Page 62 of Perfect Rhythm
“Yeah, me either.”
Granted, Skye and Brookia weren’t best friends. But they’d crossed paths enough to have some kind of respect for each other. And she was one of the few that new that Skye and Mecca had something going on behind closed doors.
Silence filled the room as Skye stood, her palms pressed firmly against the table. I could tell it was taking everything in her to hold it together.
I walked over to her and reached for her hand. “It’s okay. You can cry. I know it hurts.”
She pulled away, shaking her head like she was trying to shake him off, too. “No! I’m done with the tears. If he doesn’t give a fuck about me?—”
Her phone rang.
Instantly, I knew who it was. The way her nose flared when she looked at the screen said it all.
“Don’t answer it,” I whispered.
Like I’d said nothing, she slammed her finger into the screen and put the call on speaker. “Hello.”
My brows shot up, surprised by the level of calm that was present in her voice.
“Hey, beautiful. What you got up for the day?” Mecca said.
“Nothing much. What about you?”
“Shit, nothing. Just trying to come and see you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Hell yeah,” he said emphatically. “I know you were feeling some kind of way about the strip club shit, but you didn’t go crazy on me. You handled it like a real woman, and I’m proud of you.”
“Hmph.” Skye cracked a smile.
I didn’t even have to see his face to know that he was confused as hell by her response.
“Babe…you good? You don’t sound like yourself.” He waited patiently for her to say something back, but Skye said nothing. Instead, she stared at the phone, her chest rising and falling heavily. “Wait, is this about that shit that’s going on with Nyx and Eli? Or should I say, Nyx, Shade, and Eli?” He laughed.“It’s all over the internet. Apparently, they got some kind of love triangle going on. I didn’t know your girl got down like that.”
Now,Iwas heated, and it took everything in me not to go off. But I didn’t want to add anything more to what was already a fucked up situation.
“We’re done,” Skye said quietly. But the bite in her tone made it hit like a scream.
“What?”
“I said we’re done.”
“Baby, what are you talking about?” Mecca pressed. “Done with what?”
“Everything. You and I are done, and I don’t ever want to see you again.”
I could hear the stutter in his voice. “Wait...wait...what is this about?”
“It’s about you not giving a fuck about me, and me finally realizing it.”
“Skye—”
“No, Mecca, there’s not shit you can say to me. Not when you got another bitch pregnant.”
“What?”
“You heard what the fuck I said. How could you do this to me? How could you do this to us?”
