That Girl: Bre

by Amber Monroe

  “Look, I’ll just be upfront. I don’t trust your ass. You’re acting too nonchalant about what happened tonight and seem to have an answer for everything. Whatever I said last night, I didn’t mean and was just drunk.”

  “A drunken speech speaks a sober mind.”

  “That’s probably true, but I know whether I’m drunk or not- I’m never getting back with your hoe ass. You cheated on me, had kids by me for your own security, and probably never loved me.”

  “I did- I do still love you.”

  “I don’t feel the same about you. I’m good off you. You broke my fucking heart, nothing you do or say will ever change that. Now take this pill so we can dip, I have moves to make.”

  “I know how to take it. I don’t need to be watched.” She said with a sad face.

  “Aniyah, did you hear anything I said? I don’t fucking trust you. Take this shit.” I growled. She looked at me then unpacked the box. I handed her a bottle of water that I also purchased and watched her swallow the pill. “Open your mouth,” I said. She rolled her eyes but opened her mouth to show me that it was empty.

  “I’m out. I’ll see the kids this weekend.” I said as I gathered up my things and left her behind. At first, I did feel a little bad about my approach towards Aniyah, but she trapped me twice, and I wasn’t trying to be tied to another kid with her. However, I noticed that she never even read the instructions for the Plan B or asked me questions. It seemed like she knew what to do and was familiar with how it worked. I seem to keep learning more and more about her hoe ass, and nothing seems shocking anymore. Anyway, I went down to the front desk to check out. If her ass wasn’t out by then, that was on her. As far as the hotel was concerned, I came alone.

  ∞∞∞

  Roon called me hours later and asked me to meet up with him at one of his cribs. It felt like Deja Vu because his apartment was in the same building as Mikayla’s. I was hoping that it was all a coincidence and nothing else because I take any more drama or stress. However, as I got closer to his apartment, I realized that it was the same one as Mikayla’s. What the fuck?

  “What’s up, fool?” Roon said as he opened up his door. We embraced for bro hug then I made my way into the apartment. Part of me was hoping that maybe I confused myself and thought it was Mikayla’s crib, but as I walked in- it was the same. I was nervous as fuck.

  “This your spot?” I asked.

  “Duh, nigga! I told you to come to my main crib. I’m barely here, but this is where most of the clothes and shit stay. I usually sleep and shower here too. Kay stays here most of the time, though. My grandmother finally got tired of her ass, so she’s staying with me now.”

  “Kay? Mikayla? Your sister?” I asked nervously. Mikayla is Roon’s little sister? Kay? Shit! Did he know about us? Is that why he asked me to come over?

  “Yeah, fool. You still hungover? The Pedialyte did help?” He joked as he plopped down the couch. I took a seat too because I felt like I was about to pass out.

  “A little. It’s been a wild night. I got fucked up.”

  “Did something stupid? Like fucked my sister?” He smirked. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes. Did he just say that?

  “Huh?” I asked.

  “Did you do something stupid?” He asked while pulling a blunt from behind his ear then lit it with my lighter that I left here after the last time Mikayla and I smoked together.

  “Yeah. So stupid...so..so...so stupid.” I said while leaning down and putting my face into my hands.

  “Like what? Fuck my sister and get her pregnant. Then leave her to handle shit on her own?”

  “Huh?”

  “What you do, fool? It’s that bad?” He said as I sat up to make sure I heard him right. He was smoking the blunt then handed it off to me. I probably shouldn’t have accepted because I wasn’t sure if he knew about his sister and me. I didn’t want him to catch me off guard, but I needed a smoke.

  “Ummm...I got a hotel, got drunk, and supposedly called Aniyah’s ass over. I woke up ass naked with her in the bed with me. I can’t remember shit, but she remembered everything and claimed we used protection. I didn’t trust her ass, so I went and got a Plan B for her. She acted so offendedly, but I didn’t care. I’m not trying to get that bitch pregnant anymore.” I shared then took a pull from the blunt.

  “Damn. How did you call her over?” He asked as I handed him back the blunt.

  “I don’t know. I thought I was texting this chick named Naiya that I recently met. I guess I was too drunk and accidentally hit Aniyah’s hoe ass up. Worst fucking night ever. I’m never drinking again.”

