reason?" Shawn frowned. "Kinda like your dislike for her, right? You always have something slick to say! Even now wit' the busted lip, you're still sayin' shit. For no reason."
Matt was gonna say something to Shawn but Vanessa opened her mouth before him.
"She's the one that takes it to heart-"
"Are you fuckin' slow?" I asked takin' a step towards her.
"Bey, stop-" Matt said.
"Here we are again! You're justifyin' her actions, and takin' her side."
"I don't take her side!"
"Yes you do! All the fuckin' time! Every fuckin' time she says something- when I do say something, I need to stop and calm down."
"Because you get too hype!" Vanessa said.
"See what I mean!? She always has something to say. Maybe if she shuts the fuck up! That's why I beat the shit outta her, Kenneth! This is fuckin' why! You don't even see what's goin' on?"
"Tell me what's goin' on."
"Wake up, Matt! Smell the gold diggin' roses, nigga! She wants you for your dick and your money! She doesn't love you like she makes it seem! How do you not see this?! It's so obvious! She doesn't even support you in what she's chasin' after! NBA money! She loves what you can do for her! This is the main reason why she has those black eyes. This bitch is usin' you!"
"Don't call her a bitch, man!" Oh, now he's really mad. When it comes to Vanessa, he's mad. Outta everything I just said, all heard was me callin' her what she is, a bitch. That's fuckin' insane!
"She is a bitch!" I said for a matter off fact. "I call it like I see it. Vanessa is a little bitch! A stupid, jealous, insecure, connivin', vindictive, bitch! She knows it!"
Matt was pissed. I didn't care. He needed to hear it. And I dare Vanessa to say a single word. Wit' no remorse, I will kill her with my bare hands. My hatred for her is too real! I can't put words to how much I hate her. She turned my best friend against me, and now his head is all types of fucked up. They belong together, because they're both stupid as shit.
"Do you want me to call you a bitch?" He had the nerve to ask.
Shawn chuckled. "You ain't stupid, cuh."
"What?" Matt looked at him.
"You heard me, nigga. Calm the fuck down, before you end up lookin' like ya girl." Calmly, Shawn threatened.
Oh, God.
"Was that suppose to scare me, nigga?"
"I didn't say be scared, my nigga." He chuckled again. "Be aware. Callin' my girl anything besides her name, disrespectin' her in any way will get you fucked up. That ain't a threat, straight up promise, my nigga."
Matt took a step closer, and again, Shawn chuckled.
"You hype as shit, my nigga." He took another step. "You ain't gon' do shit doe."
Shawn wasn't phased by Matt at all. He just laughed at him. "Cuh, you a lame! A fuckin' clown! You really tryna fight me after sayin' Bey shouldn't have beat ya girl up? Hypocrite, cuhz..Choosin' pussy over ya best friend? Ya girl just said that she doesn't like your best friend- since kindergarten, wit'out a valid reason and you stickin' by her? You on a whole new level of fuck boy. That's fucked up, my nigga."
"This don't have shit to do wit'chu-"
"You disrespectin' Beyoncé has everything to do wit' me." Before Matt could respond, I grabbed Shawn's arm and pulled him away. As much as I hate Kenneth, I didn't want them to fight. Not only that but this conversation wasn't goin' anyway. Talkin' to him was equivalent to talkin' to a brick wall.
Shawn unlocked the passenger's door and opened it for me. I got inside and he walked around to the driver's seat.
"You okay?" He asked as he rubbed my thigh.
"Yeah, I'm good." I replied lowly.
"Where are we goin'?" He turned the key in the ignition.
"Doesn't matter." I shrugged. I didn't care where we went. I just wanted to get away from these dummies.
Shawn drove us to his house. I was happy that he did because I'm not the mood to be around anybody. I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out. Shawn was right behind me- well I stepped aside to let him unlock the door.
