"Why...Why do you have Chris's phone?" Chantelle could hear the curiosity and slight attitude in Monica's voice.
"Because he's at my house. What do you need girl?"
"Where's Chris?"
"He's showering."
Monica scoffed and chuckled humorlessly. "So he goes to your house to shower or something?"
Chantelle smirked, feeling satisfied with her reaction. She honestly did like Monica.... but she liked Chris better and cared for him more and she didn't like the idea of Monica trying to take him away from her. And although Monica and Chris claimed to just be friends with no feelings involved, she knew that was not the case. Especially after Chris just moaned her name out minutes ago. So she decided to play with her feelings a bit. "Yup.... atleast after we have sex. Why wassup?"
Monica, shocked to hear Chantelle say that, stood quiet on the phone. She figured that they had something, maybe in the past, but she didn't think they'd be fuck buddies. She wanted to be mad and curse them both out, but the question was, what gave her the right to do that? She wasn't Chris's girlfriend and her and Chantelle just met, so it's not like she should feel betrayed or anything. But something in her felt weird. She couldn't help but feel a type of way about it.
"Ohhh," She chuckled a little. "Too much information, but uhh, just tell him I called, okay?"
"No problem girl! I got you. But is it anything urgent?" Chantelle tried to come off sincere.
"Nah, it's cool. Just tell him to hit me up on his free time."
"Gotchu. Bye girl!"
Monica immediately hung up without saying goodbye. She lowkey felt betrayed... but she knew that was unreasonable because she didn't have any reason to. Chris could do whatever he wanted, which also meant that she could do what she wanted too. She now felt like she was bothering him. Like maybe they needed space from one another. One thing she hated was putting in effort, and feeling like the other wasn't. She would gladly back off if that was the case. But little did any of them know that both of them were feeling the same exact way.
...
Chris finally exited the shower after about 20 minutes. He doesn't know why he was in there for so long, but sometimes the shower was just the place to think. He felt like a bitch for being all in his feelings, and even felt more like a bitch because it was over a girl he only knew for almost 5 months. He got out the shower and saw Chantelle was chilling in bed, playing on her phone. It was silent between them as he got changed again and got ready to dip out.
"Leaving again, huh?" Chantelle spoke up. Chris shrugged his shoulders and continued to get dressed. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised."
"Chantelle I don't know what you want from me."
"I want you to want me!" She yelled, her voice cracking a little. "Like... like I want you."
Chris felt exasperated at the moment. He figured it was his fault for leading her on by having sex with her again. "I can't make that happen Chantelle."
"Why not?" She spat. Chris didn't have an answer for her, so he just looked away. "Cause of Monica?" She spat, her voiced laced in envy and anger.
"What? Fuck she gotta do with this?" Chris felt his voice raising. He was tired of everything relating back to her. He just wanted to go a day without hearing her name, or thinking of her, or missing everything about her, but it seemed as if it was impossible.
"You're fucking in love with her or some shit!" Chantelle blurted.
Chris furrowed his eyebrows and laughed. "In love with her? Do I got love for her? Most definitely. But in love? That's a whole 'nother thing." He explained truthfully.
"Well then you like her a lot and care for her a lot. You just won't admit it."
"Of course I care for her.. she my friend, fuck?"
Chantelle groaned and slapped her forehead. She was so fed up at this point. She hated childishness and wish he would just come to par with his feelings. "Get the fuck out my house Chris."
"Bet. I was dipping out anyway." He started to grab his things, chuckling at her frustratedness. He left her room and she got out of bed with her bed sheets wrapped around her naked body. As he walked towards her front door to leave she called out for him.
"Oh yeah and Monica called."
Chris halted in his steps and turned around. "What?"
"Monica called your cell... and I answered."
"Fuck you got my phone for?"
"You left it when you went to go shower."
"So that means you can pick up my calls like some fucking secretary?"
"Know what? You're disrespectful. Get out dickhead."
"What'd she call for?" He ignored her remarks towards him.
"I said get out! I thought you ain't care for her."
"I never said that. I said that I'm not in love with her ass."
"Cool, so fuck out my house."
Chris chuckled and shook his head. "You do too much."
"And you use me for sex."
Chris halted in his steps and turned around to look at her like she was crazy. "Don't make this something it's not. Sex is mutual. You wanted it, I wanted it. You knew what you were doing, so cut it out son."
"I don't give a fuck anymore. Chris. Monica is too good for your stupid ass. Fuck out my house."
"Aigh bruh," He started walking out, sticking his middle finger up at her. Chantelle ran towards the door and started shouting as he walked out.
"And keep fucking disrespecting me like I won't get you jumped stupid fuck."
"Suck my dick son.... oh wait you already did." He laughed childishly while running to his car.
...
Monica thanked the taxi driver before giving him the money and exiting the car. She walked towards the huge penthouse apartment building, greeting some bystanders on the way. She walked through the lobby area and towards the elevator. When she stepped in and waited for it to fully close, she heard a male voice shout, "Hold the door!" She quickly stuck her hand out and waited for the male to walk through.
"Preciate it, ma." The male thanked her, his voice laced in a strong new york accent. The "ma" reminded her of Chris for a second, but she quickly erased him from her mind.
"No problem. What floor?"
"32."
"Oh okay, me too." She clicked floor 32 and watched as the elevator door closed. It was kind of awkward considering it was only them two and they were both going to the same floor.
"You from here?" He asked.
"No," She shook her head. "I'm from Boston. Just moved down here."