  “Shit, I wouldn’t either after fucking Aniyah’s hoe ass again. You need to get tested.”

  “I know. Tomorrow.”

  “Good. Anywho, I called you over because I got a new job for you. I kind of made an investment in this building, so I have a two-bedroom apartment available if you want it.”

  “What kind of investment?” I asked, with one of my eyebrows raised.

  “A good one. So do you want it or not. If not, I can give it to one of my joints.”

  “Nah, fool, I need that. Hell, I’m ready to move out of my mother’s house today. How much is the rent and shit?”

  “Rent-free, but you gotta take care of electricity, gas, and cable.”

  “Rent-free?”

  “Yeah, I wouldn’t charge my brother. And I know the place is really for your kids to have some kind of stability.”

  “Word?”

  “Word. I got you, man. As long as you stick with me, I got you.” Roon said with his hand out. I got up to shake his hand.

  “When can I move in?”

  “Anytime. Just give me a week’s notice so the maintenance crew can clean it up and shit. And the apartment is on the next floor up.” He said.

  “That’s what’s’ up. I can’t believe this, but you know I don’t like handouts.”

  “I know, fool. That’s why I said I have a new job for you.”

  “Aight, well, let me take a piss real quick,” I said as I got up to head to the bathroom. As I washed my hands, I heard Roon talking to someone. I slowly walked back to the living and saw that Mikayla’s bedroom door was wide open. I made my way to the couch as she and Roon stood in the kitchen. Her eyes bucked as she saw me, but I tried my best not to seem affected. I couldn’t help my eyes from roaming over to where she was because she looked good. She was wearing some very tight red Nike shorts and matching sports bra. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail. She was looking thicker than the last time I saw, and I hard to control my growing erection in my jeans. Man, why did she have to be seventeen? And why did she have to be related to my best friend?

  “Wayne, you remember Kay, right?” Roon said as he walked back over to the couch and sat down.

  “A little. I haven’t seen her since she was way little.” I said and tried to avoid eye contact with her. However, Mikayla had to bring her ass right into the living and sat next to me. Was she still pissed at me for ignoring her calls? Did she want Roon to know? Did he already know?

  “Wayne, I remembered you. You were Roon’s only friend. I never forget a face.” She smirked then crossed her legs.

  “How you been? How’s school? You’re like sixteen/seventeen, right?” I said. If Mikayla remembered me from back then, why didn’t she say that when we first met? Was she trying to play me too?

  “Seventeen. And I’m good. School is perfect. I just tested out and graduated early.”

  “That’s good. So what’s next?”

  “Have a baby.” She laughed. I immediately started coughing. She gently patted my back, but I tried to stop her.

  “Give the nigga some water,” Roon told her. Mikayla got up and ran into the kitchen with her ass bouncing in those little shorts.

  “What’s up? Aight, give me a minute.” Roon said as he picked up his phone. He got up from the couch as Mikayla was coming back with a bottle of water.

  “I have to make a run, I’ll be ba
ck.” He said as he grabbed his keys. He approached Mikayla and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Be good for Wayne. Don’t have no lil’ niggas in my crib and put some sweatpants on. I know Wayne ain’t gon’ try nothing because you’re probably like a little sister to him, right?” He said as he looked at me.

  “Right,” I said.

  “Be back in a few.” He said, then left out of the door. Mikayla went to lock the door, then walked over and handed me the water.

  “Thanks,” I said, still avoiding eye contact. I thought she was going to go back in her room, but she kneeled in front of me and placed her hands on my thighs.

  “Kay, what you doing?”

  “Only Roon calls me Kay. And what does it look like? You look stressed, I want to help get rid of it.” She said as she tried to unbuckle my pants.

  “Mikayla, what the fuck? Roon will be back.”

  “No time soon. So let me please you real quick.” She said as she successfully unbuttoned my jeans. I don’t know how since I was literally fighting with her.

  “This not right.” I fussed, but she leaned up to kiss me.

  “He won’t know. He trusts you.”

  “And that’s the problem. He trusts me, Mikayla. I already feel like shit about what we did, but I didn’t know.”

