Desiree
3 weeks later
"You never called me like you said you would."
I looked up from my phone and rolled my eyes at the stud I recently met. I told her I would call her, but I lied. I had better things to do.
Without asking, she sat next to me. The cologne she wore was giving me a headache. She smiled, revealing the gold grill on her bottom row of teeth.
"You didn't tell me your name either." she said.
"Why you sitting so close to me?" I say while observing the tattoo on her neck.
"Yo, Desi"
I looked up to see Milo standing there, giving me a look of suspicion. His eyes drifted to the stud sitting next to me, then they landed on me again.
"I gotta talk to you real quick" he said while pulling me up.
He led the way to his car and signaled for me to get in.
"What about Mani? You moving on after 3 stupid ass weeks?"
"She was trynna get my number. I didn't even do shit." I said.
"When you gon talk to Mani?" he asked.
I shrugged, "When I feel like it."
Milo smacked his lips, "Tell that nigga to start taking her medicine again, cause she lost her temper an killed our plug. Fucking everybodies money up."
"If she wanted to take her medicine, she would. I never could get her to take it anyway."
"So you gon talk to the nigga or what?"
"No"
Milo smacked his lips, obviously getting annoyed. "Man, both of y'all trippin son."
I sighed and reached for the door handle. "Is that all you wanted?"
He didn't answer me, so I got out. I still have shit to do.
*
"Where you going? You can't keep leaving every time I try to talk to you." Mani snapped.
"Go talk to your other hoes"
She laughed, "I don't have hoes" she said.
"You think this shit funny?" I snapped.
She shook her head.
"Why are you even here?" I ask her.
"I haven't saw my wife in weeks, had to make sure you was still alive" she said, dryly.
She was smiling, and it was making me mad.
"I miss you" she said.
I continue to stare at her.
"You don't miss me?" she says before looking down at her Jordan's.
Almost a minute goes by before she looks up at me.
"You don't." she states before shoving her hands in the pocket of her Balmain jeans. "It's coo tho."
When she looked at me, I could see the hurt in her eyes. I had to look away to keep myself from crying.
"You can't keep doing this Mani."
"Doing what?"
I looked down at my nails and sighed before looking up at her. I still wasn't sure if me and Mani would work, but until I figure it out, I don't want to talk to her.
"I don't want to be with you anymore Mani." I said.
"You wanna throw away years of this, over a bitch?" she said.
"You say it like it's nothing."
"It's just a bitch. She's not important to me at all."
"She must have been."
"She's not. Ion give a fuck about none of these bitches. Just you."
"You always say that"
"Cause I mean it. Now you ju gon leave? That's what you on?"
"I can't do this with you Mani."
"You fucking with somebody else now?"
"Why you always think that?"
"Cause you always talking to other people."
"I don't talk to any body"
"Stop fucking lying. Milo ju told me you was out wit some stud. How long you been fucking her?" she asks.
"I haven't been fucking with anybody."
"Ion believe you."
"I'm not asking you to." I said.
"You for real want to break up?" she asked me.
"It's the best thing to do."
Mani nodded before reaching in her pocket. She put her wedding band down on the hood of the car and looked at me.
"If you want to break up, we can. Ion even give a fuck anymore." she said. "Imma meet with my lawyer, an sign the fucking divorce papers." she said before turning to walk away."