"I gotta pee." Shawn said more to himself once we walked in the house. While he went to the bathroom, I went to his bedroom. I took my shoes off then climbed into his bed. On the right side of his bed, I laid on my stomach wit' my hands beneath my face. I turned my head away from the door. It wasn't long before Shawn was climbin' in the bed wit' me. I couldn't see him, but I knew that he was layin' on his side.
"You wanna talk about it?" He asked.
"No."
"You sure?"
"Mhm." Shawn didn't respond and I was grateful that he wasn't the type to badger me about speakin'. I just wanted to lay down and relax my body and my mind. I didn't wanna think about the fact that I probably just loss my best friend. I didn't wanna think about how he basically just chose her over me. We've been joined at the hip since the very first day we met. It's sad but I don't see us comin' back from this.
I refuse to talk to him after he just stood there and practically told me that I needed to continue acceptin' Vanessa for her the bitch she is. Hell no! How could a best friend seriously tell you to deal wit' his psycho girlfriend for his sake? How can he honestly be in a "relationship" wit' someone that hates best friend? How! I don't get it. I would never put him through the trouble. I know that Matt has my best interest at heart and I would listen to him carefully. I wouldn't just brush his opinion off because I'm soo in love.
But ya know.. I should have said something to her a long time ago. Like, why did I just bite my tongue!? I guess it was because he really loves that girl, and I was tryin' to be happy for him. Bein' fake happy for him came back to bite me in the ass! Vanessa literally came between me and my best friend. I seriously don't understand. Why is he so stupid? I wanna kick him in the nuts for his stupidity and denial. It's cool though. Sooner or later Vanessa is gonna show her true colors and he's gonna feel like a dumb ass.
I opened my eyes and the tears fell. I cried silently. I cried angry tears, not so much sad. I was angry because Matt was so naive and couldn't see what everyone else does. I was angry because he actually chose his girl friend over me. I was angry because I couldn't do anything about it. I could change his mind when it came to Vanessa. I couldn't convince him of anything.
I wiped my cheeks and the corner of my eyes. Great, I was thinkin' about what I didn't want to and I was cryin'. Now my head was startin' to hurt. Probably because my ponytail is hella tight. I untied my hair tie and and let my hair fall. I felt better right away. Shawn pulled my hair out of my face. He pulled my hair back then ran his fingers through it. Gently, Shawn massaged my scalp. He stroked my scalp like it was his occupation. Whether his occupation was a "beautician" or to make me feel less tense. I'm not quite sure, but either way, it felt like heaven.
I don't know how much time had passed, but my eyes opened and I realized that I had actually dozed off. His fingers were no longer massagin' my scalp. I figured that he was checkin' his phone, so I waited a minute or two. But he didn't continue. Wit'out turnin' my body or movin' much, I felt behind me for his hand. He chuckled when I grabbed his hand and placed it back on my head.
"You were sleep, BK." I was really sleep? Like, sleep sleep? Okay, how long has it been since he started? It doesn't even really matter, I just wanted him to play in my hair. It's most the soothin' thing in the world. That's exactly what I need at this very moment. To be soothed.
"So." I mumbled softly. He continued to play in my hair and massage my scalp. It still felt amazin', but I wasn't sleepy this time. I turned around to face him and he made sure to keep fingers where they belonged at the moment.
"So how do you feel?" He asked.
"It sucks to suck." I shrugged my shoulders.
He smirked. "I know you're upset, buuuuuut my mind went left."
Lightly, I chuckled. "You're like a sex addict goin' through a drought. You just need to get laid."
"Nah, I'm good." He laughed a little. "I just wanted make you to laugh."
"Thank you for makin' me laugh...and for standin' up for me."
"I always got'cha back, BK."
"Thanks." The corners of mouth turned up, I smiled briefly. He started massagin' my scalp harder. Oh, yes. My eyes closed. Now I'm sleepy again. Shawn scooted closer to me and I felt his lips on my forehead. He held them there longer than I expected him to. It was actually very comfortable. I could definitely fall asleep this way. But, he let go. I lifted my head wit' puckered lips. He wasted no time placin' his lips on mine. We held onto the kiss, that was until his tongue was slidin' in my mouth. The tip of his tongue touched mine as they met halfway.
