She Used to Be the Sweetest Girl(52)

“Brix, I’m gonna start cleaning up out here okay?” Lexi said. Her stomachache hadn’t gone away completely, but she felt slightly better after sipping on a can of sprite.

“You feel better?” Brix asked.

“Yeah. I’m fine. I know you have a certain amount of time you can be in here and I don’t want you to get charged extra.”

“Okay, thank you. I’ll be out there in a second.”

Walking over to Brix, her mama gave her a hug while rubbing her back.

“Everything is going to be fine. It always is,” she said before heading back out front. Her back was hurting her a little, but other than that, she was fine. She had been feeling a lot better lately, thanks to her physical therapy sessions.

Waiting until she was out of the room, Carissa started talking.

“You fucked her up,” Carissa chuckled.

“Yeah, I see,” Brix replied, stretching her hand in and out.

The pain was written all over her face as she flexed her hand. A look of sadness could be seen as well. Not being the one to mask her feelings well, she couldn’t hide her emotions no matter how hard she tried. If she was feeling some type of way, you’d know by her facial expression.

“I know you’re sad, but you can’t let this get you down. Just be glad his true colors showed before you went any further with him,” Carissa told her.

“I’m not going to lie. I am sad, but I’m more upset than anything. I mean, I should have saw this coming. He kept telling me he was different and how he just wanted to get to know me, and you know it sounded good. I was actually letting my guard down some. Soon as I start to fall a little bit, he reminded me exactly why I don’t do this whole, get to know you, date thing. What’s the point if all he was going to do was hurt me in the end anyway? Nah, I’m not sad. I’m mad as hell for even allowing him to waste my time. Fuck him,” she spat.

She was most definitely upset if she was cursing. The words sounded foreign coming from her tongue, but held so much emotion that you knew she meant it.

“That’s right bestie. Fuck him! At least you got a car out the deal,” Carissa chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood.

Smiling weakly she replied, “Yep, and I’m going to do exactly what he told me I should do to repay him. Stunt on these hoes, including him.”

Shemel was about to be in for a rude awakening. He thought Brix had given him the cold shoulder before; it was about to be even worse. She was going to treat him just like he wanted to be treated; like an ain’t shit nigga. Walking out to the front, the two began to clean up the venue. Although the event was free of charge, tips were accepted. There was a tip jar in the front when you first walked in and one on the dessert table. Uncle Karl and Lexi had aligned and stacked the money in Brix’s deposit box for her to count later on. She didn’t want to wait until later on and pulled it from underneath the table.

Removing the rubber band, she flipped through the bills easily. She counted money for a living at work every day so this was nothing new to her. With a grin on her face, she patted the money in the palm of her hand. Five hundred dollars had been accumulated easily from tips alone. With the wheels spinning in her head, Brix began to plot on her next event. She figured if she charged and people still tipped, she could make well over a grand. Hopefully, this little fiasco that took place wouldn’t hinder her sales.

She and her crew continued to clean up and pack things away. Despite the day’s drama, today had been a good day. Brix accomplished something she loved doing, beating some ass in between, and making money while doing so. The ill feelings she harbored towards Shemel and his scandalous ways were about to create a monster. Her focus from now on was going to be solely on her businesses and collecting her funds. For all she cared, he could shove whatever hope he had of them being together up his ass, since he was so full of shit.





Twelve

Holding his phone under the table, Shemel sent what seemed like the hundredth text message to Brix. She had yet to reply to any of his messages and it was killing him. He knew something wasn’t right, but had no clue what it could be. Seeing as though he had bought her a car right before he left, Shemel figured she was busy. That had never stopped her from responding before though. Brix could be dead to the world sleep and feel her phone vibrate and wake up to text him. That wasn’t happening anymore though and hadn’t been for the past week.

Shemel and his team had been out in Atlanta going on week two and hadn’t got to experience the nightlife at all. His manager had meetings lined up back to back with people and wanted Shemel to deliver at his best. This wasn’t like the performance, where he could get turned up and still perform. His career was on the line and so was his managers. They had no time nor room for fuck ups, especially in the rap industry. One mistake or bad dealing and they’d try and tarnish your name forever.