“You’re the trending topic. Andrea’s been on a roll, calling you every name she can on social media. I think you inadvertently gave her a storyline for next season.” Tasha reveals with a frown. “A lot of people have been defending you, though. Many people said Andrea deserved to get her ass whupped.”
“Well, I’m not proud of that.” I shake my head. I never thought in a million years I would get into a fight with my mother and here I am, trending topic amongst the Love and Hip-Hop crowd. Some people would love to be in my position and I actually loathe it.
“Gloria’s been asking about your whereabouts. We told her we didn’t know where you were. She wants to speak to you as well.” Tasha replies.
There’s another reason why Gloria and I don’t have a good relationship. She’s always liked Andrea and they’re still close to this day. Whatever ill feelings Gloria has, I don’t doubt have come indirectly from Andrea. “Of course she does. She likes Andrea.” I shrug. I’m starting to feel a little heat on me and I know this weekend will not turn out as I planned if I stay here. “I’m going to head out. Just get away for a few days.”
“Going to Savior’s?” SoundCloud asks.
“I don’t know yet. Not sure how badly he wants me there as an overnight guest for several days.” I take out my Android with the cracked screen and text Savior, asking him if the offer to spend the night with him was still on the table.
I get an instant reply:You can stay anytime you want, gorgeous. See you soon.
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After Savior texted me his address and gate code, I headed towards his way. I packed an overnight bag full of clothing and a toothbrush. I also packed a razor and shaving cream because I doubt I would have time to see Charlene to get my head shaved so I’ll have to do it myself and hope I don’t cut my head.
As Chloe and Halle serenaded me, I wonder if everything going on is a sign that maybe it’s time for me to move out of Inglewood. It seems there’s more drama each time I go back home and if I’m trying to do better for myself, I’m going have to leave some people behind.
Not that I’m anxious to go live with Savior. For one, it’s too soon for us to be living together and even I’m side-eyeing us spending the night so often so soon. It’s not that I feel uncomfortable in Bel-Air but I’m not quite sure if I feel right on home, neither. I do know wherever I end up, there won’t be a question as to if I fit in.
The thought of leaving L.A. has become louder with each passing day. There’s still a lot I can do here but I want to explore the world and see what happens. Maybe I might find my home in Italy or maybe even Atlanta. Maybe I’ll realize L.A. was always where I was supposed to be.
I can only find out.
As I pull up to the cobblestone driveway, Savior walks out to greet me. I park the SUV and he opens the driver’s door. “There’s my gorgeous,” he greets me with a sensual kiss. “How was the drive, baby?”
“Better now that I’m here.” I unbuckle and Savior takes out my overnight bag before he leads me inside. “I brought over enough clothing for the weekend, if that’s okay?”
“That’s perfect,” he leads us upstairs to his bedroom and sets the bag down on a chaise lounge. Savior’s bedroom looks so amazing at night. The dulce de leche walls illuminate with sconces and I see the illuminated indigo pool right outside the sliding door. The four-poster California King bed is prominent.
“Are you hungry, baby?” He asks.
“Yeah, didn’t eat much.” I reply. The drama back in Inglewood forced me not to eat. At least I know Andrea would be happy. The thought of having a daughter who was heavier than her is the worse thing.
“Follow me,” he leads me out of the bedroom and we walk down to the kitchen. Savior’s kitchen is roughly the size of my living room, dining room, and kitchen. All of the cabinetry is white and custom-made, with an added refrigerator just for wines.
All of the gadgets look expensive and state of the art, and I’m sure a few of them are in the four figures. There’s a massive skylight in the ceiling that shines down on Savior in the kitchen, giving him a sent by God feel.
There are two ovens in addition to the two islands. The leather seats have an adjustable height so I don’t feel so short looking at him as he prepares dinner. He seems a bit of an expert in the kitchen, opening and closing various cabinets with such ease, as if he knows where everything is. I’ve heard of some rich people having so much excess, they didn’t know how their refrigerator operated.
“Vegan fajitas?” He asks. “We’ll probably have steak for dinner tomorrow at the gala.”
“Sure.” I’ve had a little vegan food and it was pretty good, I have to admit. Whenever I got sick, Tasha made sure all I ate was vegan and vegetarian so I didn’t clog up my system with even more crap. I have to give her high ass some credit; I felt better within days.
Savior whips up the dish in record time and we’re eating vegan fajitas in quiet calmness. We don’t talk about anything; we just enjoy our food. Afterward, Savior takes our plates and cleans up, while I go out into the balcony and look up at the stars.
I think about everything that has transpired within the last week and I wonder about many things. Andrea. My daddy. My home. Savior. Over a week ago, I never dreamed I would be at some rich dude’s home and looking up at the stars. Now I’m standing in a home worth millions, with the same rich dude who’s now my boyfriend, and my life can only go up from here.
I need to start looking at colleges and applying. Hopefully, the late admission fee won’t kick my ass too much. As much as I would love to say I wanted to get the hell out of L.A., every university I’m looking at is here: USC, Loyola Marymount, and UC Riverside.
A weird sadness placates across my chest as I think about the future. Savior probably won’t be in it. For one, I don’t see him waiting for me like he promised. Two, after I graduate from college and maybe go to law school, we won’t see each other. I’ll be too busy studying and he’ll be too busy with cases to care. It just wouldn’t work.
I just need to enjoy this as much as I can and for as long as I can.
“May I join you?” Savior leans against the balcony wall and looks back at me. “Hey there.”
“Hey.” I smile. “What’s up?”
