the big v wattys2016
Blog #33:
The part of my bed I had yet to venture to was ice cold, making the hairs on my arm stick up as I brushed against the sheets. I twisted and turned for another 5 minutes. It was almost as if I were already awake, heavily anticipating my alarm.
Work is where I'm at peace and leave behind all the drama. That's right- I'm The Game's new interior designer.
Well, technically not because he wanted the pool area done to see if I did good with that. You know, baby steps. If he's satisfied, he said we'll see about his game room; which he wants equipped with a hover board, pool table, flat screen and arcade games.
The alarm went off in my ear and I immediately poked my head from under the covers to awkwardly examine the room.
I'm really starting to love this new set up. With a two-bedroom apartment, I don't necessarily have to share a room with two other girls. And I wouldn't if they weren't all I've got right now.
One room's for studying and watching Netflix, and the other is my sanctuary. After the whole Alpha Delta Phi situation blew up, LaLa, Amy and myself decided it'd be best to separate ourselves.
After their poor excuse for investigating, I want nothing to do with that sorority and I'll do everything in my power to bring it down.
Our room has a bed at the window, one to the right of the room and one bed to the left. I of course have the bed to the left of the room, and a make up section behind my bed. Some routines die hard.
Turning off the alarm and climbing out of bed, I threw on some neutral make up and a grey pair of sweatpants from PINK to match my grey hoodie.
LaLa walked in the room with a coffee in her hand. Her hair was in rollers and she was still in her pajamas- despite her classes starting early in the morning. She curled up on her bed in the middle of the room and checked her Twitter.
LaLa: "Damn, you're up early." she giggled, sipping her coffee.
B: "Gotta make this money. You seen Amy?" I gathered all my stuff and sat it at the end of my bed.
LaLa: "You just missed her by an hour or so. Said she wanted to go to some yoga class before her therapy session, which you're supposed to be giving her a ride to."
B: "Shit, that's today?" I asked, slicking my hair back into a bun.
LaLa: "B, you need to get a grip. I swear after we all moved in together it's like your life became books and that damn pool. We miss you." she persisted, sipping her coffee.
I rolled my eyes and applied some edge control. Thinking about the busy day ahead of me I realized I need a break every once and a while, too.
B: "I signed up online to mentor a group of girls and I think you should help me." I said, turning around and walking over to her bed. "It'll be fun."
LaLa: "I don't think that's such a good idea. I'm not the best with little kids."
B: "Actually, they're teen girls. Apparently they get into so much trouble that the people at the center don't know what to do with them anymore. They call them the 'fab five'." I mocked.
LaLa: "If it means we can spend time together, sure."
B: "Thanks love. I gotta get to Game's house. See you later." I grabbed my keys from the kitchen counter.
With a little under an hour left to spare, I had three stops to make: main campus book store to buy a book for math, meet with my professor and The Brew for my daily dose of raisin bagels and cream cheese.
My stomach growled at the thought, but I buckled my seatbelt and sped off, checking the clock every 3 minutes. The stop I wanted to make most was last on my list of priorities, so naturally I haul-assed to speed up the process.
I parked in the parking lot on main campus and ran into the lecture hall to meet my professor about my C- on an exam. When I walked in he didn't have a class, but to my surprise I saw Tommy already in a heated discussion with Professor Fields.
B: "Tommy? I didn't know you took calculous II." I said, walking down to the front of the room.
Tommy: "I'm not sure how longer that'll be the case." he said under his breath.
Professor Fields: "You know what? This is perfect. You both want exceptional passing grades on the last exam so I'll make you a deal, Teddy."
Tommy: "It's Tommy."
Professor Fields: "That's what I said. Now if you both tutor each other and retake the exam Saturday morning and make a B or higher, I'll give you both 90%. How does that sound?" he asked, scratching his bald head.
The first thing I thought was this has got to be a joke. The old man was at least in 60's, wore sweater vests and the same kaki's everyday and was known as the toughest professor on campus. But he didn't have to tell me twice and I wasn't going to question him.
B: "No problem, Tommy we'll set up a time for tomorrow." I said, walking back up towards the doors.
Tommy: "Is he serious?"
B: "Tommy shut up!" I shouted, grabbing for the door.
Tommy: "B, wait!" I turned around.
B: "Did I leave something down there?"
