10, cont.

                                    

                                          
Sorry guys, I know it's been forever. School was so hectic but my semester is officially over, turn up! So I should def be posting more often. How y'all been?
                          
Devonte, cont. 
                          
"Lorenzo, I was looking all over for you," Amari whined.
                          
"Girl, I tolja I was getting a drink. Fuck off me," he said shaking her off. 
                          
"And who the fuck is she?"  Amari glared at Yazmine, but then her face flashed with recognition. "Yazmine? Yazmine Carter? What are you-Devonte?"
                          
"Hey Amari." Yazmine sounded unenthusiastic.
                          
"Well, ain't this cute." Smirking, Amari seemed to forget our audience. "The gang's all here."
                          
"What the fuck?" Trey was gaping. I forgot that was a blast from his past too. Damn, this just what I ain't need. Shit, Trey ain't need it either. Amari would be a damn groupie. 
                          
"Yo, you drunk as shit," I hear Lorenzo hiss to her. "Get the fuck outta here before I call security."
                          
Huffing, she stormed off, taking with her the cloying smell of perfume. It was like when she left a nigga could breathe again. 
                          
"You know that hoe?" 
                          
"Not like that," Trey lied. 
                          
Yazmine just rolled her eyes. 
"These bitches is crazy. Groupie pussy not even worth it sometimes." Lorenzo had a whole bottle of Henny in his hand and it was half empty so I was guessing Amari wasn't the only one drunk. 
                          
"Nah nigga you just gotta establish boundaries," Sean said. "Shit. It's like this, don't give these hoes nothing but dick. You over here flying bitches out."
                          
Lorenzo grinned, flashing his golds. "Nah nigga, I give them a fantasy. I fly em out, get the best suites, wine and dine em, shit smoke em out, throw a couple bands, and dick em down, Ain't my fault these hoes don't know how to let go." He directed his smile at Yazmine. "Say, you bad as fuck. You ever get tired of this wack nigga, come holla at a real nigga." Nigga was eyeing her so hard I knew he was mentally undressing her. Sucked for his ass, cuz after this party  I was gonna physically do it. And that thought alone kept me from punching his eyes into his face.
                          
I was starting to feel bad for Trey, because we brought him here to forget, and so far all the night did was serve as a reminder of another relationship gone wrong. "Aight," I decided, " we gon go mingle and shit."
                          
Walking off I heard Sean laughing. "This nigga really said he gon mingle? Man Devonte weird as a bitch."
                          
The ambience of the club was real relaxed. Everybody was well dressed, and looked high class but shit most of these niggas still had low class mindsets. There was a brownskinned girl at the bar, when we came to get a drink. I saw her eyes immediately go to Trey, but he ain't notice. He was too busy ordering drinks for us. "Nigga, I ain't drinking," I told him, as the bartender came back with three shots. "Somebody gotta drive your drunk ass home."
                          
Trey took all three shots, and by the time he finished them, the brown skin girl made her way over to him. I took Yaz back out to the floor, dapping niggas I knew and tryna avoid girls I used to know. One thing I hated about the industry, it was such a small fucking world. Kept seeing the same bitches at every function.
                          
"You tryna dance?" Yaz looked at me mischievously, daringly. They were playing Lil Nappy's album and most of the songs were bangers, shit the clubs would love. 
                          
"Yeah, let's dance." 
                          
Yaz was shook, she probably thought I would say no. Nah, I ain't like to dance, but shit a nigga could. I reached for her and she came into my arms, and I let my hands rest on her hips. 
                          
Yazmine pressed against me, and I welcomed her familiar scent. She let me lead, and for a moment I was able to forget about where we were, and who was there with us, as she moved her hips against my body. I wasn't the only one with moves. 
                          
The song switched, and it wasn't one of Nappy's. It was something slow, and sensual, a Chris Brown joint. Yazmine leaned against me and swayed in my arms.
                          
"Look who decided to show his face."
                          
I froze, and Yazmine stilled against me. This night was about to get worse, just when I thought things were getting better. 
                          
I looked over in the direction of my ex girlfriend. 
                          
"Ohmygod, is that Nylah?"  Yazmine went straight fangirl on me. "Ohmygod, I love your album, you're so gorgeous in person, ohmygod."
                          
Standing before us, Nylah smirked. "Thank you, love. And you are?"
                          
Yazmine gulped, so I took it upon myself to step in.
                          
"This is my girlfriend, Yazmine."
                          
"Girlfriend?" One of Nylah's eyebrows rose."Cute. What do you do?"
                          
"What do you mean?"
                          
"What do you do? Do you have an occupation? Shit, where did you find her at, Vonte?" She laughed, that annoying laugh I always hated. "You're really slumming."

                          
"You were right, Tae. She is a bitch. Like how old are we? 12? You that mad, bitch? You're a beautiful girl, with a beautiful voice, but I bet you're miserable as fuck because you're a mean ass bitch who probably has no friends.  I need to get out of here so I can be around my friends, women that uplift each other, instead of being childish bitches who are jealous and pathetic."
                          
Storming away, Yaz left a sputtering Nylah on the dance floor. I was at Yazmine's heels.
                          
"I'm sorry-"
                          
"Nah it's not your fault you warned me she was a bitch but I never really imagined she would be that bad. Like I love her music and it's just ... I don't know. I hate that she's so trash of a person. How did you date her?" As we spoke we migrated towards the bar, where we last saw Trey.
                          
"Very painfully." And not without wanting to choke her out every day.
                          
"Oh god she's coming over here." Yazmine's eyes got big. 
                          
"What the fuck do you want?" I ain't have time for Nylah again. Like damn bitch get over it.
                          
"I just came over to apologize," she rushed out, surprising me. "I'm sorry, Yazmine. I probably came off as hella bitter and that is pathetic. I've seen you on Devonte's Instagram, and you're gorgeous in real life too." 
                          
Yazmine offered her a polite smile. "Thanks."
                          
"Devonte can I talk to you?"
                          
I looked at her. 
                          
"Alone?" Nylah prodded. 
                          
This bitch was tripping. But Yazmine read my mind. "It's fine I'll go find Trey." Before I could protest, she strutted off, and I watched her leave. 
                          
Reluctantly, I waited for Nylah to speak. 
                          
"I feel like I owe you an apology too. Not just for tonight but for everything I put you through. It just really hurt when you ended us, and I feel like I never got closure."
                          
"I feel like this ain't the time or place for that shit though." I ran my hand through my hair, feeling very awkward with the direction the conversation was going. I didn't want to be talking to Nylah, I just wanted to go home. 
                          
"You're right. I just wanted to say I'm sorry because I am. And Yasmin seems like a nice girl-"
                          
"Yazmine."
                          
"What?"
                          
"Yazmine, not Yasmin."
                          
"Yeah she seems great and I wish y'all the best of luck-"
                          
"Yeah aight." I couldn't take no more of Nylah's fake ass apology. I could see right through her, even if Yaz couldn't. "Good talk." I turned, searching for my girlfriend.
                          
"Wait, I wasn't done." A very pissed off Nylah came back into my line of sight. "Damn just hear me out!" Now she was whining.
                          
I just kept walking, and soon her high pitched voice faded from my ears. 
                          
Filler. 🤷🏾‍♀️.