Just as we begin to tongue dance he pulled on top of him. Layin' between his legs, my chest pressed against his. I couldn't position my hands properly because he grabbed both my hands and interlocked our fingers above his head. Our lips remained locked together in that process. God, I love kissin' him. I love twirlin' my tongue around his. I would do it all day long if I could.
I pulled my tongue out of his mouth to suck on his bottom lip. Shawn let my hands go and moved his down to my ass.
"Is that your favorite part of me?" I asked.
"No, your smile is my favorite, but I do love it though." Shawn shoved his tongue into my mouth again. This time, he was in control of the kiss. I followed the slow lead of his tongue. He pulled his tongue out and pecked my lips a couple of times. Hard but sweet pecks of his wet lips. He sucked my bottom lip then his tongue was back in my month. Our tongues danced at a much faster pace. I loved it either way. I especially loved his hands slidin' into my joggers to squeeze my bare ass. His dick was gettin' hard beneath me.
"See what you did?" He joked.
"You started it."
"Nah, you kissed me."
"You stopped kissin' me."
"Cause it's bad timin'?" He was tryna be considerate considerin' what happened back at Matt's house, this whole situation. But I didn't care. I didn't wanna think about it and bein' wit' him like this was the best distraction.
"Says who?"
"Oh, never mind then." Shawn quickly pecked my lips then rolled on top of me. I spread my legs to give him space to fit between them. Just like moments ago, we kissed. It was more..more..lustful? Passionate? I don't know, but more of it. For my mouth to my neck, he forced moans out of me as he lips and tongue massaged my neck. Soft to hard, he licked and sucked all over my neck. Sure to mark his territory once again.
"Can I take your shirt off?" He asked as he was on his knees between my thighs.
I smiled then out a giggle. "Yes, you can."
"Sorry, am I bein' lame for askin'?"
I giggled again. "Of course not. I think you're cute."
"What I tell you? Cute is for babies. I'm sexy."
"Alright, sexy. Are you gonna take my shirt off?"
"You sure you want me to?" Seriously, he asked wit' a genuine look in his eyes. " 'Cause we can talk about-"
"I don't wanna talk about that!" I rushed out.
"Aight, my bad, babe." Shawn finally pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. He grinned hard at my blue bra, I had to laugh. But he shut me up wit' a somewhat sloppy wet kiss. I watched him as he pulled my straps down. Not off but down. Just enough to expose my boobs. He cupped both of them in palms of his hands and squeezed tightly.
"I wanna take it all the way off." Shawn said nervously referrin' to my bra. I guess he wasn't sure how I would feel about takin' my bra off. It's kinda funny considerin' what took place in the backseat of my car. He's cautious, he really cares. I like that.
"Why you didn't you?"
"Because I don't want you to think I'm tryna rush into anything. I mean, don't get me wrong, I wanna do a lot wit'chu, but I'm coo wit' what we got goin' on. I like it."
"You like not havin' sex like the rest of your friends?"
"Sex ain't better than looooove! I been outchea in dese streets, and I done learneeeed." He sang.
"You wouldn't know!" I exclaimed then laughed.
"I don't, but I trust Trey Songz."
"I guess that's a good thing."
"So is that a yes?"
"Yes!" I sat up in the bed so that he could properly take my bra off. It took him a minute to get it off which frustrated him. I laughed because he really struggled. He opened his legs for me to sit in between. Almost chest to chest, I sat Indian style and pulled his shirt over his head. My hands roamed across his chest and biceps. As I was holdin' them he held his arms up and flexed his muscles. He's such a show-off. But that's what I liked about his body, his strong arms. I noticed the beauty mark he has on his side. How cute.
