𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐉𝟓
𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚, 𝐆𝐚
Me and Shyla strolled through the crowded mall, the clamor of excited shoppers and the murmur of background music filling the air.
Me and shy been friends since sophomore year, we had recently just rekindled our friendship so we could go to prom together.
Rekindle cause we had crossed a boundary that was never supposed to be crossed and it fucked up our relationship with each other.
But now we back cool, i think.
I carried several bags filled with shoes and accessories, my mind wandering to the complexities of our friendship.
I glanced at Shyla, who seemed lost in her thoughts, as we headed towards another store.
"You know you don't have to do this, J5," Shyla said, breaking the silence.
Her voice was calm but carried an undertone of something deeper.
"What you tammat?" I asked, pretending not to understand as we walked further into the mall.
"Don't play dumb right now. You don't have to buy me stuff 'cause you feel guilty," she told me, her eyes locking onto mines, piercing through my defenses.
Part of the reason we was such good friends, she could always read my emotions, not matter what was going on with me.
I shook my head, chuckling softly before responding.
"Look, Ian like how shit between us ended up, ight. You know Ian no foul ass nigga to even do that shit. That shit that happened between us was never even supposed to go down. I'm sorry 'bout that shit. This the least I can do."
I spoke referring to the fact that I just kinda stopped talking to her after cause I really ain't know what to say or how to approach that shit after it happened.
Shyla's expression shifted, a mix of hurt and confusion.
"You think what happened between us was a mistake?" she asked, looking directly into my eyes.
"Shy, look, you know I—" I started, but Shyla cut me off.
"Let's just continue shopping, Jayc," she said, her tone final.
I exhaled, shaking my head.
I did not want to talk about this now, but I knew it was inevitable.
We continued walking in silence, each step heavy with unspoken words.
After a few minutes, I tried again.
I ain't wanna bother her bout the shit, I just ain't want shit to be awkward between us.
"You'll at least let me buy you a necklace from Pandora?"
Shyla gave me a look.
"Not like dat, something you can wear to prom," I clarified.
"I mean, I guess, but I don't know how I feel about accepting that from someone like you," she told me, causing me to scrunch my face.
Fuck she mean by that.
"Someone like me? What dat mean?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"Jayc, you doing the gift-giving and stuff is part of the reason why I thought maybe we were more than friends," she confessed, causing me to realize the impact of my actions.
