“That’s what you want to do. That’s why you so angry,” I went on, about to walk away because if Riot knew I was talking to this bitch, she would be ready to slap my ass down. Yeah, I wasbeefing with my bitch, but I wasn’t a green nigga to be carrying on a conversation with a woman that I used to fuck in the past.
When I said that to her, she scoffed.
“Nigga please. You must haven’t heard who I’m fuckin. I’m not thinking about you. I got a nigga with more money,” she said, and that’s when I really laughed in her face.
She had to know that that was a lie. She was just pulling shit out of her ass and saying it at this point. I could have talked so much shit back to her. I could have flexed. I could have flashed the AP watch on my wrist and ended this conversation just by doing that. I could have pulled out bank statements, but for what? I didn’t have to prove shit to her because she knew that her nigga didn’t have more money than me. Plus, if I stood here, and argued with her, then she would win. That’s what she wanted to do, so she could find my bitch, and tell her that we had a conversation.
I wasn’t falling for that shit, so I left her ass right there, took the stairs down, and I was back out on the main floor of the club.
I walked back over to the section where my niggas were. The bottles had already come over, strippers were in the section, big blunts had already been rolled, and everyone was chilling. I took a spot next to Kendrick, who wanted to know if everything was cool, and I assured him that it was, and how I would let them know what we talked about whenever we left. In the meantime, I poured myself a shot, and I started rolling up, wanting to smoke a fat blunt too.
I got the blunt rolled, lit it, and I took a long pull. They had some good music playing throughout the club, so as I smoked, I bobbed my head to the music.
Five minutes into that, I looked towards the entrance of our section, and I could see Ari walking up, with two more of the bottle girls. Each of them had trays in their hands, that held food. Whenever we came to the club, these niggas liked to orderfood like it was the last supper. I couldn’t fault them though because the food was good here. Made you feel like you were at a soul food spot.
Ari and the girls went around the section, passing out food, and they must have told her that I was here because she put my usual order in front of me. Hot wings that were fried hard, with fries. She knew that I fucked with the mozzarella sticks too, so she placed those in front of me as well. Once everybody had their food, the other two bottle girls left, but Ari stayed. She tucked the tray that she had been holding up under her arm, and she looked at me.
“What’s good, Ari?” I asked her.
“You know I got a bone to pick with you, nigga. What’s up?” she asked me, and I laughed at her question, knowing that she was getting ready to ride for her cousin. That’s how women were though.
Women could be dead ass wrong, but they were always going to have somebody in their corner, backing them, pacifying them, telling them that the shit they did wasn’t wrong.
“And before you try to check some shit, ask yourself do you have the full story, or do you only have the version that she gave you?” I asked, putting the blunt down because I wasn’t trying to blow the smoke in her face.
“She told me word for word what happened, and I told her that she was wrong. I got on her, telling her that she shouldn’t have accused you of cheating, especially since you never gave her a reason to feel like you were cheating. How long you supposed to have her on punishment, Dolo? You hurt her fuckin feelings for real,” she told me, and my niggas were right here, and could hear, so they laughed, while shaking their heads.
“Report back to her and tell her that she hurt my fuckin feelings too,” I let her know, and she waved her hand at me, and was about to walk away, but I stopped her.
“She good though?” I hate that I even asked. I’m supposed to be angry at her, but look at me, still checking in.
“You know Riot. She’s in a fucked up mood. You know her ass don’t cry in front of people, but she broke down in front of me yesterday. I guess she’s been texting you, and you haven’t been responding. The two of you going to have to learn how to communicate properly. It hasn’t even been a year yet, but ya’ll keep a problem. When you leave here, go check on your girl, Dolo. That’s not the way you supposed to handle shit. You committed to a relationship nigga, and you can’t just get mad, and stop talking to her like that for days,” she told me.
“Ari, I think the biggest part that ya’ll missing is the fact that I’m not in the wrong here yo. Your cousin is. Whatever goofy ass thoughts were placed in her head, she believed that shit, and she ran with it. You know I’m nowhere near the same nigga that I was before I got with Riot. I’m out here bent over backwards, doing everything that I gotta do so that I don’t fuck up. I changed the way I move. Changed a lot of my habits. All that shit. It rubbed me the wrong way that she would accuse me of something that she know damn well I’m not out here doing,” I shot.
“Dolo, I’m not saying that your wrong for being mad. I already told you that I got on Riot and told her that she was wrong in this situation. The only thing I don’t like that your doing is how your shutting her out. That’s your girlfriend at the end of the day. You need to go talk to her,” she finished, not even giving me a chance to respond back to her because she had already walked away.
I sucked my teeth and got so aggravated that I put the blunt out. I didn’t even have the energy to finish my food, so I sat back, throwing my back against the velvet couch.
“Ay man, go make shit right with your girl. I know we like to clown you, and call you a simp, but I respect the shit that yougot going on with Riot. That’s sis right there. That girl loves you, and I know you love her too. Go handle your business,” Kendrick said to me. I shook my head, and my brother, and Bray who were sitting right here, and had heard the entire thing as well, backed the things that Kendrick was telling me.
I knew it was best that I left anyway because my entire vibe was thrown off. I slapped it up with them, let them know that I would chop it up with them later, and I stood up to go.
Crazy how she was the one in the wrong, accused a nigga of cheating, now I gotta be the one to hit her, and try to fix our shit. Crazy man. I swear I loved being in a relationship with my girl, and I loved the shit that we had going on, but this relationship shit is so fuckin complicated. Niggas should have given me a rule book before I hopped my ass in this shit.
Chapter 8
Riot St. James
The sound of my phone vibrating on the couch startled me out of my sleep. I looked around, confused as hell, trying to remember where I was. The TV screen was so bright. The volume was turned low. I was in the living room.
I fell asleep out here, and that’s why I woke up, looking around, all confused. There was a LEGO set in front of me that I had been working on before I dozed off. If I wasn’t reading, then building LEGO sets was another hobby that I had. Amir liked them, and that was our thing to do together, but he wasn’t here with me tonight, and I needed some kind of distraction, which is why I decided to build it in the first place. I needed something to stop me from thinking about Dolo. I don’t know if it’s because my period was on the way, or if I was just genuinely hurting behind him ignoring me, but a bitch was taking this hard.
All I could think about was a conversation that I had with my best friend months ago. This was before Dolo and I even got into a relationship. She told me that she couldn’t wait to see the day where I was crying, and stupid over a man. I remember telling Demi that that would never be me but look at my dumb ass now. I didn’t think I was stupid, but I have been crying a lot. Then, the nigga was ignoring my messages.
I felt like I was losing my mind. I haven’t been to sleep in days, that’s why I’m surprised that I dozed off on the floor like this. The LEGO pieces were all around me, and I was searching around, trying to find my damn phone. I eventually got a hold of it. It managed to slip under the couch.
Once I retrieved it, I saw that Dolo was calling. I haven’t seen his name, and picture flash on my screen in a long time.That’s me being dramatic.It has been four days though, and that feels like forever.