Tommy: "No. Ricky just told me if I saw you to tell you to please call him."
B: "Goodbye Tommy."
I walked out, no hesitation. I hadn't seen Ricky or Nick since the night of The Winter Royale and planned to keep it that way.
Next stop: pick up a calculous II book at the campus book store.
I walked on foot since it was only a building over from the campus café. My ducking and dodging has gotten me this far from running into Ricky. Even going to unnecessary measures.
Cashier: "To rent this book for a semester will be $120."
It was better than paying $200-300 for a book I was only going to use for a semester.
With only 25 minutes to spare and Game's house 10 minutes from The Brew, I'd have only 15 minutes. Then again, The Brew is crowded on Thursday mornings.
I texted Joseph to tell him I'd be 10 minutes late because of traffic, giving myself some wiggle room to be late- all for a bagel and some cream cheese.
I parked down the block from The Brew to avoid looking for a parking spot for 20 minutes. I walked in and waited in line for 10 minutes. Looking around, I saw no signs of Ricky.
As I got closer to the register, I pulled out my wallet scrambling for change and got a text back from Joseph.
Joe 🤗: You have 20 minutes.
I frowned but switched up real quick when I got to the register. I ordered what I needed but was 50 cents short.
"Give me a second." I told the cashier, digging through my purse knowing damn well I was broke.
"I'll pay for her." A deep voice stated.
A voice I knew all too well.
I stood there with my arms crossed at my chest as the lady handed me my money back and took Ricky's card.
He stood next to me, tall and cocky like he just won the lottery. But truth be told, he can't win back my friendship with a damn bagel.
I walked out and grabbed the car keys so I could hop in as soon as I got to the door. And with good reason, since Ricky was right on my ass with the coffee, raisin bagel and cream cheese I ordered.
Ricky: "You know, most girls just say 'thanks'."
B: "I look like most girls to you?" I said, going around the car.
He stepped in front of the driver's door.
Ricky: "Stop being so stubborn. Just take it!"
B: "No! I don't want to owe you anything."
Ricky: "B, it's a gift from me to you. How many times do I have to say sorry about that night?"
B: "If I take the coffee and bagel, will you get out of my way?"
Ricky: "Only if you take the cream cheese, too."
I graciously took the food from his hands and opened the car door as he walked on the pavement. As soon as I put the key in the ignition, I rolled down the passenger door window so he could hear me.
B: "This doesn't mean I forgive you."
Ricky: "My grandma always said food is the way to a woman's heart. It's a start, right?"
B: "Goodbye Ricky."
I drove to Game's house nearly finished my food. Pulling up to the gate and pulling in just in time, I peeped The Game standing on his front door steps.
Game: "What kind of car is that, B?" he asked, sitting on the steps.
B: "Why? You trying to pay my bills?" I sat beside him.
Game: "I was just trying to make conversation, damn." he said smirking, rubbing his chin.
B: "Im celibate."
Game: "What? Why everything gotta be sexual with yall ladies? I just need you to do me a favor. Can you go to the airport and pick up this beautiful foreign I have flying in?"
I scrunched up my face and readjusted my bun as if it'd help me hear better.
B: "I am not your assistant and I have other things to do after I leave here. I'm here because I'm just supposed to be making appointments with construction workers and putting final details on the tiles around the pool."
Game: "And I understand that. But Joe and I can't relate to her like you ladies can. I just feel like yall could communicate and vibe better together. All I need you to do is pick her up and show her to her hotel. She foreign so she doesn't know anything."
B: "Absolutely not. The last time I met one of ya lil birds, it was messy and I stopped working for you. This is the only good thing I have going for me right now. I don't want to jeopardize that."
Game: "I don't have 'birds'. I'm just sampling right now, and I think she the entrée." he smiled, licking his lips.
I remember the days when I used to make niggas giddy like that.
B: "If you don't mind me asking, what's she like?"
Game: "She's a Brazilian beauty with her own waist trainer line in Europe and Brazil."
B: "If you really care about her, I'll do it. Under one condition: I can borrow any car I want for a month."
Game: "Only my girl can even touch my car. But I do want you to pull up in style. Follow me to the garage." he said, shutting the house door behind me as I walked in.
We walked to the garage and when he flicked on the lights, my eyes lit up. There were 4 cars in front of me, the priciest being the all black Aventador.