  “Right, you didn’t know. So this is not bad. It’s our farewell because I know you won’t ever look at me the same anymore.”

  “Are you still pregnant?”

  “Yes, I have an appointment next week to handle it.”

  “Does Roon know you’re pregnant?”

  “Hell no, he’ll kill me.”

  “Hell, what do you think he’ll do to me if he finds out I’m the one who got you pregnant.”

  “I know, and I’m sorry about that.” She said, finally stopping what she was trying to do and getting up to sit next to me.

  “So, you knew who I was when you saw me in the club that night?”

  “At first, I was unsure, but when I got closer, I knew it was you. I’ve had a crush on you since I was little and knew that if I told who I was, you would know I was younger than how I was portraying. I just wanted a fair chance without anything in the way.”

  “You do know that was wrong?” I asked as I zipped my jeans back up.

  “Yeah, I know, and I’m truly sorry. I didn’t want any of this to happen like this. I should have been honest, and maybe we still could’ve been friends.” She said as she started to tear up.

  “We are still friends. We had good chemistry, I can’t lie.”

  “Do you still like me?”

  “Yeah, I can’t lie. But Roon is my brother, and you’re still young.”

  “But I’m not in high school anymore, and it’s only a four year age difference. That’s not that bad.”

  “Seventeen and twenty-one…that shit doesn’t even sound right.”

  “So, now what?”

  “I don’t know. I’ll make sure you’re good after you handle that, and we can just be cool. You’re young, go to college, date around, and live your life.”

  “Wayne, you act like you’re forty or something.” She giggled.

  “I know I’m still young, but I have two kids. I skipped college, and I work for your brother. I just got my own crib, but your brother actually gave it to me. I don’t have much going for myself.”

  “It’s not too late, though. You still have time to change that. If not for you, then do it for your girls. You said their mother wasn’t a good role model, so you can be their role model. Teach them to do better than what you did.” She said, rubbing my thigh and grabbing my hand.

  “You see that much potential in me?” I smiled.

  “There’s a lot that I see in you that you don’t know.” She said as she kissed my cheek then got up from the couch.

  “What’s that?” I asked as I watched her head to her room.

  “In due time, you’ll see. I’ll be in my room and tell Roon I want Chinese for dinner.” She said before she closed her door. I just shook my head and smiled. I swear this girl might have me risking it all for her ass...once she gets older, though.

  June

  2016

  21. Chianne

  June 2016

  As I looked around the restaurant, which was not crowded, I fixed my hair and reapplied some lip gloss. I tried to keep my outfit simple, but I also wanted to impress Eric. So I wore a cute matching light washed denim piece; jacket and shorts. I only had a nude-colored lace bra under it because I wanted to be sexy. I had a small crossbody Gucci purse and matching slides. I got my hair done yesterday; black 26’ straight virgin hair flowing down my back with a middle part. My hairstylist even hooked me up with some eyelash extensions, so I was really feeling myself. My nails and toes were white from a trip to a nail salon last week. I was feeling and looking great, I just needed for Eric to see me since I did this all for him. Eric and I made plans to go on our first date tonight, and I was so nervous. I know I was the one who asked for it, but now that it was official, I was scared. I think I was scared of what will happen during and after. Eric and I never really did anything like this, where we actually sat down and got to know each other. We started off as a secret, and I’m not sure how it will be once we go public. I had yet to tell Bre because I still wasn’t sure about us. I really loved Eric, but a significant part of me felt like I should be cautious.

  And I’m glad I was because here I was sitting at Five Guys waiting over thirty minutes for him. He told me that he was staying a little late at work to make some extra money. The last update from him was twenty minutes ago, and he claimed he was headed my way soon. I didn’t want to seem pressed and blow his phone up, but I was getting impatient. I looked down at my phone and decided to call him because I know the employees were tired of me sitting here and not ordering. I told them I was waiting for somebody, but that was a while ago, they probably thought I was lying or got stood up.

  “That’s odd,” I said after putting my phone down on the table. Eric didn’t answer, nor has he replied to my last text message. I wasn’t trying to jump to conclusions, but I was a little concerned. I decided to just go to him and see what was up since he was just across the street at the mall. And decided to get some food because I didn’t like the look one of the employees gave me. I just bought Eric a burger and fries.