"Oh aigh." He said simply before turning his attention to his phone. That gave Monica the opportunity to check him out real quick. Everything about him screamed "hood boy", from the freshly cut waves on his head, to the Burberry shirt and chains around his neck, to the true religion jeans, and the balenciagas on his feet.
"You fuck with the fit, huh?" His deep voice spoke up, grabbing her attention.
Chuckling, she nodded and looked away, slightly embarrassed that she had been caught looking him up and down. "Yeah, I like it."
"Word."
Eventually they stayed quiet until they reached the thirty second floor. They both started to exit the elevator at the same time until she stepped back and allowed him to go.
"Nah, go 'head." He stepped back instead.
"Thank you." She said before exiting and walking towards her apartment. She heard footsteps behind her and turned to see that it was the same boy from the elevator. Scrunching her eyebrows, she turned back around and kept walking.
"I'm not following you shawty." He spoke up from behind her. She decided to just ignore him and continue walking. Eventually she made it to her apartment and started to bring her keys out of her bag.
"Goodnight ma." The same voice spoke up. She quickly turned around and saw him chuckling before entering the apartment that was a couple doors down from her.
She chuckled and said it back before entering her apartment and closing the door.
...
Reruns of Martin were playing on the TV as Monica was laid up on the couch, half paying attention to it. She was on Snapchat making funny faces with the different filters and sending them to people back home. She was missing Boston a lot lately, and she didn't know why. It's not like she had the best experiences there, but for some reason she felt herself drifting back to it sometimes.
New York was amazing to her, and somewhere she had always wanted to visit ever since she was young, but it still wasn't Boston. No matter how great the people were, or how lively it was, or how much she liked the slang, it still wasn't Boston to her because Boston was home.... even if it wasn't the best home. Her snapchat video was interrupted when she got an incoming FaceTime call from Chris. Sighing, she waited a few minutes, staring at herself in the camera, before finally picking it up.
Both of their faces were in the camera as silence took over them. Minutes went by and they continued to stare at one another with emotionless faces through the phone as if they were having a staring competition. A grin fought it's way onto Monica's face-not to anyone's surprise considering how goofy she was- and soon both of them had goofy face expressions.
"I miss yo pinhead ass." Chris joked, a toothy grin taking over his face.
Monica laughed and shook her head before giving in and admitting it as well. "I missed you too ugly."
They stayed quiet for a couple minutes again as neither one of them knew what to say to the other. "Chris," Monica spoke up. "I promise i'm going to open up to you. I don't want you thinking I'm trying to hide anything or be sneaky, okay?"
He sighed before nodding his head in understanding. "I get it ma. My bad for comin all types of crazy. I just don't like feeling like-"
"You're the only one putting in effort?" She finished his sentence.
"Yeah.." He said, barely above a whisper as he stared at her almost in awe. It's like this girl just understood him and got him feeling certain ways without even trying. The fact that she knew how he felt without even him having to tell her just gave him a good feeling... an indescribable one."
"I feel you. Sometimes I even feel like I'm bothering you."
"Word," Chris agreed. "That's exactly how I be feeling."
"But that's not true at all. Chris you been such a good help and a good friend to me these past few months and I honestly can't even thank you enough."
"I know how you can thank me." He smirked in the camera.
"How?" She laughed with a confused face expression. Chris closed his eyes and puckered his lips as if he was waiting for a kiss.
"Really, Chris?" She giggled. "Through the phone?"
"I mean... if you want me to come down there and get it in person, that'd be fine too."
"No you clown." She said, while they laughed together.
"Nah, but deadass Mon, I really missed yo ass. Had a nigga all in his feelings like never before. Had me singing drake in the shower."
Monica started to laugh until she remembered what Chantelle said about him at her house showering... after they had sex. Her whole mood changed, as much as she didn't want it to.
"What's wrong? You went from laughing to mean mugging me in .5 seconds."
"Nothing." She said sternly. She couldn't explain to him that she was feeling a type of way about him and Chantelle being sexual together. If she did, then he'd think she liked him or something, and she was trying to avoid any unneeded complications in their friendship.
"You sure?"
"Mhmm." She faked smiled. "But, imma head to bed. I have work in the morning."
"You booty. You can't hang. It's only eleven p.m."
"Yeah, well I gotta get this money." She stuck her tongue out and started to dance in the camera.
"You mad ugly son."
Chuckling, she stuck her middle finger up at him. "Goodbye, I look good as hell."
"You damn sure do." He licked his lips in the camera.
"You're so annoying." She rolled her eyes. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to put my bonnet on and get some sleep."
"Lemme see ya bonnet."
"Stop stalling." She whined. "But fine." Reaching over her desk, she grabbed her white, satin bonnet and placed it over her hair that was put into two french braids.
He made a disgusted face in the camera before ending the call right after. Monica gasped, and stared at her phone in shock before busting out laughing and calling him back.
He answered the phone with the same disgusted look causing her to laugh. "Fuck you." She said. "It's not even ugly."
"Ya bean head." He started to laugh like crazy, tears forming in his eyes.
"There goes that 'ahunkahunkahee' laugh. This is my cue to hang up now. Goodnight ugly."
He smiled, showcasing his pearly whites in the camera. "You think I'd look good with some grills?"
"Goodnight Chris." She put more emphasis on it this time.
"Aigh aigh, my fault, my fault. Goodnight beautiful." He replied, before she ended the call.
...
To be continued...