Learning On A Curve (Namjoon FF)

P. 11 {Bestfriend}

Sowan and I were hanging outside my house listening to some music while she low key grilled me about a random mark that appeared on my shoulder overnight.

"Bitch I know its a hickie. I done had loads of them to know what they look like on any part of your body so don't give me no bullshit. Who the fuck been sucking on you?"

"Sowan, I told you, I hit my shoulder on my bedpost cleaning my room. That's it, that's all. No big scandal here," I tried for the thousandth time to deter my friend. Unsuccessfully.

"Lies you tell, hoe. I'm gonna get it out of you one way or another."

I continued to ignore her meddlesome ass as I watched Namjoon's lapdog knock on his front door. I knew for a fact he was home but she had been knocking for the better part of 15 minutes and he still hadn't come to the door.

Sowan peeped game and spoke her mind, as usual.

"She desperate as fuck! Ain't no way in hell I'd be beating down some dude door for that long. First of all," she got a little louder. "You don't go over to no dude house uninvited."

I hit her leg to quiet her down even though she had already drawn the lapdog's attention.

"Second of all, if he don't answer on the first knock, obviously, he either not there or busy. Third of all," she was still loud. "He'll call you when he want some..." I smacked her ass then. "Head," she whispered in a giggle to me as HEAD GAME came up my walkway.

"Hey," she said to me while frowning at Sowan who gave her attitude right back. I stood up and greeted her too with a "Hey."

"You're tutor girl, right? The one I spoke to the other day?," she asked with a finger pointed at me.

I only nodded with a smug expression.

"Oh, well, okay," she thought on it a bit.

"Have you seen NJ around? I tried calling but he hasn't picked up."

It's now that I see the slight movement of a curtain and glance up to see Namjoon in the window of his house watching our interaction. Even from a few houses down, I can tell his eyes are bulging as he raises his arms and crosses them repeatedly in the air. The lapdog catches my directional stare and turns around just in time to see nothing there, Sowan giggling at my side.

I shake my head no to her, refusing to talk, afraid I might laugh out loud too.

"No?," she questions my response.

"No!," I repeat back to her.

"Are you sure? You too seem pretty close. I can't imagine you not knowing where he could be."

This arrogant bitch!!

I keep my cool even though I can feel Sowan rile up beside me.

"Yes, we are pretty close. But I don't keep up with his movements in the daytime with a flashlight. That's designated for his stalkers."

"Stalkers," she scaled back, offended. I don't know if it was because she felt I was pertaining to her or if she realized there was an 's' at the end of that.

"Yes, stalkerssssssss, hun," Sowan cosigned as I nodded.

The stalker/lapdog took a moment to compose herself before coming for me again.

"Look, NJ is with me now and although it's clear you have some little high school crush on him, I am not so easily pushed aside..."

"Bitch, I'd go through you," Sowan stepped in front of me and I had to push her to the side to approach this hoe.

"I'm sorry you feel that, I, a high school girl could take Namjoon away from you but that's your burden to bare, not mine. Namjoon comes to me when he is supposed to. I don't have to look for him and when I call he answers. Whatever you two have is definitely different from what Namjoon and I have, but it does seem that he may value what we have a little bit more."

"Bitch!," Sowan added in the background.

The desperate girl looked at us from side to side and up and down. Definitely not ready to get into a fight with the both of us, if, either of us. You could physically see her backing down.

"Whatever. I wasn't implying that you were trying to take him away from me. Just, if you see NJ, could you let him know I was looking for him."

"Yes you were," I quickly countered. "But it's all good. I'll let NAMJOON know you had a flashlight out here."

She scoffed at me with a laugh. "You don't like the name NJ do you?"

"No. Namjoon is a beautiful name given to him by his equally beautiful mother. It means 'The genius from the south' and I find it appalling that you would dumb down his name to two simple letters that represent nothing but your need to brand him."

"Bitch!," Sowan again cosigned in the background. This time I couldn't help but laugh at her craziness because despite my being between the two, she was ready to go, given the word.

"And who the fuck are you?," lapdog frowned up and asked her.

We looked at each other and almost simultaneously burst out with

"That's my best friend, that's my best friend. Best friend you betta..."

The lapdog walked away. 

"So is it Namjoon?", Sowan asked once the skank was out of earshot and we were done acting like idiots.

"Hunh?," I feigned confusion even though I knew exactly what she was talking about.

"That gave you the hickie? Was it Namjoon? Because you really don't like that bitch," she was giggling through her hand.

"You don't either," I threw back at her.

"Only because you don't!" 

Shit, she was right. I couldn't stand that hoe. And a hoe she was. Just another bimbo breaking her back to stay on her knees in front of him.

Sowan watched me as I watched her go, yet again, knock on Joonie's door. We both shook our heads before she was dragging me back to the porch to sit.

With a finger in my face she scolded me. "Look, heffa. I know something is going on with you. Now, why you don't want to tell me? I don't know. But, if I ever, I mean, ever, find out you and that fucking mutt over there threw hands and I wasn't invited, we are no longer best friends, you got me." And she was dead serious. Still I couldn't help but to laugh at her ass while nodding my head in agreement.

"I would never," I told her. "I would just let you handle my lightweight." This time it was her who nodded, completely satisfied with my answer.

I miss writing but my time is so limited now. It sucks! :(