She Used to Be the Sweetest Girl(10)

Rei’s other male friends had told her plenty of times “Posting quotes ain’t gone get that nigga to love you ma”, but she didn’t care. Females wanted everything to be known nowadays and sought validation from every mufucka on social media. When in fact, the relationship wasn’t even what it seemed. A picture is one thing, but to go in detail about how they been rocking and how he holds her down was childish shit. The most Mel ever bought her was dinner and a Plan B pill the next morning. She wanted to stunt on his name, so he cut her off.



“How is it kid games, Shemel? What, I’m good enough to fuck, but not good enough to make your girlfriend?” she asked, while rolling her neck.



“See, there you go with the unnecessary drama. If all you think of yourself as is an easy fuck, aye, that’s on you. I told you from jump what this was,” he said, reminding her. He had explained to her on numerous occasions why he wanted to be single, but she just wouldn’t take no for an answer.



“But that’s not fair and you know it. I caught feelings for you and so did you for me, so don’t even think about lying,” she whined.



“You right, I did. I ain’t gone lie, but that shit dead now ma. I got more important things to focus on,” he said, as the waitress placed his food on the table.



“Are you ordering as well?” Dee look alike asked Reilyn.



“No, I’ll just eat off his plate,” she answered.



Mel brought his head up from his prayer so quick and looked at her. “No the hell you won’t. I ain’t ate since—” he started to say, but was cut off when he seen a familiar face walk through the entryway.



Brix and her mother walked through the restaurant's door, ready to get their grub on. Church service had let out twenty minutes prior, and they were starving. Glancing around, Brix placed her attention on the booths filled with black young men before her eyes focused on Mr. Wright himself. Shemel was in awe of her Sunday morning attire, and if Reilyn didn’t have him cornered in, he would have stood up to greet the pair.



Brix wore a buttoned down, long sleeved shirt that looked more like a dress, underneath a maroon and black fur vest, black ankle booties and what Shemel loved the most, her burgundy lipstick. Both times, they had encountered each other, she was just getting off work, and the other she had pajamas on. To see her dressed up and knowing she had probably just left church, instantly brought a smile to Mel’s handsome face.



Reilyn was waiting for him to finish his sentence, but realized something, more like someone, had his attention. Facing in the direction Mel was focused on, she curled her lips up at Brix. Sure her outfit was cute, but Reilyn was the name brand queen. She knew none of Brix’s garments were made by her favorite designers. Reilyn liked to shop at the basic stores, for her basic clothing sometimes, but would not dare step out in anything generic or fake. The fur Brix was rocking wasn’t real, but Brix didn’t care. It was cute, she liked it, and she matched. Plus, it was affordable, which to her, won above everything else.



Brix returned Shemel’s smile, not the least bit concerned about Reilyn as she continued to mug her. She didn’t know the girl. Hell, she barely knew Shemel, so she just smiled. Her pastor had preached on the topic of kindness at church service that morning, and she knew this was a test. Taking a booth on the opposite side of the restaurant, but still facing Mel, she began to look over the menu. Mrs. Carla did the same and started a conversation after the waitress came over to take their order.



“Church was good this morning, wasn’t it?” Mrs. Carla asked Brix, but got no reply.



Focusing her attention on Shemel, Brix ignored her mother’s question as they stared at one another. Turning her head around to see who had her daughter so intrigued, a smile appeared upon Mrs. Carla’s face.



“Why you just staring child? Go speak or something,” she said, snapping her fingers at Brix.

Quickly realizing she had zoned out, Brix shook her head in confusion. “What’d you say, ma?”

“Go speak to the young man.”



“Definitely not. He has someone with him and that would be rude of me to interrupt their date.”



“Well, I’ll just wave him over,” she said, turning in her seat. Waving her hand in the air to signal Shemel, he asked Rei to scoot out the way real quick. Pulling his pants up, he walked over to their area.



“Good morning, you both look lovely,” he said, making both women blush.



“Well aren’t you the charmer. Thank you,” Mrs. Carla said grinning.