I laid back on the bed and he was on his knees between my legs. He held my nipples and played wit' them? I guess you could say that. He pinched them before takin' the right nipple into his mouth. Wit' his hand squeezin' it, he sucked and licked my boob. What he did to the right, he did to the left. It was like he was tongue kissin' them. He sucked so hard! I moaned at just about each lick and flicker of his tongue on my nipple. I swear his tongue belonged on my neck and nipples.
"Damn, I left hickies on 'em." He laughed as he was squeezing them both.
"You do it purposely."
"You right."
"Can I untie your jaw strings?" I mocked him and we laughed hard. Probably harder than we should have, actually.
"You wanna be me so bad!" I rolled my eyes and reached for the jaw string of his shorts. I looked at him to see that he was watchin' me. I giggled and untied the strings.
"Can I untie your strings?" He asked.
"Yes." I laughed. He untied the strings to my joggers. Just before he could pull them off, my phone started ringin'. Instantly, I rolled my eyes because I knew that whoever was callin' me wanted to talk about Vanessa and the fight.
Ignorin' my phone, I pulled Shawn on top of me. "You're not gonna answer it?"
"They wanna talk and make me think, so no."
"You should at least see who it is."
"No, kiss me."
"BK-"
"Kiss me, please!" Shawn gave in. His tongue was my mouth again and it was twirlin' around mine. I draped my arms over his shoulders. After a minute or two, he pulled back and slowly pulled my joggers off. Since I was in my panties only, I wanted him in his boxer briefs.
Finally, my phone stopped ringin'!
Shawn was on top of me and I could feel his dick against me. It was gettin' harder by the minute as we kissed. His tongue twirled faster around mine, and I chased it wit' mine. I really do enjoy kissin' him.
He begin to roll his waist, grindin' his dick against me. It felt...good? Yes, it was a good feelin'. I liked it! The harder it grew, the harder he pushed his dick on me. I could feel myself gettin' wet. His tongue in my mouth was enough to make me wet, to be honest! I'm sure he could feel it through the material of our underwear. There was no way he couldn't feel me. He had to!
I reached down to grab dick wit'out breakin' the kiss. I went into his briefs and wrapped my hand around it. My thumb slowly ran across the tip of it. He sorta moaned in my mouth as I did so. Just as I slid my hand up and down he let go of the kiss and pulled himself up to his knees. He wanted me to have better access to it so he pulled his briefs down. My boyfriend was practically naked in front of me! Wow! I'm lowkey shocked, but not so much.
I looked at his semi-hard dick and grabbed it again. Just like a moment ago, I slid my hand up and down. I looked up at him to see that he was watchin' me while bitin' his lip. I flashed a quick smile, and he smiled back. He begin to rub my clit through my panties wit' his thumb, I moaned at the first touch. He moved my panties to the side and smirked.
At that moment the beat of my heart sped up. I wasn't sure if I was just nervous because he was actually lookin' at it. It was one thing to feel it and touch it, but he was viewin' my bare body. It made me think back.. But I knew that Shawn wasn't either of them. I don't know how, but I was able to separate the two, which was a blessin'. Well, U do know actually! The bliss in his eyes told me so, even before this moment, I knew.. Each time he looks at me, it's the same look. No one has ever looked at me the way he does.
"Ms. Prettyyy pussaaaaay!" Shawn sang soundin' exactly like Plies! I laughed.
"Do you have a song for everything?!"
"Yep! Did I ruin the moment?"
"Am I still wet?" He looked down and grinned.
"Shiit!" He chuckled. "Shiiiit. Wet ain't the word."
"Then you didn't ruin anything." Shawn licked his lips then bit down. He used his left to move my panties further to the left. The right hand's fingers slid down my slit and I moaned. My legs spread givin' him full access to it. His long fingers rubbed my openin' then moved up to my clit. Slow then a little faster. Oh God, yeess! I moaned louder as he sped up and the grip on his dick grew tighter. Shawn moaned seconds after me, but was interrupted by my phone ringin' again. We ignored the loud obnoxious tone. Or we tried to at least. It was annoyin' as hell!
