"Sanai—"
"To be honest my girl wouldn't cheat on him for no reason, he probably weren't doing it right." Alana shrugs, "He did something didn't he?" Her words earn an elbow from Trinity, she winces and I roll my eyes.
"He did, he told me he wasn't up with me stripping anymore and we got in a huge argument." I say, my eyes glancing at the floor. "But I can't give it up yet." Trinity and Jasmine don't seem too pleased with my response but Alana does, she shakes her head to herself wondering why Darnell would do such a thing.
"He's wrong for that, if you didn't have a job that would be another problem too him, why is he so bitter?"
"I don't know."
Alana and Jasmine walk over to me pulling me into a comforting embrace, Trinity remains in the same spot trying to understand the situation more eventually she walks over.
"Well let's get our mind off of this, we're out here shopping it's meant to be fun!" Alana insists, I smile at her words and try my best to shake off my emotions.
I'll overcome this.
We end up buying a bunch of stuff, well it's more like Alana kept on insisting we go to different stores to buy different things and I and Trinity went along. I did pick up a few outfits here and there, but it's not like I have plans to buy too much clothes. After they confronted me on being more quitter than usual, I've been trying to be more involved in their conversations, as long as it keeps them away from confronting me again.
               Jasmine sits on the couch of her apartment, still rummaging through her bag of recently bought clothing and I stand behind her in the open kitchen trying to fix us up something to eat. Darnell still hasn't bothered to call me or come back home and I am beginning to feel even more lonely as the evening falls, but luckily Jasmine offered to spend the night with me.
And all I do is assume the worst.
Jasmine's place is beautiful, it's a wonderful apartment spacious with a lot of natural lighting. She's more successful than me, having gone college and studying medicine whilst I'm still stuck stripping. She's three years older than me, but we're pretty close, although I admit I did hate her a little bit growing up since she was obviously the favorite child whether intentional or not.
She hums excitedly as she tries on some of the jewelry she bought the twinkling sound filling my ears, I walk about in the kitchen opening the fridge and cabinets as I decide on what it is that we should eat.
"What do you even want to eat?" I ask her, exhausted from trying to come up with something. "I'm finding it hard on picking what to eat, you don't have shit in this house." I joke as I notice the empty cabinets.
 I hear the scuffling of her bags, "You ain't gotta be all rude, I forgot to buy some stuff today." She tells me, I close the cabinet with a thud as I sigh tired of searching. "I got some noodles you know me, I'd eat anything." She admits her eyes still glued on her jewelry.
As I rest my back against the counter giving in on trying to figure out what to eat, I find my eyes glancing upon the clock in the darkness of the living toom realizing how really late it's becoming. I should probably take a quick shower before I become too lazy to do so.
"I'll be back, I'm gon' go shower." I tell her followed by a frustrated sigh, she replies to me with  an aware hum and and after she does I walk out of the kitchen and make my way towards the bathroom.
I enter the shower, sighing as I feel the warm water run against my body, washing my face to attempt to wash away all of the feelings of stress and anxiety I've been feeling the past few days. I've been anxiously checking my pager over and over again, wondering who it would be that would page me. My heart still wishes Darnell would be the one to page me, but Tupac somehow continues to linger in the back of my mind.