She Used to Be the Sweetest Girl(9)

The Dee look-alike walked over and took their drink orders before leaving to retrieve them. Walking back over, she asked if they were ready to order. She stopped when she got to Fatz and asked, “You sure you okay sitting here? You look a little uncomfortable.”



Again, not being able to control their laughter, they all burst out laughing. She had an embarrassed look on her face, but was genuinely concerned for the young man.



“I’m good, Dee. Can you make sure you bring extra butter though? A nigga don’t think he gone be able to get up once I’m done eating,” he replied, making her grin. She was glad he didn’t take her concern offensively and could joke about it. That’s what she liked most about her job, putting a smile on the customer’s faces. She grinned and told him she would before finishing up her rounds.



Shemel sat in his booth, going through emails, tweets, and statuses he had been tagged in. He clicked on his Snapchat app and smirked when he saw some young cats rapping along to his latest mixtape. The love he got from his city was definitely appreciated and he vowed to put them on in more ways than one. Although his family was behind majority of the killings, he still showed face at the big name community events. His pops had top officials on payroll and all they asked is that they show a little interest in what the city was trying to promote, which was nonviolence. For Shemel, he could fuck with it. The more connects he had, the better.



Pierre on the other hand hated that fake shit. He hated smiling all in them white mufuckas faces, when he was the one keeping their pockets fat and feeding their families. He had only been to one event, and that was the Annual Hoop-A-Thon the neighborhoods put on every year. Other than that, he was toting his gun wherever he went and disregarding what the cops wanted.



After placing his order, Shemel got up to take a leak. Being in the booth and constantly drinking water, had him backed up. Once done handling his business and washing his hands, he walked out, hearing laughter come from his table.



“Man, here we go,” he sighed while staring at one of his old flings. He and Reilyn, or Rei as she liked to be called, had a “thing” going on for about two years now. Mel had cut her off or tried to at least. He knew what type of chick she was off top, but she still played the innocent role, which always won Shemel over. She was so high-maintenance it didn’t make sense. Reilyn’s daddy was on payroll for the St. Louis Cardinals, working in the marketing department. He spoiled his daughter to the extreme and expected for everyone else to follow suit. Mel was cool with it at first, because he actually dug her bubbly personality, but the bitch in her started to show and he fell back some. He couldn’t lie though; the thick mixed chick had definitely caught his attention, and he was hoping she wasn’t on any crazy shit today.



Walking back over to his booth, he slid in, only nodding his head toward Rei. She was standing in front of his cousins’ table, laughing at what he assumed was something funny one of the two had said. Her group of friends had already taken their seats and joined the crew. Going out of his way to speak, well not really, but interrupting their convo was not what he was about to do. He didn’t have to either because as soon as he pulled his phone out, Rei slid in next to him.



“Hey stranger,” she said, smiling wide.



Mel couldn’t help but smile back. “What’s good with you?” he asked smoothly. He didn’t know why she had sat that close to him, when there was plenty of room on the bench.



“Not much. Just came to get breakfast with the girls,” she replied, picking up his menu the waitress forgot to grab.



“That’s wassup. How you been? You looking good,” Mel complimented her, while letting his eyes roam over her body. He knew it would boost her head, but he gave props where props were due, and she deserved that one. She was rocking some Pink sweat pants and a bubble coat, with some glittery Ugg boots. The pants she had on made her thick thighs, which he was sure she inherited from her mama’s side, look edible.



“Thanks boo. You know me, I’ve been good. I’d be better though if you hadn’t stopped returning my calls,” she said, placing the menu down. Yes, she was hungry, but she had been waiting to have this conversation with Shemel, and what better timing than now.



“I told you, I ain’t with all the bullshit you be on. I’m too grown for the kid games.”



Reilyn would turn extra petty if she didn’t get her way, and Shemel hated that shit. She’d tweet him dumb shit, making it seem like they were more than what they were. She posted pictures of him sleep on her Instagram and Facebook with hashtags and heart signs, and he wasn’t feeling the stunts she pulled. He didn’t care about posting the picture; it was what she placed in the captions that pissed him off.