“Have you been okay, though?” I ask as I dust the salt from the fries off my fingers. “The blogs have been a little brutal about you.”
Shaddy regards me as he sucks soda out his straw. It takes everything in me not to stare at his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“I’m straight. In therapy, so…”
“A therapist would have a field day with my ass. How is that?”
I practically hear his walls go up as he shrugs, so now it’s my turn to reach out for his hand.
“Now, look, I know we’re new friends and all, but I see how everyone tiptoes around you. I’m not finna do that. I’m a bull in a china shop, always, if me making us swerve is any indication.You push, I push back, hard, so all that aloofness is dead with me. So Ima ask again; how’s therapy, Shaddy?”
That jaw of his clenches as we have a stare off, but he doesn’t even know. As a little sister, I’m used to this. I can wait out a nigga for days if I have to.
I see the moment he realizes it because one corner of his mouth lifts. “I feel like being friends with you is gonna be a whirlwind.”
I shrug and pop a fry in my mouth. “So I’ve heard.”
“There you go again alluding to these other muthafuckas you know.”
“Aight, okay. Be real with me, and I’ll tell you who be–”
“Oh,hell no!You’re ignoring my calls but on a date with this hippo bitch!”
This skinny ass girl waltzes up to us, takes my water and throws it in Shaddy’s face like it’s nothing.
I’m out my chair so fucking fast, you’d think that was actually my nigga. My hand wraps around them brown tracks and I yank her head down until we’re eye level.
Big buff security niggas come out of nowhere and try and get in the middle of us, but Shaddy doesn't let them get close to me. He pulls me behind him, and only then do I let go of this bitch’s hair.
That’s when I notice the cameraman.
The fuck is going on here?
“Sahara, what the fuck are you doing here?” Shaddy seethes.
Saharais trying to finger comb that weave of hers, but it’s no use. She has the nerve to look hurt as she glares at Shaddy. “I’m filming a scene here and then I see you on adatewith that–”
“I eat bitches like you for breakfast. Tread lightly.” I try to step around Shaddy but his arm shoots out and wraps around me.
Black Barbie’s nostrils flare as she witnesses it, and I can’t help but wink at her.
Shaddy turns and glares at me. “Chill out. Go wait in the car while I talk to Sahara.”
My neck jerks, and it doesn't make it any better when that bitch smirks at me.
“What?”
“Mace.Go.”
I don’t even know why my chest tightens. I don’t know this nigga foreal, not personally. And he calling her Sahara, so I know that’s the IG model bitch he’s been dealing with for years.
Of course he’d choose her over me.
I snatch up my purse and walk toward the parking lot, tuning out him telling her to get the cameras away from him.
But I keep walking. All the way to a cafe, and call a rideshare from there.
That nigga don’t run me, and that lil tough guy shit he did ain’t do nothing but make me gassy.