B: "So you gonna let me drive your Aventador or G wagon?" I asked, examining the 4 cars.
Game: "No. But what you can drive is the all white Benz for now."
B: "Are you serious?" I asked, hopping in the car."
Game: "The keys are in the glove compartment. If you gonna pick up Sasha, you have to play the part."
B: "There's no part to play. You got me in a Mercedes Benz right now but when I make it big this won't be a 'part', but a way of life."
Game: "I like the way you think. You have all you need?" he asked nonchalantly, opening the garage door.
B: "More than everything!" I hollered, sitting back and adjusting the rear-view mirror. "I have a question."
Game: "Wassup?"
B: "I thought only your girl could touch your car."
Game: "And she will when you pick her up from the airport. I'll send you the info."
He tapped the car twice and headed inside. I left the house and made my way to the airport thinking.
While at a red light I texted Amy that I'd be there shortly. She offered almost a week ago to be a part of her therapy session. I declined, but with so much going on I wouldn't mind sitting down with somebody and just talking.
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He had this girl flying in on a private jet. I got out the car and propped myself against the hood of my car, scrolling down my timeline on Twitter.
I heard the clinking of her heels as she stepped down the jet stairs like a fragile Barbie. Her curls complimented the black Gucci glasses that framed her face.
She had on a tight pencil skirt to match the bra and I instantly did a double take on her Louis Vuitton heels, slowly sliding by the rocks on the ground.
She possessed the walk of Naomi Campbell, instead of looking like her legs were practically glued together because of that tight ass skirt. I put my phone in my back pocket and walked up to her.
B: "You must be Sasha."
Sasha: "Oi, and you?" she asked, with her thick accent.
B: "Huh? Oh that means yes.. Right. Umm, I'm B." I put out my hand and she looked at me like I was crazy.
Sasha: "That's nice. Where's Jayceon?"
B: "He'll meet you at the hotel after his meeting. For now, I'll take you there." I said, walking toward my car.
Sasha: "A meeting? He said he was running with his trainer."
B: "That's what I said."
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Driving Sasha to the hotel was like being slowly burried alive. She's so vain and conceded, constantly checking the mirror and going on about The Game.
Jayceon this.
Jayceon that.
I gladly dumped her as at The Four Seasons, went back to Game's to finish what I was supposed to do in the first place, then rushed back to the apartment to pick up Amy.
She was half asleep on the couch until she heard the door slam.
Amy: "Took you long enough. You ready to go?" she asked, sitting up.
Her feet were propped up on the arm of the couch and it was the first time I've seen her peacefully sleep for the past 2 months.
Night sweats and nightmares from that night always seem to interrupt our sleep around four in the morning- everyday.
B: "Sorry I took so long. Did you ask you therapist if it's okay for me to still come in with you?"
Amy: "No but I'm sure it'll be fine. I got some news about the case but decided I'd rather wait until we get in the therapy session with Vanessa. Sorry."
B: "You don't have to apologize to me. And Vanessa, who?"
Amy: "That's my therapist's name. She's young, so she doesn't like being called Ms. Now come on before we're late!"
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I impatiently tapped my foot along the leg of my chair, sitting in the waiting room of Amy's therapist's office. I seriously considered getting my own therapy sessions, but didn't want to make it all about me.
Every tick of the clock made me cringe and I was ecstatic when I finally heard our names through the whispers of the low key, luxurious office.
"B and Amy, she's ready to see you now." the woman smiled, getting up from her desk.
She had a limp when she leaned from her right to her left. Amy's majoring in nursing, so I noticed her raise an eyebrow at the woman's walk.
She was a little heavy, in her mid-40's, with greasy hair and glasses. She also had on a tank top and jeans that went to her ankles- in 40 degree weather.
Amy: "What's your name again?" she asked the receptionist as we walked to the therapist's door. She knocked, but got no answer.
"Ms. Picket. Nice to see you back, Amy. And your friend?"
B: "Hi, I'm B. Nice to meet you." she shook my hand with a huge, contagious smile plastered on her face.
Amy: "Can I ask what happened to your leg, Ms. Picket?"
Ms. Picket: "Caught some kids in my house the other night. They stole my family necklace- passed down from generation to generation. Just my luck to be the one to lose it, right?" she fake laughed, exposing her yellow teeth.
