She Used to Be the Sweetest Girl(23)

Moving to another part of the stage, he rapped to the crowd. Standing in the crowd was a pissed off Reilyn. She couldn’t believe this nigga had pulled a girl on stage and it wasn’t her. She wouldn’t have been as mad if it was some groupie chick, because that’s what they do, but it was Brix. She remembered her face from Waffle House and knew she must have meant something to Mel to be showing her this much attention, especially at one of his shows. Squeezing the strap of her Chanel bag, she looked on with hatred as Mel spit his last verse of the song.



“She’s super pretty,” Reilyn’s friend Raven said.



Turning her head slowly, Reilyn gave Raven a death stare before responding, “Are you my friend or hers?”



“What you mean? I was giving the girl her props,” Raven replied back, confused.



“Oh yeah? Well give the bitch her props when you catch a ride with her then,” she spat, before focusing her attention back to Mel.



Raven rolled her eyes in annoyance. Everyone, including Reilyn, knew Young Mel wasn’t fooling with her like that, only she hadn’t gotten the memo. She couldn’t stand how jealous Rei was or how stuck up she could be sometimes. Only reason she hung with her was because she didn’t know anyone in St. Louis when she moved here. Rei befriended her and they’ve been friends ever since, so she thought.



Mel rapped a few more songs after Brix left the stage and the show turned into a party. Since the club didn’t close until four, Carissa, Brix and Lexi decided to hang around. Walking back from the bar, for the third time that night, Carissa sipped her drink, while looking for Pierre. She had been eyeing him all night and was already making plans to leave with him afterwards.



“Brix, are you drunk?” Lexi asked, grinning.



“Yes, girl. I’m good though,” she responded, laughing.



Carissa looked over at the two and grinned. Seeing as though Brix was already drunk, and Lexi rolled with the flow, she knew exactly where she was about to take them. Weaving through the sea of people, she led them right to Shemel’s section where she had just spotted Pierre. The line of thirsty bitches made her roll her eyes, as she sarcastically said excuse me so they could get through. Mel’s bodyguard for the night looked her up and down as she smiled, ready to play him just like she did the bouncer.



“Hey. Can we get through here?” she asked, giving a million-dollar smile.



“Nah. Fall back like the rest of these females.”



“I’m not the rest of these females, obviously,” she replied, smacking her lips.



With a blank stare, the bodyguard shrugged his shoulders, not caring who she was. Omar’s instructions were to not let anybody up without one of them approving it. He wasn’t about to fuck up his money over a groupie.



“But he had me on stage with him. I should be able to come up here,” a drunken Brix said smiling. The bodyguard grinned at her beauty and held his finger up.



“Connects bitch,” Lexi said, laughing at the frown on Carissa’s face.



Turning his back toward the group of women, Larry nodded his head to get Mel’s attention. Walking over with a grin on his face, Shemel asked him wassup.



“These three ladies think you should let them up here,” Larry said, looking at the trio.



Licking his lips, he looked at Brix who had a grin on her face. It was like she knew he was going to let her through, and she wanted to burst the bodyguard’s bubble.



“Yeah, let ‘em in. Nobody else though,” Mel replied, before helping the three up the steps.



Walking into the section, Carissa spoke to Mel, and then smacked her lips at the two females who were all over Pierre. Not wanting to seem like she was tripping off him, she took a seat and grabbed the bottle of unopened Patron, pouring her a glass. Little did she know, Pierre was watching her every move. On the other end of the sectional, Brix and Shemel were in their own world. Brix more so trying to sober up, and Shemel focused on her lips every time she licked them.



“You look good as hell tonight,” Mel told her, while staring at her intently.



“Really? I just threw something on,” she replied modestly. Something else Mel picked up on. Brix wasn’t all into herself like most females he ran into. Her beauty and personality spoke volumes and she didn’t have a clue.



“Did you enjoy the show?” he asked her.



“Actually, I did. Never heard you before, but you're really good,” she said, looking up at him.

“You never heard me before? Damn, that’s shocking,” he replied, really in shock.



“How? Because I don’t listen to all the hood music and guys talking about killing each other?” she said back, scrunching up her face.