"Just answer it, babe." Shawn said pullin' himself up.
"Noo-" I objected but he still followed the sound of my phone. It was in my bag by his desk.
"They're just gonna keep callin' you...It's your sister." He said handin' me my phone.
"Hello?" I answered dryly. I seriously didn't want to be bothered by anyone. Not just because of what I was doing.. I just don't want to deal with anyone besides my Big Head.
"Ew!" Solange replied in complete disgust. "Why you answer like that?"
"Solange, what'chu want?"
"Uh, you busy?" She asked. I knew that she knew what I was up to at this very moment.
"Kinda."
"Uh uh! What'chu kinda doin'?" She asked soundin' real motherly.
I laughed. "Mindin' my business. What's up? What'chu want?"
"Oh, nothinnn'. Just wanted to tell you that you made it."
"I made it? What'chu talkin' about?"
"Go to my tumblr. Not now though. Finish mindin' ya business, then go look." I couldn't even ask her anything else because she had already the ended the call.
"Oh Lord." I said to myself. What the hell is she talkin' 'bout!?
"What?" Shawn questioned.
"I don't even know. But get your laptop, and we'll find out." Shawn quickly grabbed his laptop from his desk and handed it to me. He sat beside me and watched as typed in Solange's tumblr URL.
Oh, God. My fight. See, I shouldn't have answered her call. Shawn was definitely keepin' my mind of it- we weren't gonna have sex. It was a repeat of a few nights ago. I was just tryna get my mind off this. But, here I am.
"Oh shit! That's the fight?!" Shawn asked excitedly. I just rolled my eyes and pressed play. Only because I knew that he really wanted to see it.
"Yoooooooooo!" He laughed as he was watched. He couldn't get through the first two minutes because he kept rewindin' the part where I grabbed her by hair and tossed her down. He cackled, which made me less annoyed.
"You got hands, BK!" I ignored him and read the replies or comments? Whatever tumblr is callin' them now, it was funny.
Received from Solange: By the way, Im not going to rehearsal. I don't need a ride.
If she's not goin' then I'm not goin'. Like I said, I'm just not in the mood to be around other people. Just Shawn, dassit.
Sent to Solange: Okay. Be smart and be safe.
Received from Solange: Mhm. You too.
I laughed at that.
"I'm scared of you, BK." Damn.. I started thinkin' again. Me and Matt really aren't friends anymore. Wow! Over a gold diggin' lil hoe. We're not friends because of Vanessa. That's crazy as fuck.
"What are you thinkin' about?" Shawn asked.
"..Everything."
"Everything like what?"
"The fight, the fact that I legit just loss my best friend."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"What upsets you more? Him being wit' her, or him not defendin' you and sidin' wit'chu?"
"Both, they both go hand-in-hand. I know she doesn't love him like he loves her, and he's deep to see it. She takes advantage of that. That's the main reason I fought her, because she ain't shit. I'm not even surprised that he chose her over me, honestly."
"Would you choose him over me?"
"It depends on the situation. But if the roles were reversed, I'd pick my best friend. I can't be wit' some that doesn't get along wit' my family, for no reason. No. That says a lot about who they really are."
"You're a great friend, BK."
"Not like it means anything. I've been his friend, but he hasn't been mine lately."
"Pussy is strong."
"How would you know?" I laughed a little.
"I don't, but I'm just sayin'. It got this nigga stuck on stupid."
"I seriously want to punch the stupidity outta him." I groaned.
"You can't change it, so don't stress yaself out over it. And even if you could, don't stress. Everything will come together how it's suppose to. You just gotta let it happen naturally."
I took a deep breath. "Maybe you're right."
"Maybe, but let's talk about something else."
"I think I just wanna take a nap." I was thinkin' again, which I didn't want to do. Shawn grabbed my shirt for me and pulled it over my head. I got under the covers and got comfortable.
"You takin' a nap wit' me?"
"Nah, I'ma watch TV, but I'll be here when you wake up?"
"That'll be cool."