Amy: "Well that's not your fault. But how'd that affect your foot?"
Ms. Picket: "Well it was around 4:30 in the morning. I haven't been able to sleep lately, and went downstairs for a glass of water. That was when I caught one of the little bastards cutting around the corner, coming from out of my kitchen. I hit her with one good lick, right in her cheek and she kicked me in the leg. It's still bruised but I'm living."
B: "I'm sorry that happened to you."
Ms. Picket: "Some people have problems. Being here 24/7, I'm used to it."
B: "Who would steal a family heirloom?"
Ms. Picket: "I'm guessing they pawned it. It was diamond-encrusted, with a fancy font in the letter R. I know I'm never getting that back." she sighed.
The door cracked open and it was Amy's therapist, on her way back to her seat.
Ms. Picket: "Well go in ladies."
Amy: "Thanks Vicky have a good day. By the way, I think you're going through menopause."
I laughed while we walked in and shut the door behind us. Amy's therapist didn't say a word.
We sat down at the two chairs in front of the polished desk, in the very middle of the room with the background being a big window, overlooking the city. I smiled in awe.
Therapist: "Okay ladies let's get started. Amy, I'm assuming this is B? A pleasure to meet you, I've heard so much." she smiled.
B: "Nice to meet you." I extended my arm to shake her hand. "What should I call you."
"My name's Vanessa. I'm going to start off with you and I want you to know there's nothing I haven't heard before. I am young but I've got a lot of experience so keep it 100 with me and I'll do the same. I'm going to ask you a series of questions about the night of The Winter Royale. Is that okay?"
B: "If it's okay with Amy. I know this can be painful for you." I grabbed Amy's hand as she looked at me, almost emotionally distant.
Amy: "I'm fine. This is about you, right now. Something that night changed you. You don't hang out with LaLa and I anymore and you're all about work. That's not like you."
B: "Maybe it's a new me."
Vanessa: "You say maybe- are you uncertain?"
B: "I'd say I'm not sure about who I am yet or how I am, but who really is?"
Vanessa: "Good answer- answering a question with a question." she said blankly, with her finger to her cheek.
She wrote something down in the notepad on her lap.
Vanessa: "Why don't we start from the beginning of the day? I want you to continue holding Amy's hand. Know that she's here for you. Close your eyes. Think of how you felt that day, the weather, the quality of your hair and the emotions that drove you through that day. The little things. Let's start with the morning. How'd you feel?"
B: "Jittery. Anxious." I said with my eyes still closed. I peeked a little, to see her writing something down.
Amy: "No peeking."
Vanessa: "Anxious, nervous? Or anxious, excited?"
B: "A little bit of both. Especially because I knew something would go wrong."
Vanessa: "Okay let's fast forward to the part of the day where you feel like things went wrong. Where were you, what were you doing, and how were you feeling?"
B: "I was in the Alpha Delta house, in my room getting dressed for the Winter Royale. When he walked in, I felt... content. Like I wanted him to chase me, but not at Nick's expense."
Vanessa: "Was there some guilt there?"
B: "An overwhelming sense of guilt."
Vanessa: "When? Why?"
B: "After we had sex. While we were having sex. It was like he was my drug and I was selling everything just for another taste of normalcy. Of happiness- my relationship with Nick, my self respect.. all for 2 hours with him."
Vanessa: "Okay let's fast forward some more. To the Winter Royale. What was the turning point of the night?"
B: "The look on Nick and Ricky's face when it came up that... Ricky and I had sex earlier that day." I started to tear up and felt Amy's hand rub my shoulder.
Amy: "I'm curious.. Why-" Vanessa cut her off.
B: "No it's okay. What?" I said calmly, looking at her.
Amy: "Why were you worried about the look on Ricky's face?"
B: "Why wouldn't I be?"
Vanessa: "Okay close your eyes again, and think about it for a second. Take your time. What made you concerned for Ricky?"
B: "The look of disgust on his face. They both looked me in the eyes with pitty and suddenly it was like.. Like I was the common enemy."
Vanessa: "Would you say that was the worst part of your night?"
B: "No. The worst part was.. I can't." I covered my face.
Vanessa handed me tissues and wrote something down as I wiped the tears from my eyes.
"What was it?" Vanessa questioned.
I had a flashback.
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