Page 14 of Same Girl
“You need to tell me something if you’re accusing me.”
“How ’bout I tell ya ass to turn around and tell me who that is then?” he asked and pointed behind me. “This is what we’re doing now, Mya?” Chosen asked.
I was truly ready to throw up. It felt as if all my fears were being materialized, and I wore cement shoes. I could scarcely lift my feet to turn around and look behind me. My ears felt clogged as I heard a familiar voice speaking behind me.
“Busted.”
“Fyve.”
It wasn’t a question or a statement. His name was all I could manage to say when I finally turned around and looked at my other lover.
Fyve looked so damn sexy in his black jeans, black shirt, and black Tims. Those tats were showing their asses tonight, making me want to lick every part of his body. Based on the look in his eyes, though, sex was the last thing that he was thinking about. With his arms crossed over his barrel chest, he looked madder than a muthafucka.
Damn.
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When my niggaSmoke said that my boy Chosen and I were fucking with the same girl, I didn’t want to believe that shit. After comparing notes and showing each other pictures of our woman, I wanted to believe it was a mistake. It had to be, because there was no way that she would do me like that. Mya was a good girl; she wasn’t like those other women I used to fuck with.
Even as I sat staring at her pictures on his phone, I convinced myself she had to have a twin. I was certain that she was a doppelganger when he told me his girl’s name was Mya N’Quol Jones, and my girl’s name was Mya Imani Jones. It was too much of a coincidence, but I still chalked it up to just that. BothMya and Jones were common names, so it was easy for it to be a coincidence.
It didn’t explain the fact that they looked alike though. I prayed that she wasn’t the same girl for the two weeks leading up to this night. We weren’t able to plan for us to bust her right away, because Chosen and I wanted to make sure all three of our schedules synced up.
I had been posted up in the restaurant watching this shit unfold from a camera that our boy Mason, the restaurant’s owner, had set up for us. Chosen wore a hidden microphone underneath his shirt, so I heard everything that they talked about. I swear, hearing my girl say that she loved this nigga was like a knife to my heart.
Seeing him kissing her and how she smiled at that nigga the same way that she smiled at me fucked me up big time. I wanted to bust some shit up, but I had to be patient and watch how it played out. This girl was my whole heart. She was the reason I had relocated to my hometown, because I knew that the long-distance relationship was becoming too much and taking a toll on her. Although we never discussed exclusivity, I had never expected her to cheat on me.
“What the fuck is going on here? You’re fucking with my boy?”
She popped out of her chair and asked, “What are you doing here? I thought you couldn’t make it back this weekend.”
“Is that how you explain why you’re playing in my face?”
“I’m not playing with you, Fyve.”
I knocked a table over that was to my right, and she jumped back. It fucked me up even more when Chosen grabbed her shoulders and rubbed his hands down her arm in a soothing manner. I had never given Mya a reason to be afraid of me. Now, not only was she afraid, but it was my nigga who wascomforting her and not me. I was angry, but this whole situation was bullshit.
“Fyve, chill that shit out, man.”
“Chill it out, and she’s been playing us both for fools?” I lowered my head, pinched the bridge of my nose, and released a low huff of breath.
“I get it. I’m hurt and fucked up over this shit too. We both deserve answers, but violence ain’t the way to get them.”
“Nigga! She played the fuck out of us! I’m all fucked up right now, but that girl knows that I’m not about to do a damn thing to her. Doncha?” I turned my demanding scowl onto Mya.
She slowly bobbed her head.
“I don’t know what’s going on, Mya, but my boy and I happened to be talking to a third friend who noticed the similarities in our woman when we talked about you. It was Smoke who told us that we were clearly fucking with the same girl. All I want to know is what happened? I love you with everything in me, and I never would have guessed this shit. What did I not give you, baby? What was I lacking that led you to another man?” Chosen pleaded.
Mya dropped back into her seat, and I threw my arms on top of my head. Although I had two weeks to soak this shit in and sit in this reality, deep inside, I prayed that we were wrong. Now confronted with the truth, I could no longer exist in ignorant bliss or pretend that I didn’t know what I did.
“I never played either of you. Exclusivity was never on the board, so the option to date someone else was always available for all three of us. I guess I was just the one who did it and not you two.”
“That shit is cold, Mya,” Chosen replied.
“I’m not trying to be cold, baby. And I wasn’t led to another man. You were the other man, Chosen. You were the one I chose to be with after I was involved with Fyve.”
That shit was ironic and hurt like hell. Of the two of us, she had chosen him over me. She had chosen to find someone else after she met me and chose to accept his marriage proposal.
