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“No, you haven’t said enough! Tell me all the bitches that Jay has in here!” At this point, I was ready to fight and tear this car up.
She turned around and looked at me strangely and then back at the road. “Um...Jay?”
“Yes, Jay! My man, the one that ordered this ride for me since he has my car.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, ma’am, there must be a misunderstanding. The person who ordered this car for you is Weston Jones. He said that you were waiting out front for a while. He called me and asked for me to take you home. He also asked for me to give you my card.” She reached back, never taking her eyes off the road. “If you needed more rides. He will cover the bill.”
I sat back in my seat as my heart did a couple of flutters. I wasn’t expecting that. I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or thankful. I pulled out my phone and sent Weston a text.
Me:You didn’t have to send a car. My boyfriend was on the way.
I knew it was a lie, but Weston had already developed an idea about him, and I didn’t want him to keep clowning him. Three little dots appeared, and I held my breath, waiting for his reply.
Weston:You’re welcome.
Weston:Also, stop covering for that nigga. You and I both know he ain’t shit.
My mouth dropped open. Of course, Jay had his flaws, but Weston was on the outside trying to look in.
Me:Watch your mouth. You don’t know him to sit here and talk shit about him.
I wanted to say more, but I had to remember he was paying for me to get home.
Weston:I know enough. A woman of your caliber can do better.
Me:And who could that be?
By the time I pulled up to my place, Weston still had not replied. I guess he didn’t have a response to that because he couldn’t think of anyone. I thanked and apologized to Ms. Leslie.
I looked around the parking lot and noticed my car was there. My blood boiled. The entire time, Jay was home. I moved at a quicker speed, taking the apartment steps two at a time. I stormed through the door, and the smell of ramen noodles hit my nose. I gagged. That smell haunted me now at my adult age, being that I ate so much of it in college. I looked over at the couch, and Jay laid there with his hands in his boxers, mouth open, snoring so loud that the walls were rattling.
I became even more frustrated because his phone laid on his chest, which meant he should’ve heard me calling. I stormed over and slapped his chest with all the frustration inside of me.
“Wake your ass up, Jay!”
He jumped out of his sleep. “What the fuck, Ta?”
“Don’t what the fuck me! Your ass is here asleep, and I’m fucking stranded at work.”
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Oh, fuck, baby. My bad, I was tired from cooking for you.”
I looked at the messy ass kitchen and rolled my eyes. “Fucking noodles, Jay?”
“It’s your favorite, right?” He smiled brightly as if he had just brought me a thousand-dollar steak. I rolled my eyes and stormed to my bedroom, slamming the door. I fell back on the bed, taking deep breaths to stop from crashing out on Jay. My thoughts ended up going back to Weston. A woman like me and a man like Weston would never mix. We had two different definitions of happiness.
I heard footsteps and then a knock at the door. I rolled my eyes.
“What, Jay?”
“Um...did you do a DoorDash?”
“What? No! Why are you asking me that?” I asked, annoyed.
“There was a knock at the door. When I went to answer, it was a Door Dasher.”
I pulled myself up from the bed and walked down the small hall. Jay had already brought the food inside. I looked at the receipt and saw that it had my name and my address on it. I thought to myself, did I accidentally butt dial and place a DoorDash order? I reached for my purse to retrieve my phone and saw that I had a text from Weston.
Weston:I’m sure he didn’t keep his word. Enjoy your dinner.