  ∞∞∞

  When I got close to Footlocker, I instantly heard Eric’s laugh and was already irritated. Did this fool stay at work to clown around with his coworkers while I was across the street waiting for him? Nah, I don’t think he would do that to me. And he didn’t. However, he was hugged up on some Latino bitch right outside of the store. At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but once I stopped to really scope the scene, I knew this was all real. His arms were wrapped her waist, and her arms were around his neck. They were looking very familiar with each other and in love and shit. She got on her tippy toes to kiss him, a very passionate kiss. I noticed that she had a Footlocker bag in her hand, so was she his regular customer? Has he been playing me this whole time? Did he really love me? Or did he really just say that to get in my panties, which he didn’t have to do since I was basically giving them to him?

  “So, this is why you were staying after work late?” I said, startling him. He quickly ended their embrace, and I could see the guilt all over his face.

  “Chianne….” He started, but I put my hand up to stop him from continuing.

  “Who is this?” I asked while looking the girl up and down. She returned the favor then crossed her arms with a smirk on her face.

  “I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” She said.

  “Girlfriend?” I said then just nodded my head.

  “Chianne, it’s not- I didn’t mean-” Eric tried to say, but he was having trouble because nothing he could say would fix this.

  “It’s cool, Eric. I just brought you some food because I thought you were working so hard. Please, continue on. Oh, and you owe me $13. Cash app is fine.” I
said then began to walk away. I felt Eric’s hand on my forearm then stopped for a minute.

  “I’m sorry.” He said with so much regret and remorse in his eyes. I snatched my arm away and continued to walk forward. And this is why I wasn’t pressed to tell anyone about us. I had a feeling that Eric would fuck up, and I’m glad I would be the only person to know that I was a whole fool over his ass. He really played me after I told him not to. He lied. He broke my fucking heart. Not even a full two months in, and this shit was already over. And I gave him my virginity, my very secured treasure! I trusted him, knowing that there was a possibility of him hurting me. I set my own self up, and now I have to repair my own heart. I don’t care if I didn’t know the full details, I saw everything I needed to see, and it’s not like Eric tried to fight for me. Or fight for us. And I don’t think I would ever forgive Eric for this. I can’t. I won’t.

  22. Bre

  It’s been only about two weeks since I’ve been over my dad’s house. I was planning to stay for the rest of the week after we talked, but I felt so comfortable at his home that I wasn’t ready to go back to my depressing life. Jemar hasn’t even reached out at all, and although I was relieved to get a break, a small part of me was hoping that he would at least apologize. We were definitely over, but we had a child to raise together, and I wanted him a part of her life. However, I don’t know if I can trust him around her. I don’t want her going through what I went through with him. I’m not sure how he would treat our daughter, but I don’t want to leave her in his care and fear the worst.

  We probably need to talk about how we are going to co-parent before my daughter gets here, and that is soon before I’m due at the end of the month. I can’t believe my baby will be here so fast, and I’m not even prepared. I’m not even having a baby shower, nor do I want one. I just want to have a safe birth and just move on with my life because I’m over all of this shit.

  “What time is this over?” My dad asked as he pulled up to Grandma Pep’s house. I heard through the grapevine that Keisha was expecting and was shocked because she always had a plan for her life. She always planned to graduate from high school, go away to college and graduate, start her business, fall in love, get married, and have kids. I know this was probably throwing everything off for her, and she probably felt like a disappointment. We haven’t really talked in a while because when I tried to call her, her phone was disconnected. I had Chianne reach out to Jasmine to check on her from time to time. I honestly had my own shit going on, so I couldn’t really try to reach out like I wanted. And I really wanted to because from what I heard from Chianne, Grandma Pep kicked her out and she was staying with our cousin, Natasha. It’s crazy how we were kind of going the same thing, just months apart. Yesterday, Jasmine reached out and told me that she wanted to throw a going away/gender reveal party for her. I was beyond shocked and hurt that she was moving to Atlanta. However, I understood and kind of wanted to ask her if I could come too. We could both use the support, and I wouldn’t want to do this without her.